Donna Holloway has penned a few articles for this website. Late last year (December, 2012) she shared this experience with me as she joined her aging parents for Sunday worship. The names of the men serving are her relatives and immediate family members. Thanks for the reminder of how fragile life can be.
This past Sunday afternoon I was touched by several things I observed while attending the worship service my Dad holds at Sand Plum Assisted Living Center in Bixby, Oklahoma. The services are held in a small room off to the side of the common living area. My dad reserves this room from 4:00 – 5:00 on Sunday 
afternoons so the residents can attend worship services. Generally one of the men from the Bixby congregation comes to help him oversee the service; but this past Sunday he called on Richard for the lesson, Phillip to lead the singing, Paul & Brent to coordinate Lord’s Supper and then my Dad led a prayer.
First off, Mom & Dad set up the room and prepared the bread and the fruit of the vine into the trays. Mom seemed to remember what to do and enjoyed helping Dad set up. She even went to get me a cup of water on her own, and didn’t seem confused about where to go. Several residents, mostly ladies along with one tall gentleman came for the service. Some left their walkers in the hall; others needed them to get to their seat or to sit upon. The lady that sat by me was pleasant and participated in every way; she turned to the scripture readings, sang from her hymnal and partook of the Lord’s Supper. Although Dad and Mom still have a car and go to worship in Bixby, many of these folks aren’t able to get out.
As I watched and participated in this afternoon service, I was particular fascinated as these older folks took the Lord’s Supper. Their devotion to this memorial touched me deeply. With confident, yet shaky hands, they reached in with some difficulty to pick up a small piece of the bread. As the men began to serve the juice Dad quietly told them to please hand each one a cup, and so they did. With outstretched hands, still shaking, each resident was able to drink from their cup and then place it back into the tray. I guess the shaking hands are what made me realize how important this worship is to these aging Christians. It means a great deal to them as I imagine it will to me one day when I’m in a similar situation.
I’m not surprised my Dad has taken this on and I’m so proud he’s doing it. He has always been one to quietly notice what needs to be done and doesn’t shy away from serving.
It was good to see Mom helping him set up and feeling confident in what she was doing. Being in the early stages of dementia, she stays confused most any other time.
At the end of the service, one 98 year old lady, quickly left saying the service ran a little long this week. Others were friendly to visit and showed their thankfulness to the men who led the service.
Until we had participated with the singing at Dayspring Assisted Living Center in Plano, Texas I had very little experience around older people. I am thankful for the opportunity Waterview church of Christ provided during those few precious years for us to sing for the residents at Dayspring. It was good for me to learn how to be around the sweet, aging folks.
Perhaps you’ve been encouraged and have enjoyed reading about my experience in Bixby. Due to my Dad’s job of moving every few years and living so much of my childhood overseas, I had only a few years to spend time with grandparents, and most of those visits were short in time. Perhaps you’d say I have been a ‘late’ learner about the blessing of older people. So if you have a love the older, aging folks, I encourage you to demonstrate your love and compassion to them by giving of your most cherished possession…your time. Just remember…each day God gives us on this earth we ourselves are growing closer to having ‘shaky hands!’
