IV. By Divine Appointment God Selects a Wife
by Bill Hunt
I wasn't actively looking for a wife, but God had other plans for me. I returned to Syracuse University for my second year of special studies. On a Sunday in July, I enjoyed reading the scriptures from the podium during service in Crouse Auditorium at the Music School. I sat at the left side of the stage and listened to this coed play the magnificent organ with exposed silver pipes. It ran the refrains all the way to the high ceiling and echoed the melody throughout the auditorium. This organist sat behind a white shielding screen in the center.
I watched only her energetic legs busily playing the organ pedals as her hands simultaneously played the keys. There were thousands of attractive coeds on campus, but at a certain opening moment in the service, this brunette stood up from behind the screen where I could see her.
"I want one like that!" I whispered to my Heavenly Father, hardly daring to believe my own prayer.
I was serious. Her beauty overwhelmed me. Not only did she play great music, but she appeared very intelligent, tall, and definitely attractive.
"There's a little shop down the street serving hot chocolate and cream donuts. Would you care to have some with me?" I gulped to ask her after the service concluded.
"No, I don't even know you," she said.
"My name's Bill," I flustered.
"Besides, my friends are waiting. I'll take a rain check," she answered and walked off.
My heart sank. I walked outside without talking to anyone, found my car, and started to drive away around the back of the building. Suddenly, I noticed her and her lady friends entering a parked car I slowly passed. At the car door, she turned and glanced a very flirtatious smile at me. My disappointment jumped back to excitement. I'd like to meet that girl!
At the next Sunday service, she was not present playing the grand pipe organ. In fact, I didn't see her again week after week as I searched through the summer until September. Finally, one fall day, between the two Sunday services, I walked downstairs to a corridor crowded with people waiting for the first service to let out.
"She's coming!" Very quietly, but definitely, the Holy Spirit whispered to me in my heart, a new experience for me. "Wait! In just a moment, she's coming around down the stairway." I dared to listen sensitively to the voice of God.
I treasured this very special moment as I heard the Lord's prompting. Deeply impressed with expectation in my heart, I waited obediently, wondering if I would truly see her again. Could this be true, or was I just imagining it?
Sure enough! In a few moments, the coed appeared on the landing and entranced down the staircase, step by step, like a princess in regal beauty entering the grand ballroom. She came down the stairs and diplomatically greeted people lined all along the corridor. In the presence of the Holy Spirit, I watched her maneuver through the crowd person-by-person stepping sideways towards me. I waited.
"Oh!" she said when she finally stood before me and smiled. "Hello! You owe me a cup of coffee." I could hardly breathe.
"I never witnessed a wedding where I sensed the Holy Spirit so strongly present," said the elderly Pastor Liddy on the day we married in Mary's home town.
"You two deserve each other!" said our smiling friend, Charles Borgognoni, chaplain of the Syracuse University Football Team. He knew our passion and vitality very well through campus activities. With his famous Italian smile and Friar Tuck tonsorial, he officiated at our wedding.
I think we husbands should hold very dear the great gift for our lives.
"He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favor from the Lord" (NIV: Proverbs 18:22).
(#4 True Story in series: Life is 100 Million Miracles)