A friend of mine tells of the day he went with a group of people to a nursing home, to the ward that cares for those suffering from Alzheimer's.
Most of the residents were, to put it as kindly as possible, no longer there. Their stares were vacant, their memory as empty as a Montana prairie. They remembered nothing, knew no one, not even themselves. It was a heartbreaking experience.
What could the visitors do? What could they say? Because they didn't know what to talk about, they sang hymns, "What a Friend We Have in Jesus," and "Jesus Loves Me, This I Know."
And something astonishing happened. These elderly people began to sing along! Silver heads perked up, feathery thin voices were raised in song. Apparently the earliest childhood memories are the very last to go, and these poor victims of this dreadful disease remembered the songs they sang in Sabbath school.
? And they say that children don't learn anything
The Teacher said it best:
"Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these" matthew 19:14
Most of the residents were, to put it as kindly as possible, no longer there. Their stares were vacant, their memory as empty as a Montana prairie. They remembered nothing, knew no one, not even themselves. It was a heartbreaking experience.
What could the visitors do? What could they say? Because they didn't know what to talk about, they sang hymns, "What a Friend We Have in Jesus," and "Jesus Loves Me, This I Know."
And something astonishing happened. These elderly people began to sing along! Silver heads perked up, feathery thin voices were raised in song. Apparently the earliest childhood memories are the very last to go, and these poor victims of this dreadful disease remembered the songs they sang in Sabbath school.
? And they say that children don't learn anything
The Teacher said it best:
"Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these" matthew 19:14
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