03/08/2017
As I tuned the piano this morning at a nursing home, an old lady with a walker poked her head around the corner.
"Almost ready for your song!" I quipped.
"Well, I-" and then she started laughing as the joke registered. She walked forward and said the only song she knew was "The Old Rugged Cross," a classic Protestant hymn. Not remembering how it started, I joked that it was in a different key from the one I was tuning. I said I'd be done with my racket in about 20 minutes.
"That's okay," she said. "I just like the sound," and she walked over to the window and stood looking out.
Almost 10 minutes later, she walked back up to me and asked if I played any tunes when I was finished. I told her I usually play a little Beethoven and some Scott Joplin.
"How about 'What A Friend We Have In Jesus'?" she asked. Another hymn, with a simple, folksy melody.
I launched right into it "a capella" and she joined in. It was just the two of us in the corner of the room, looking right at each other and singing.
"What a friend we have in Jesus,
all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
all because we do not carry
everything to God in prayer."
Her eyes misty, she stood a little taller and turned herself and her walker to leave, saying with a playful formality, "Thank you, sir. I may now have lunch!"
"It was lovely singing with you," I said, as she slowly made her way out.