It wasn’t in the media. It didn’t shake the earth. You don’t know about it because you don’t know my 80-year-old mom.
But for me, one of 2005’s best moments was during a visit with her last year when, in a quiet voice, she privately confessed to me in the car,
“I don’t believe that God will keep people out of heaven who worship with musical instruments. I just can’t believe that anymore.” That was all she said.
I couldn’t say anything.
I just drove on and let the tears run down my grinning cheeks.
Blog In My Own Eye 
You say you question reality, please explain.
Awesome!That is a blessed moment!
We had a discussion not long ago in our small group about “Holy Moments”. I would guess this qualified as a Holy Moment for you, brother! God bless your mom’s heart! DU
Nobody’s ever asked me that, sirsaidrich.My best answer: I look around at all the tangibility and wonder if that’s what is really <>real<> – when, after a few years/eons, it’s all reduced to its simplest elements. I look around at all of the intangibility and wonder if reality is comprised mostly of it – the love between people and their God; the acts that express it; the poetry of grace; the moments when we change for the better. They last. No one forgets them, if treasured and passed from one generation to the next … and God never forgets them.So I question reality.And I eschew the evasive answer.
I hope I live long enough to hear my Mom say the same….what a blessing!
YES!!!
How cool!
Keith,I’ve been behind in reading blogs,’cause my mother died–suddenly–as if someone so full of years is not expecting it day by day!She was not ill, she was not feeble, but she was ready and filling her hours with study and ministry and fellowship as if she were counting each minute as precious treasure.With her family’s roots in the Restoration Movement, we had many discussions about religious practices. Two years ago, she concluded that the church she served was more about preserving religion than spending it , so she asked me to visit another denomination close-by to her home. They drew her in with their honesty and fell in love with her contagious enthusiasm, and she confessed to me that musical instruments were no longer an issue of salvation for her.This act of grace freed my mother to live her final years in extravagant praise and with a faith bearing sweet fruit.I liked to cheer her on, telling her she was entitled to every spiritual eccentricity she could exhibit!Embrace your mother’s willingness to change and grow–it inspires great hope for us youngsters!