If you’ve given contemplative thought toward the mind-boggling intricacies of the mind, its probably because you’ve had a mind-boggling experience.  While Bill and I were tending each other, especially rounding the end of his days, we had just such an experience.  It left us both so completely awed, unable to explain it.  Certainly the Holy Spirit invaded Bill’s mind.  God took over up there.

As a young couple, we joined thousands singing Maranatha worship music in the 80s.  Enraptured during a service when the entire body of Christ sang song after song, we could not get enough.  The music spilled out of us during the week.

If you’ve been part of church life over decades, you’ve noticed worship services and worship songs evolve.  As newly inspired music is written, taught and memorized, the oldies take their place among the set-asides.  We don’t hear them, sing them, remember them anymore.

Unless… you are Bill preparing for Heaven.  Something quite amazing, even miraculous maybe? happened in those last weeks.  From absolutely nowhere, Bill sang old, very old worship songs.  Verbatim.  Each time, I turned to him in surprise, and after a bit of listening in, I joined in.  The words and tunes vaulted back.  They hadn’t been there in years, yet there they were.  We sang them out loud.  “Father, I Adore You,” “In His Time,” “There is None Like You,” “One Thing Have I Desired,” “Jesus, What a Wonder You Are,” “Isn’t He?”  And many more.  It was wild.

Everyday a new song would hit the play button.  I marveled at the very real presence of the Holy Spirit.  I mean, nothing else can rewind like Him.  Today, without the help of a YouTube video, I don’t think I could remember past a phrase.  God created our minds; He can invade them to create a Jesus-loving, God-glorifying, mind-boggling experience. I have forgotten the lyrics again, but I will never forget worshiping with Bill.