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By Deborah Bauers
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The narrative that follows is most certainly either an example of God's impartation of a special gift of faith, or, an act of supreme pity upon two of His despondent servants. April 24, 1985 dawned clear and gloriously sunny in contrast to the general pall and gloom that had most recently pervaded the parishioners of the small country church in the high country of Alaska. Men and women, girls and boys, filed quietly into the sanctuary in solemn observance of the loss of one tiny soul. Her small casket, no more than three feet in length, lay in front of the alter. It was bathed in white baby roses. The room was filled with an unnatural quiet. The silence was punctuated by an occasional whisper or the escape of a soft sob. A young grieving woman sat on the front row, accompanied by her husband. To say that they were discouraged and beaten down by their recent loss would be to severely understate their emotional condition. Spiritually, they were full of unanswered questions. The woman was beyond the point of asking, "Why?" She was now consumed with a rather frantic fear that everything she had been taught to believe was, perhaps, not so. That being the case, she wondered if she would ever see her eighteen-month old daughter again. On the heels of such an incomprehensible idea came the wrenching sadness that accompanied a new thought; a thought that was rapidly developing into an even more terrible dread. Who would rock her child, in heaven?
The Senior Pastor stepped to the platform and began the task of offering assurance, giving comfort, and sharing the message of Jesus. The young woman remained preoccupied with her own fear and tormenting grief throughout the service. The Senior Pastors words gave her no comfort. She could scarcely grasp the harsh truth that her infant daughter was no longer with her, let alone the questionable reality of her little girl's presence in heaven. The Pastor finished speaking and moved quickly down the isle to position himself at the back door of the sanctuary. An usher stepped quietly forward and indicated that the young couple should rise and follow him toward the back. As they stood to their feet, a soft and indistinctive murmur began to be heard throughout the sanctuary. As the sound intensified, it unified, until it became a melodious chant. The music rendered was unlike any heard before. An ethereal chorus, its resonance swelled until it was as a thousand synchronized voices. The words were in a foreign tongue, but universal "Ahs" and "Ohs" rose and fell as the celestial beings sang. Only the grieving mother was able to understand the words of promise contained in the heavenly lullaby. The beauty of the singing caused the aching of her empty arms to cease. A thousand angelic voices answered the unspoken questions in her heart. As they sang, God reached down and kissed the face of a Thomas.
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