The sermon was over. The appeal song had been sung. I had offered words of benediction, concluding a series on the healing power of Jesus.
Just then, a pastor stepped to the microphone.
“We’re going to do something a little crazy here tonight,” he said with obvious apprehension. The congregation stood stock-still, uncertain what to do.
“Exactly four years ago,” he continued, “just after performing a piano duet in this building, one of our pastors’ wives had a terrible car accident on the way home from camp meeting. The accident left her with permanent injuries to her arms and legs. But tonight, four years later, she is back at the piano with the same colleague, playing with one hand as her testimony to God’s healing power.”
Stunned, the hundreds found their seats as the first notes of the unexpected duet began to cautiously emerge from the sounding board. I watched lips all across the hall forming the worship words:
“Above all powers, above all kings;
Above all nature and all created things …”
Almost as if we were witnessing four years of healing compressed into a moment, we felt the music surge and flower, growing in confidence as fingers found familiar patterns. Chord stacked on chord, just three hands playing, the music swelling on the hopes of many in the hall who had been praying that such a grace might someday happen.
The pastor who had made the introduction was now weeping. Dozens swept away the tears with hands and handkerchiefs, while others—men and women—let them fall in quiet amazement.
“Crucified, laid behind a stone;
You lived to die, rejected and alone;
Like a rose trampled on the ground,
You took the fall and thought of me,
The applause was instantaneous and insistent. Hundreds rose, not to honor the musicians, but to celebrate a healing still in progress and a story we will never be able to forget.
God’s people are justly hungry for such moments, for they are evidence that Adventism, at its core, is about changed lives and healed spirits, not only changed ideas. Let’s covenant to tell—and sing—the stories of Christ’s healing when we gather in His name. Worship, at its heart, is our weekly celebration of the love that finds and heals us. And it’s our anticipation of the day when Jesus will make all things beautifully new.