The Harmonious Melody of Hummingbirds (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 28 2022	Views/Reads: 724/462	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
According to God’s word, the ear and the eye work together. If I only rely upon my ear, I probably am not hearing the right thing.

A few months ago, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage bought a harp
and began teaching herself how to play it. She can play the piano, 
organ, flute, and sometimes me. Now she has graduated to the harp. So I 
guess she's preparing for heaven, where she'll play a heavenly harp. 

She was quite quick in learning how to play and I could hear her play
hymns in the afternoon. I knew every hymn she played, or most of them, 
and quietly sang along with her. But not loud enough for her to hear. 

I have no idea how to play a harp, and believe me, I will not try.
Although I love music, music doesn't seem to love me. 

I could sit on the porch, listen to her play and recognize the hymn she
was playing. I must confess there have been a few times when I got the 
hymn wrong, but nobody else needs to know that. 

I've always loved hymns because they really encourage my soul to trust
the Lord. 

The other day something happened as I was sitting out on the porch. When
I went out The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage wasn't up yet, so I 
took a few moments to meditate and read my Bible. 

Then I heard this strange humming sound. I couldn't quite identify which
hymn she was playing. I assumed The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage 
was at her harp playing that morning hymn. I wanted to sing along 
quietly, but I did not recognize the hymn. 

Listening very intently, I still could not make out the melody she was
playing on her harp. I have heard her play dozens of hymns, but I 
couldn't recognize the one she was playing now. 

Being such a hymn lover as myself, I was getting a little irritated. I
have at least a dozen hymnals in my library, and have gone through them 
meticulously over the years. If there's anything I know, I know my 
hymns. 

Searching my mind, I could not come up with the name of any hymn I heard
being played this morning. It could be that in my old age, I forget 
things. Am I beginning that slippery slope downward with my memory? 

Concentrating as best I could, I was trying to understand the music. It
seemed to be the same note over and over all the way through. 
Certainly, my wife is not starting to play contemporary music, is she? 

I couldn't even understand the note that was being played, and I started
feeling a little bit sorry for myself. 

The thing that troubled me at the time was, how do I deal with this with
my wife. How do I confess to her that I'm going wacky? Well, wackier 
than I have been. 

I would go over in my mind all the hymns I could think of at the time.
Not one of them came close to the music I was hearing. Maybe my memory 
was getting a little creaky, or something else was happening. 

A thought then danced in my mind at the time. Maybe The Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage is doing this to try to play me. Perhaps she 
knows I listen to her playing the harp and was seeing how she could 
mess with me. I wouldn't put anything past her along that line. 

As I contemplated on this, I saw The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
at the glass door looking out with a cup of coffee. 

I was still hearing the harp being played. What in the world is going
on? Have I lost my mind? How can I hear the harp being played when she 
is standing right in front of me? 

She opened the door and asked me how my morning was going. I looked at
her and said, “How can you be standing here and playing your harp 
simultaneously?” 

Looking at me quizzically, she said, “What are you talking about?” 

For a moment, I thought maybe she had recorded some harp music just to


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