Amazing Grace?

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In my sleep last night I got an ear-worm.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost, but now I'm found..."

It came out of "now-where," because I've neither sung it nor heard it ages...


***Addendum....it also occurs to me that I have heard this sung at every funeral I have ever done, to the point that I am really tired of this hymn and never use it in worship on Sunday...

But, what might it mean that I relate it to funeral liturgies...maybe, really, that that part of my life has died away and a new part can now come forth? Just wondering...regardless, I do find it to be grace-filled in an amazing way!

Comments

Elaine (aka...Purple) said…
The Spirit does indeed move in and about without being tethered...and at the most crucial of times. I am glad you could "hear" the Spirit.
9/12/2007 9:35 AM
Lori said…
I believe these things come to us from outside our physical selves as divine gifts. There's no such thing as something like that being a coincidence.

What a lovely gift for you.
9/12/2007 4:04 PM
Jan said…
What a blessed gift from our unexpected God!
9/12/2007 8:15 PM
Diane M. Roth said…
once was lost but now am found... something that seems trite can suddenly be so profound
9/12/2007 9:21 PM
Barbara B. said…
wow -- very cool!
9/12/2007 10:00 PM
Terri said…
I simply could not believe my "brain" when I woke up. Made me laugh out loud. I thought, what!!!

I once was lost but now I'm found? What does my deep inner psyche know that has not yet fully reached my consciousness...? I trust it will all be revealed.

But really, it is humorous, the Holy Spirit is something else!
9/12/2007 11:02 PM
Rev SS said…
The Holy Spirit is something else indeed.

I woke up with "Revive Us Again" for an earworm in my last (very bad) call. So we sang it in worship the next Sunday after I told the very small, choosing death, congregation the story of waking up singing the hymn I hadn't sung for some 40+ years. But, there was no reviving them. So, don't know what that was all about!
9/13/2007 12:27 AM
Terri said…
mayb - the Holy Spirit can call us, but that does not mean we follow...in you, through you, there may have been an opportunity...as I say a lot these days, you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink...subtext, without water it will die.

sigh.
9/13/2007 8:38 AM
Katherine E. said…
Here's to the "new part of your coming forth," mompriest! It's great that humor is helping to push it along!! :-)
9/13/2007 10:21 AM
Anonymous said…
Yup, humor often features in those silent whispers...probably a good thing, too :)
9/13/2007 6:31 PM
RevDrKate said…
That was ....."amazing" indeed :) Gotta love those little Providences, right? Truly so glad that the light is coming up for you. Prayers continue.
9/14/2007 12:03 PM
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