God is in the Details

            It was a last-minute effort.  Vic, filling in for our church pianist, had emailed asking if any of us flutists would like to play along on Sunday morning’s music.  I was the only one able to be there.

            Not long before the ten o’clock service, Vic handed me a flute part for “He Looked Beyond My Fault,” to the tune of “Danny Boy.”  We only had the chance to run through it once before playing it as part of the prelude.  Then, after I played along on the first hymn and two congregational responses, I was done with my musical contribution for the morning. 

            Bob and Donna Fraser, sitting in the pew behind me, quietly shared a stunning bit of information with me.  After the sermon, during praise and prayer time, Bob shared it with the whole congregation:  two days ago, they had to have their beloved canine companion of fourteen years euthanized.  His name?  Danny Boy. 

            How lovely that a little bit of last-minute music touched two grieving hearts.  Coincidence?  No.  Providence?  Yes.  God is in the details.