Grace greater

 Greater Grace

It was the day of my fathers funeral. We were out at the graveside on Orange Hill, March of 2011 in Williston. I was to play a hymn on the harmonica. As I listened to pastors Joe Smith then Wes Smith, my time drew nearer. I did not have a hymn. I asked silently for an answer. It was then, almost as soon as I asked, that Wes inexplicably said, he asked my father one time what his favorite hymn was, and he told him it was Grace greater than our sin. I had the answer. Without practice, I played the hymn.

I think of Him and him whenever it's played, which was today at Christ's Fellowship Baptist.