As I was driving to work the other day a song played over the radio that reminded me of a specific moment in my life, an audible monument. The Israelites were professional monument-alists. I envision much of their country marked with monuments to significant events in the country’s history. Like the Israeli monuments, when I here just the first few notes/words to this song, in time machine fashion I’m transported back to the hospital bed, oxygen tubes filling my nostrils as my body struggled to fight off a bad case of bronchitis. I don’t recall the duration of my stay, but I was out for a while and over a Sunday. On that particular Sunday, Dr. Sarmiento and his family sang a song for each of his patients and this was the song they sang when they visited me.
Funny thing is, as I reflected on the monument the song serves in my life and how it might be a good topic to explore here, I can’t recall the title or lyrics of the song. Go figure. Without a doubt, next time I hear it, I’ll be reminded of that moment in my life again.
Was the song Andre’ Crouch’s “To God Be the Glory?”