“Mother’s Music Box” by Doug Fincher

He that believes in me shall never die…” John 11:26

April 16, 2018 - In 1995 Pam and I gave music boxes to our children and close relatives for Christmas presents. We were kinda proud of our little projects. They were made of walnut, fitted with exotic wood inlays, lined with velvet, and installed with music movements. And we designed them to play when the lids were lifted.

Mother was thrilled that her box played her favorite hymn, “Amazing Grace”. And when she passed away in 1999, we put her box on the mantle of our home. Her box has done a very unusual thing over the years: it intermittently plays on its own. This morning at 2:00 we were again awakened by it and I sang in my heart along with the music:

When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise 
Than when we first begun. 

We’ve never wound Mother’s box in the years that we’ve had it. The lid stays closed…. but it still plays at times. And this morning it didn’t play as if it were about wound down, but played for a brief time at regular speed!

Pam and I concluded again today that it doesn’t matter whether Mother’s box is “miraculously” playing or not. Maybe a combination of atmospheric changes and odd coincidences makes it play. The overwhelming thought that matters to us is not that Mother’s music lives on.

It’s knowing that Mother does.