Mistaken Identity

 

The band gathered for the final worship song, one of my favourites. Holy Forever.

I noticed our centenarian across the aisle. I thought he was staring at me but no, turned out he was intently eyeing the teenage guy beside me. We began to worship, and then I was jostled by Don as he moved out of the way for Sandy to squeeze by.

His eye never wavered. He was moving towards the young lad. I stepped back and he shuffled past, grasping Caeden by the arm, smiling broadly. There were some words as the two heads came together – one aged, one young.

I don’t know what was said, but, still holding Caeden’s arm, Sandy turned towards the words on the screen and joined in the worship, reading and singing the words with confidence and conviction. A veteran of the SAS, his faith, like his body, has stood the test of time.

I didn’t get an opportunity to find out what drew Sandy to move across the aisle, but I believe his senility could have confused Caeden with his own son or grandson. With grace and kindness, Caeden responded warmly.

Mistaken identity perhaps. But in the family of Christ, one could say that Caeden is indeed a grandson of Sandy. A spiritual grandson.

As we all worshiped together, I could hear the angels rejoicing at this beautiful tableau. The body of Christ in Banchory.

To God be the glory. Holy forever indeed.