My Mom and dad visited me in California in the mid 1960s . I took them to a New Thought church. It was their first experience with this kind of service, and they both loved it, especially the hymn called “The doxology.” Having been Catholic all their lives, they had never heard the song before.
In the early 1970s, when I moved back home with them, they used to love to sing that song together.
My dad developed cancer and died within six months. Mom lived five weeks longer, and then died of a broken heart. They had been married for ever sixty years, and despite their advanced age, their passing was very painful for me.
One year later, I was visiting my sister in the Bahamas. On the flight over, I became very lonely for my parents. I prayed that I would be given a sign that they could contact me from the other side. I was walking alone on the island three days later.
It was a beautiful day, and I was enjoying the sun and cool breeze. I heard organ music coming from the woods. I walked to the music and saw a tiny church in the middle of nowhere. I entered the building and saw an elderly lady sitting at an organ.We smile at each other and I sat down.
She played a number of hymns. Then she looked at me and said “This hymn is for you.” I was shocked when she started playing “The Doxology.”
Mom and Dad’s favorite hymn was played for me on a remote island in the Bahamas. I knew they were sending me a message.