Last night, I got a call from an unfamiliar phone number. It was a man’s voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello, this is Buzz from Long-Term Care,” he said.
“Okay,” I answered. His name didn’t ring a bell. Immediately I thought that one of our church members had passed away and this was someone on staff at the nursing home calling to inform us.
“I wondered if this would be a good time for me to sing you a song.”
“Okay,” I answered again, racking my brain for clues about who this man could be.
“Since Easter is coming up, I want to sing ‘I Know My Redeemer Lives’ for you and your husband.”
Then it dawned on me. Jesse and I met him last Sunday while leading a service at an area nursing home. He had asked us to write our names and phone numbers on a scrap of paper and promised to call and sing for us on our birthdays. I thought that sounded sweet, but I didn’t think much of it at the time since our birthdays are a few months away.
“You might want to turn on your speakerphone,” he suggested. “I’ll sing three verses.”
Jesse and I stood in the kitchen with the phone resting on the counter listening to Buzz’s aged, slightly warbling voice singing,
I know that my Redeemer lives;
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever living Head.
After he finished singing, he simply said, “Well, have a good night,” and the call was over.
I know next to nothing about this man and he knows very little about us, but a simple phone call and a song made my entire Easter week. I almost forgot that this week is about more than extra worship services and a million additions to my usual to-do list. My Redeemer lives. Thanks for the reminder, Buzz.