He wanted so badly to play the guitar. I could see it in his face. I knew immediately when he requested to move from the recliner to a chair without arms that he was going to try. It took a good 10 minutes to get him moved. His left side was just not cooperating. Tom helped had his arm over his shoulders and Eric moved his dragging left foot to help stabilize him.
Once settled he let everyone know, he wanted to try to play. We got the guitar over to him, Tom holding the neck of the guitar so he could use his right hand solely for strumming, his glasses perched on his nose so he could see the music, and he tried…he strummed a little, his trembling hand only allowing some halting sounds to come out of the guitar. Then he decided he wanted to get his left hand up to the neck of the guitar to make the chords. Tom situated him and got his hand up there but he just couldn’t do it. That was when he broke down and cried.
It was heart breaking. This man who was once a musician, who led worship every week for his church, who had five guitars and knew every detail on each and every one of them. He couldn’t even hold the guitar without help. That’s when Tom suggested he make the chords so Randy could focus on strumming.
So Randy counted off, “one, two three four…” his toe started tapping, and he started to strum, and we sang. This was the most beautiful rendition of the song Amazing Love that I have ever heard. To see this beautiful man sitting there strumming with his trembling hand, Tom making the chords, and the rest of us singing. I will never forget that moment, when, with tears in my eyes I sang of God’s amazing love, listened to the halting guitar, heard Randy’s raspy voice, and thanked God for the honor of coming to visit Randy.