All He Could Do
It was all he could do, but it was beautiful to my ears.
Last Friday morning, I lead singing at a local nursing home devotional service conducted by members of 16th & Pile. To my right was a man who lay the entire time reclined in chair. I never once saw him open his eyes. Upon my initial recognition of him, I presumed he was asleep. As we sang, though, I noted a distinct sound coming from his direction. His eyes remained closed and his mouth stayed shut, but the sound clearly came from him. He was humming the tune, never missing a beat. He continued the trend for all six songs I lead.
There’s something about worship in song that stimulates us when nothing else can. It brings us to life. It energizes us from lethargy and awakens us from slumber. It generates a response from us when nothing else might. That’s the amazing power of song!
After we were done, the man continue to lay there with his eyes closed. He never responded to anything else anyone around him was doing. But when united in song, he apparently did all he could do and it was beautiful to my ears.
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Thank you for sharing. It is just an uplifting story.
LOL don’t tell this story to some of our more tightly-wound brethren. I’m not sure his form of worship was authorized.
We worship once a month at a local rest home, I learn a lot from those folks, mostly the lesson of humility and having an open heart…Great post Bro!!
Trent
Nick…Unfortunately, you are not the only purpose who has suggested such! B>(
Trent….Thanks for reading. Looking forward to getting together. Am heading out of town this weekend, but maybe next week we can get together in Muleshoe or something?
Beautiful story! We visited a nursing home in CA on Sunday afternoons for several years. I admit it wasn’t always comfortable for me, the sights, sounds and smells. I kept going though because the people truly loved it. They would come walking or wheeling into the sunroom. Some never sang, they just listened and often they would cry. We always made sure we spoke with each resident and shook each hand. They loved having us there and we loved the welcome they always showed us.
Now that we live in Oklahoma we sing and have a devotional at a retirement center once a month and have a little birthday party for the residence. We have met some wonderful people.