So late on a Saturday night the faithful old song leaders flips through his hymnal selecting songs over which he breaths a prayer that hearts will be touched and souls lifted Higher. He probably does not realize what he is doing. As he announces #288, 2, 8, 8.
-I heard an old, old story,
How a Savior came from glory,
How He gave His life on Calvary
And the memories take her back. She remembers being a child in 3rd grade in an old country building and that gentle old man “telling” the story of Jesus.
To save a wretch like me;
Across the aisle a middle aged man who has struggled with addictions lifts his voice strong if praise of his deliver.
I heard about His groaning,
Of His precious blood's atoning,
Then I repented of my sins
And won the victory.
Near the front a young teen beams as she remembers the day of her baptism and the faith she so deeply feels.
O victory in Jesus,
My Savior, forever.
An elderly saint nearing, no doubt that victory with shaky voice but solid faith has a flash of a lifetime of walking with his forever Savior.
He sought me and bought me
In the row behind him sings a the gravely voice of a smoker who long ago left the Lord but has now returned and feels every bit the blessed prodigal.
With His redeeming blood;
He loved me ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him,
Collectively they rise as one loving chorus full of the awareness of His Grace in their individual and united and passionate love for the Risen Lord.
He plunged me to victory,
Beneath the cleansing flood.
And some sweet day I'll sing up there
The song of victory.
And the worship leader goes home and wonders, did anybody get anything out of the service today?