Barbara was a patient at a local hospice in-patient facility. Her doctors had fought to arrest an aggressive form of breast cancer, but they finally realized that there was nothing more that they could do for her. She was not yet 40 years old and had been totally un-responsive since arriving at the hospice facility.
In the early days of my work as a Music Practitioner, I relied heavily on instrumental arrangements of old hymns until I had developed a wider repertoire of therapeutic music. So as I began to play a few hymns for Barbara, she lay motionless for several minutes. But soon after, I began to hear her softly mumble. I assumed that her meds were causing her speech to slur. But after a few minutes, I detected repetitive speech patterns. Then it dawned on me that she was speaking in a prayer language. While I played, her right arm rose and she extended her open hand upward, as if in worship. For several minutes, she continued praying out loud, until she finally lowered her arm and became silent. I remember thinking, “This is Holy Ground!”
After finishing my session, I was collecting my thoughts when Barbara opened her eyes, looked straight at me and said, “Thank you for leading me into His presence and allowing me this opportunity to worship my Savior! I know I don’t have much time left, but I wanted to thank you for bringing me this precious gift!” With that, she closed her eyes again and was silent. The following day, I learned that Barbara never regained consciousness and that she passed only a few hours after my visit.
I don’t know who benefited more from the events of that afternoon, Barbara or me. But I feel that when my time comes to cross over, I will see Barbara again. And we will pick up where we left off together with billions of others, worshiping our God with hands raised high and singing with the angels.