I love the bagpipes. An Uncle of mine used to play in a band and, on Christmas Eve, they used to march in and out of all the shops and us little kids would joyfully scramble along behind. It was a thrilling experience.Unfortunately, those times past.
Anyway, a few years later and many miles away, I was standing outside at dusk, in our backyard in the bush surrounded suburban gully where we lived.
The sun had just dipped below the hills leaving a yellow wash against the darkening blue.
All went silent, and then from somewhere, way up the valley, a lone piper played "Amazing Grace."
I will never forget that night. I don't remember how young I was, and I was far from being a Christian, but it was like God imprinted that evening into my spirit.
Lovely story, Rulan. God gave me the same kind of experience when I was very young and I said my bedtime prayers. I couldn’t have been more than three, but the presence of God was so powerful. Thanks for sharing this with us.