“Lord, Get Me a Taxi”

Late ‘70s so me in my late 20s, at the Tucson, Arizona arena. The thousands of people there had all left, and the sad part was they all left me. As a gregarious single I had tried in vain to hook up with somebody going out to eat or fellowship, but nothing had worked out.

It was dark with October chill and I was standing outside in the parking lot with no ride home to the campground which was about 10 miles away. No public phone in sight and nobody had cell phones back then.

The dread of having another boring evening alone gave way to worrying about how to get home! Semi-panic began to take root in a strange big city.

To make the best of a bad situation, my mind conjured up memory of a famous radio evangelist making fun of Christians who unknowingly think of God as a hip pocket God. “Lord, get me a taxi!” he’d spoof.

In my predicament, I couldn’t help uttering in prayerful resignation “Lord, I don’t want to disrespect you but I really wouldn’t mind if you’d get me a taxi!”

No sooner than the words left my mouth, a vehicle roars up and brakes right beside me. It didn’t say taxi on it but it looked like one.

“Who … who are you here for?” I asked fearfully.

“I’m here for you. Get in” the driver ordered nicely. I remember no hesitation to do exactly what he said.

What’d he look like? Michael Landon? Danny Devito? I really got no good look at him. My daughter commented with conviction that any angel taxi for her better have a female at the wheel. For such a wonderful daughter God might just grant that desire.

But it would break Bible precedent where all appearances in human form are as adult males with names like Gabriel and Michael. I say appearances because Matt. 22:30 says angels do not marry, indicating they are probably sexless. Who cares? Those of us who want to be resurrected! Because Jesus said we would be like the angels and not marry either.

We can be thankful God doesn’t dispatch the seraphim of Ezekiel 1 and 10, though the ride would be out of this world! They had the form of a man (1:5), but where some men can be rather 2-faced, they have 4: man, ox, eagle and lion. Also 4 wings. Definitely more conducive to driving a gyro throne than a taxi!

And I’ve always heard that angels are all business. No chatting or gabbing. We didn’t talk on the 10 mile drive.

I don’t remember the driver even asking me where I wanted to go. OK, he was appearing as a male so why should he ask for directions! But he took me straight to my campground. I felt peace from pickup to dropoff.

He asked for no fare. Good thing I didn’t think to ask about a tip. He probably would have said nicely but bluntly: plan better next time.

Yes, I was touched by an angel among us, as Alabama sings with such encouragement and inspiration. They are God’s servants for us (Heb 1:14).

This moose knows that God answers prayers. Even a desperately serious joking one!

FUN FACT: I’m not saying but that driver could have been a moose because we don’t talk much! The hard part is acting angelic. Actually if you see a moose driving a taxi, you really should go try to fare better somewhere else!

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One comment

  1. Broose the Moose · March 13, 2015

    Wow, this is an amazing angel story. I remember you telling it to me once when I was little, but I had forgotten. I loved the opening, the detail you put in really made me sympathize with your scary predicament being left alone in the city. Bad friends! Good thing God is always the best friend you can count on.

    Nice article Dad!


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