I have a general rule about telling stories. The stories have to contain something wonderful, someone getting better, happier, being freed in some way, or something mystical. I am going to share a story of something mystical I experienced. It is my Christ Mass story for you.
About fifteen years ago I knew a woman, a nurse, who worked in Elmer Cranton’s clinic in Yelm. I came to know her when I was doing chelation therapy. One day after eating lunch on the beach of the Nisqually River, she and her husband got back in the canoe and pushed off back into the river. The canoe tipped. She had not yet put on her life jacket. She was pulled under a snag in the river and drowned.
Later I attended a wake for her and then returned home. I had a spinet piano in the bedroom where I slept. As I lay in bed with the light on reading and thinking about her, all the piano strings played. It was a unique sound. I could feel her presence in the room making her self known through the piano.
I remember having many emotions at that moment. One of the strongest emotions was feeling gratitude for her. I don’t know exactly what I said to her in that moment but I do know the piano made the same sound again. I am forever grateful.
It is very interesting how many people have had similar experiences. It is certainly not a subject that appears in small talk.