Rock of Ages
Silence was all I could hear while writing in the last two years. It began when my CD player, which I played all day, conked out on me.
Finally, last night, I asked Tony to please buy me a new CD player.
He said, “I’d be glad to.” All I had to do was ask.
Son #3 overheard and exclaimed, “CD players are passé. All the types of music you listen to are on the Internet, non-stop!”
Then he gave instructions on how to access hymns, Broadway songs, and oldies.
Early this morning, I did as told, and hey presto! I typed HYMNS and the first one that came on was “Rock of Ages.”
It had been one of my father’s favorite hymns and today, 35 years ago (just two days after his 70th birthday), he “drew his fleeting breath, and his eyes closed in death.”
Written by the Reverend Augustus Toplady in 1763, this hymn would be sung softly by Dad all the time, alternating it with with "The Old Rugged Cross." He couldn’t carry a tune—a trait I half inherited—but the words rang clear. Let me quote the last stanza:
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on Thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Today I remember Daddy and say a prayer of thanksgiving to our Rock of ages for his life.
I also say good-bye to silence while writing. I have music once again—and all the tunes I love—while my computer is on. And I can even change gears anytime.
Wow. Like discovering grace, I learned a new digital “magic” at a most unexpected hour.