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Our daughter Carol had been in a motorcycle accident. My wife and I were flying to her side from a speaking engagement in Korea, when suddenly I felt grief well up uncontrollably within me.
In the solitary confinement of an airplane lavatory six miles above the Pacific, in the middle of my sobbing, I was moved by the most miraculous positive thought.
The thought came like a clear message from Jesus Christ: "Schuller, if you are going to make a lot of noise, turn it into something positive. Let your lips shape the sounds that are coming." I found my lips and tongue reshaping the wailing, sobbing sounds and turning them into the word "Alleluia."
Tears rolled down my face, but the Alleluia was repeated. I kept repeating it - "Alleluia, alleluia" - until all of the audible crying sounds were out of my tortured soul.
It was amazing! The last "Alleluias" were offered in a hushed whisper. I found myself looking upward with my hands raised in a gesture that said, "I give this painful event, along with the broken body of my daughter, to You, God, and I praise You.
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