My Song Story

 

My song story is in three parts. I'm going to start with the one that happened in 1985. I was in Santa Cruz for a summer class. I lived in the dorm and early in the morning I would walk up the brown grassy hill to the dining room to get early coffee. Then I'd sit outside on a bench and watch the fog lighten up as the sun rose. One day I heard what sounded like a moan coming from far off. I listened hard and noticed that it turned from a moan to a drone. And soon I could hear these noises were from bagpipes. Up out of the fog emerged a whole troop of bBagpipe players. And they were playing Amazing Grace. It was a surreal experience and it caused me to just break out all over in little goosebumps. It was an amazing experience. ever since that time that i can almost relive that experience and see those bagpipers in their full regalia coming up out of the rfog.  That troop went inside and were joined by other pipers. There must have been about 50 of them for some kind of conference, but  every time I hear that now on bagpipes, which is usually at some funeral for a law enforcement officer, I can just hear it again and remember that wonderful experience.

 

The second experience was Amazing Grace happened  in 1990 when I it was. at a church retreat was held in the Ferndale Fairgrounds. It started on a Friday vening and went on until Sunday afternoon. The first night there we were about 50 women and cots in one big pavilion with our sleeping bags and our pillows on top. And when I got in bed, all I could do was listen to the noises of other people, hear the coughs and the rolling over and the sighing. I thought I'll never get to sleep. About that time, maybe half hour or more into the night, suddenly there was singing coming from somewhere in the room where the staff had gathered together to sing. Yes, Amazing Grace, and while they sang, I felt my body relax and I realized I was there for a reason and that I needed my rest so that I could participate the next morning. It was a wonderful experience. Two years later, I went back as staff and I was one of the people who got to sing. To the first comers, the sleeping people and it made me happy to think that maybe I was soothing someone who was in the same condition I was on the first night.

 

The third piece of this happened on August 2019, when I was walking across the crosswalk after duty at the museum. And I was eye to grill with a big truck and I ran like a crazy person and I got across but the truck did hit my arm. I clung to the stop sign pole and to keep from falling down on the ground. And then I made my way home holding my sore arm. For three days I just kind of in shock. I kept thinking that the arm was just badly bruised, and it would be OK. Well, it wasn't. Nights were full of replays and restless sleep. So Sunday came and I went to church, still holding on to my arm. As soon as I got in my pew  Patrick started to play Amazing Grace. I fell to my knees and felt these huge hot tears run down my face and I know it was joy. I know it was the relief of being alive and the joy of  being saved by Grace. Later in the service the congregation made a prayer of Thanksgiving for me and for my safety, and it was a very meaningful experience and a connection to my congregation. And that's my story about Amazing Grace. Thank you for listeninge

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