Cindy J. Evans
It was a cold bitter night at the county nursing home, many were feeling sad, many felt all alone. Their rooms seemed dreary, lacking Christmas cheer. They felt lost, forgotten, missing friends who weren’t near.
When suddenly, softly…could it be…? Sweet sounds in the hall, telling of joyful glee! Yes, there they were, dressed in their Christmas best–men and women singing serenely about the babe so blest!
Singing about a King, no longer a stranger, singing about a King, born in a manger…and as the elderly looked on, their eyes blurred with tears. When they couldn’t come to it, Christmas had come near!
“We three kings of Orient are…” (their voices filled the room!) “bearing gifts we traverse afar…” (their voices chased away the gloom) and as best as brittle bodies could, they leaned towards the hopeful sound, glad for this music ministry and the carolers who came around…
Precious in their pajamas and wishful in their wheelchairs, some bundled in their beds and cradled with their cares, all in awe watched each singer with a songbook and a smile who had stopped to share Jesus and His love song for a while.
