(Note: The following essay was written by Catherine Self, Sr. V.P. of the Baptist Healing Trust.)
I saw an angel today. She floated among the elders, white-haired men and women gathered for a time of prayer and singing in a senior citizens center. As she entered the room, faces that had seemed frozen with time lifted to make eye contact. Eyes brightened and weathered hands reached out in greeting. Calling her by name, those who could speak spoke her name with tenderness. In one voice I heard the spirit of a small child greeting a favored friend.
Songbooks were patiently handed to each one present, carefully turned to just the right page. Singing to the beat of a prerecorded tape, the group sang verse after verse, hymn after hymn.