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Jo 17I had driven into Camperdown to visit our older daughter who was in the Chris O’Brien Lifehouse, recovering from an operation. I had never been to this hospital before—I am much more familiar with the beautiful, old Royal Prince Alfred hospital, across the road and down a little way. So what would the Lifehouse be like, I wondered. How would it compare?

I love the Victorian architecture of RPA, particularly that grand entrance foyer, with its tiled floor and stained glass windows. But what a contrast this much newer hospital was! In only a few seconds, the super-quick, glass-sided lift whisked me directly from the underground car park up to the eighth floor. As I sped upwards, I noticed the modern decor everywhere and how shiny and light-filled each floor was.

Once on the right level, a cheerful nurse guided me to our daughter’s room—and there she was, smiling at me, despite the big operation she had just undergone. We chatted for a while, but I soon noticed her eyelids drooping.

‘Why don’t I go down to the cafe in the foyer while you rest?’ I suggested.

‘Okay,’ she responded. ‘There’s a piano down there you might like to play.’

A piano? Why would there be a piano in the foyer of a hospital? Perhaps the painkillers were playing with her mind, I decided. I tiptoed out, took that zippy lift to the ground floor—and there near the cafe, just as our daughter had said, was a grand piano with a sign nearby, inviting anyone to feel free to play! I glanced around. Hmm—only one or two people within earshot. Perhaps I would take up that invitation after I had my coffee.

I almost thought better of it, however, when a few more people entered the cafe. In fact, I had decided to walk right past that piano when something made me change my mind. But … what could I play without music?

Immediately, the chorus of a simple, old song written by Catholic priest Frank Andersen came to mind:

I have carried you on eagle’s wings

I will care for you in all your years.

I sat down and began playing. Soon I felt the wonderful, healing presence of God, along with a deep sense of awe and privilege. And as I played, I prayed God would somehow use my music to bless and encourage someone in that hospital, whether patient, relative, friend or worker.

I played just the one piece—I needed to get back to our daughter. But as I stood to leave, a lady came past.

‘Thank you very much for playing,’ she said with emotion. ‘It was so beautiful!’

As I headed up in that lift, I prayed God would indeed carry this lady—and any others who had listened—on eagle’s wings through whatever trials they were facing, closer and closer to his heart. Could God possibly do that through one simple piece of music, I wondered?

Yes, I decided, surely God could.

This is what you are to say to the house of Jacob and what you are to tell the people of Israel: ‘You yourselves have seen what I did to Egypt, and how I carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you to myself. ’ Exodus 19:3-4

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