After supper, I called my sister just to connect with a sibling on such a special day. She had just left Mom's house and was walking back to her own home when my call came.
And just now, I was finishing up the packing when the strangest thing happened. My backpack suddenly began to emit loud music. It was old style American folk music. Sung by Anonymous 4, as it happened. I couldn't imagine what had suddenly turned itself on; generally I keep all my electronics on silent unless I am actually using their audio. But when I pulled out the iPad, there it was, singing away as loud as can be, just:
Oh when shall I see Jesus and reign with Him above
and from the flowing fountain drink everlasting love?
Oh, had I wings, I would fly away and be at rest
and I'd praise God in His bright abode.
As I told my sister (and as I told you the other day right on this blog), Mom's death and the many other deaths that have in one way or another touched me during the Easter Season put Heaven on my mind in a way that has never happened before. And just to make sure it stays there, I've got a song going through my head that invites me not just to think about Heaven, but to long for it as the goal and crown of life.