I couldn't make Napoleon suffer any longer...his home was cleaned last night. 2 of Renee's fish died :( I'm thankful they weren't her favorite 2. So as the choir got back last night, I got to hear many wonderful, God-intense stories. One was when most, if not all, the choir started crying when singing the song "I Can Only Imagine". This song and "Blessed Be Your Name" seem to be the choice songs for funerals these days, so needless to say, it brought back a lot of memories for everyone. I remember one time when I was driving to Langley last summer and I heard "I Can Only Imagine". It was the first time I truly paid attention to the words. I almost had to pull over because I was so overcome by the Spirit.