I was at a school assembly, on an ordinary enough Wednesday morning, where the children were strangely distracted, when a girl was introduced to perform her musical item.
There was nothing particularly sacred about this moment, but as soon as her fingers hit the keys, something divine was engaged in my heart.
The music spoke, and indeed the performance transcended a mere mortal playing the piano.
For me, the entire auditorium fell silent. It was as if everything had shifted from the earthly into the eternal, for those incredibly precious five and a half minutes.
Suddenly I was transported in the moment into a highly emotional state that is best characterised as deeply connected with the divine whilst also gaining a vision of possible regret. It was a warning vision about the relationship I have with my son, and how often I had been prioritising other things above him, and the language with which that spoke volumes to him in possibly the worst of all ways.
God showed me that I was missing the mark, that though I was choosing to do important things in preference to him, I was choosing things that are important in an earthly sense; that are not at all important from an eternal perspective. I was shown that I was wasting the precious opportunities I had to build connection with my one remaining living son, in contrast to the son we have lost.
God showed me that that same morning I’d gotten on with something very important by cutting short by even a minute or two precious connection time with my son, and God showed me his delayed response was rejection of me for my earlier rejection of him.
Finally, God showed me a snippet of consequences — a playing of the movie forward — to give me one last decision point to arrive at. Then I heard, “You want to change, don’t you?” How is it that God is so gentle to convict us and THEN, once we’ve agreed in our spirit, God will confirm it through such a rhetorical question? — almost as if God isn’t rebuking us, but encouraging us to take the next step.
It is what it is. It was what it was.
I certainly had to moderate my emotional response. God had gotten through to me in the directest of ways. And all this had taken place in the first half of the performance. The very accomplished girl who was performing the piece — Nuvole Bianche — had practiced diligently for seven months to perform it to near-on perfection.
The fact is God communicates through anything and everything the divine needs. I had no idea I was going to receive what I did. It basically triggered me to a decision point — in two minutes (the divine transcends time!). God got through, and at just the right time my life circumstances are changing in unison with the vision.
Nobody who truly believes in the power of God to communicate and convict is beyond being touched in these ways. And when this occurs, it’s not us who bring about the change that needs to occur, but it’s the power of God residing in us that brings it to completion.
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