‘Our task in this shaky, fast-changing, bewildering world in which we live is to make music, at first with all that we have, and then, when that is no longer possible, to make music with what we have left.’Jack Riemer
It was a somewhat cold and damp evening for summertime, but that didn’t stop people of all ages and in all stages of life from coming to enjoy themselves at the local festival. It was a special celebration … that opening night festival, held at the same place where many years before, a German, Jewish doctor, himself a pariah, had looked beyond his war-torn patients destined for obscurity, boredom and/or death … to see another reality … a life worth continuing despite being disabled. There were physical, mental and organisational obstacles but determination from the neurosurgeon and rising belief from patients made history then and continues to do so to this day.
Of all the events that caught my eye that festival night, nothing moved me more than watching some grandparents joining in the tug-o-war and hokey-pokey with their granddaughter … first one grown up and then the other.
It was no ordinary feat … they were elderly and the little girl needed great assistance even to stand, but they enveloped her with devoted arms and she joined in … the sidelines were for another place and time. The joy and laughter as she threw back her head in delight were music to my ears. For a few short hours on the twenty ninth of August, suffering and hardship were superfluous … a discarded wheelchair standing as a symbol of all things good.
Sometimes we get it right. Sometimes we imitate our heavenly Father to perfection. Sometimes love holds no bounds.