Last Saturday, about 7 friends and I went out to visit some nursing homes and another housing community for the disabled, to bring along our singing voices and all the popular Christmas carols. Leading up to the event, a lot of things weren’t going so right. First, I was a little late in sending out the invitations and getting it organized. Second, in my rush, I left out a few people and then had to send invitations even later. Then, as the weekend came near, I got sick, I mean, in bed sick, out of commission. So, it wasn’t until the day before, on Friday, that I could do all the following up.
I was getting cancelations and a lot of regrets. People leaving town, already having plans for the Pops, or another Christmas party, or someone was sick, or there was some other event. One by one, everyone had an excuse to not make it. I thought, if we don’t get at least 5 to sign on, we’ll have to cancel. That’s the last thing I want to do. Get their hopes up and then cancel the day before.
Well, in the last minutes, we got more than 5. We got 8. Eight people could make the time out of their very busy schedules to come and visit the elderly and disabled. I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought, these are the people who accepted the invitation, they are going to be blessed.
And so on Saturday, we made our way to the first nursing home. When we got there, the staff brought us up to a meeting room near the nurses’ station, filled with residents. So, we start singing, and there’s one woman who’s 100% in. I mean, she’s singing and clapping and laughing, and then cheering for us. “I love you guys!” And after every song, she would bellow out at the top of her lungs:
“That will never be forgotten!”
Last Friday, a stranger walked into a facility filled with vulnerable, precious people and destroyed many lives. The next day, strangers sacrificed time out of their very busy schedules and walked into these facilities filled with vulnerable and precious people, not armed with guns, but with music sheets. They sang new life into the residents. And that will never be forgotten.
If we make the sacrifice for those who are vulnerable, then we make friends in low places. But in the end, everything’s going to be turned upside down. The ones that seem to be at the top? They’ll be at the bottom. And the one’s that seemed to be a the bottom of things? They’ll be the judges. And your sacrifices for them will never be forgotten.
You know, at the end, when it’s all said and done, at the last moments when all of our life is laid out before us to look at, we’ll see all the stuff we’ve done from a very different viewpoint. And there will be a critical voice there to make sure all of our mistakes and failures are duly noted.
And then, there will be the judges, and they will have on their minds your visits and your sacrifices for them.
That will never be forgotten.
‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brethren, you did it to me.’ (Mt 25:34-40)