Last night Ray and I went to the Baylor Chamber Choir's Christmas concert. I started going to their concerts as a freshman in college and have gone every year since. Chamber music reawakens and refreshes my soul like no other sound. The singers' ability to harmonize, balance and blend as though one instrument leaves me speechless.
The best part of these concerts happens toward the end, when the presence of Dr. Robert Young is acknowledged and praised.
Dr. Young conceived and directed the choir decades ago and still attends each Christmas concert.
His 85 year old, ever weakening body is loving wheeled in by his wife. As they take their places in the seats of honor, the music of accomplishment and delight fill the hall.
And then his moment comes.
The moment during the concert when his greatness is expounded upon and he is requested to once again direct his choir. Being wheeled to the director's spot, the hands of his weak body now strongly command attention. They begin move with a fluid power and his singers faithfully follow.
Even though his body is not what it once was, his love and passion for the music give his hands the strength to direct.
It was through a flood of tears and the strength of this mans hands that I was reminded of strength in Christ's.
His body weakened with each whip, punch and stab. And now his hands where nailed to a cross. He knew the pain would be like this, and He knew He had the ability to make it all stop. Yet, because of the love and passion for His people, He found the strength to keep His hands open and nailed there.
Now if we would just faithfully follow His powerful direction.
Santa Welcoming Friends!
Lights!!!
