A few years ago I purchased a beautiful melodic wind chime to replace my old “twangy” sounding one.  Not having any hooks on the house to hang it, I decided to suspend it from a branch in the lilac bush in the backyard.  I enjoyed the beauty of the new sounds, but unfortunately it was a little far from the house, and I could only hear the chimes when I sat outside on the deck.

This year my husband installed a hook on the front porch near the living room window – the perfect place to hang the chimes.  I hear it from almost any room in the house now and I feel like I am listening to the “music of the spheres.”  Sometimes I wonder if I am really hearing it or if the chimes are ringing in my imagination!  In any case, it serves as a reminder to me of God’s all-encompassing presence and as a call to stop what I am doing in order to ground myself momentarily in the present here and now.

When the wind blows hard and strong as it had during most of April, whipping through the chimes, I bring to mind the awesome power of God, a force I can neither understand nor control.  And, it comes from any direction, just as scripture says, “The wind blows where it wills, and you can hear the sound it makes, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes; so it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8)

On days when the chimes play gently and softly in the wind, the music often catches me by surprise.  I feel called to slow down, savor the tinkling notes and the life around me.  On days when the chimes don’t sound at all, I can still see a slight movement of the clapper – just enough to tell me that God is here, even, and maybe especially, in the silence.  Sometimes, I hear the chimes from the bedroom in the back of the house, and I know there is nowhere untouched by God’s presence, nowhere I can ever hide from God’s love.