By Jeremy Moore
Special to The Alabama Baptist
When you find yourself staring death in the face something special happens.
I shifted in my chair as I felt the hands of my grandmother, tired and calloused from years behind a piano. I turned around to see CDs filled with hymns and gospel music stacked next to the CD player in her room.
Ironically those CDs were more of her line holding to life than the oxygen tubes strapped around her nose.
My grandmother, Ella, was the textbook definition of joy. She loved music, she loved singing and she always had some tune she was humming.
She was a church musician and led the choir. She also had four sons she wrangled together to create a traveling quartet to churches around their hometown of Detroit, Michigan.
It’s no shock that all of her sons and their families are in ministry now. Extended family gatherings for us would always include some type of song sung together. Singing is a way of life for our family, and singing hymns is purely essential to our family DNA.
Ella loved hymns and knew every alto line to any hymn in her hymnal. It’s no shock that when she was diagnosed with dementia a few years ago and her mind started failing, music remained her only constant.
She would forget who was her family, but she remembered her hymns. She could not make coherent words, but she remembered her hymns. She uneasily waved her arms and laughed like a child, but she remembered her hymns.
In her last days when Ella was lethargic from her medicine, someone would play a hymn to redirect her mind. She straightened up in her chair, sang her alto line and did not miss a word.
Being with her in those moments are moments I will never forget. What peace she must have felt in those moments.
Songs matter
The more I lead worship the more I am convinced that the songs I sing matter.
Maybe one day those songs will be the only thing that wakes my mind up.
As a result I’ve found myself entranced by the hymns Ella sang. In a way, I feel a connection with her and all of the saints before me when I sing those glorious songs.
The songs we sing and the words we recite together in corporate worship are important because they will indeed carry us to our last day.
They give us a language that goes further than the body can control, and they will continue to carry our voices to future generations of Christians as an encouragement and exhortation to keep pressing on in faith.
Ever since I saw Ella’s eyes light up in those moments I’ve been obsessed with preserving her past. To me those hymns communicate something unique only to them.
I find a sense of comfort in them; knowing they have stood a test of generations and will continue to be a language shared between fellow brothers and sisters in Christ.
EDITOR’S NOTE — Jeremy Moore is a Birmingham-based songwriter and musician. For more information, visit www.jeremymooremusic.com.
To read more, visit https://thealabamabaptist.org/hymns-prayers-linger-in-memory-of-those-with-dementia/
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