Surprised by St. George

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Though he was not cloaked in a coarse brown friar’s habit, the old man’s short cropped grey hair, ancient spectacles, wide girth, and shuffling gait suggested otherwise to me.  His ringless fingers created lilting music during two evening dinners at a quaint Vermont inn.  Like our chef he, too, was eager to hear approval of his offerings.

Amazing Grace brought a polite applause from Dennis and me.  After several other songs, our pianist slowly walked to our table to greet his appreciative audience.  He humbly received our gratitude and introduced himself as George. He had heard from a friend of ours, also staying at the inn, that I was an artist who had made some crosses.  He was quite curious about my work.

After a simple explanation of His Savior Names Christmas ornaments, he shared that he too loved Christmas and Easter; he was a collector of nativities and gilded eggs from around the world.  Though his eyes gleamed as he talked, his lightly accented speech was barely audible.  My husband and I strained to hear enough to comprehend his unfolding story.

He had studied in Rome and Israel he offered humbly.  I understood the words theology and art in his reply to my question about his studies.  Then he told of a sterling silver enameled egg he found in New York City.  Like the man in Jesus’ parable about the kingdom of heaven who sold all he had to buy the pearl of great price, George saved for three years to purchase this exquisite egg for his collection.

Would we be in town the next day, he asked, for he would be delighted to show us his collections.  Sadly we were departing.  He was truly disappointed.  As he walked away to return to his piano I marveled at the wonder of this man, living at the end of his life in a town of 600 souls, his story a repository of experiences perhaps as remarkable as Louis Zamperini.

Later in the evening he asked if he could play us a medley of songs to which we agreed.  “Holy, Holy, Holy,” “How Great Thou Art,” and other hymns filled the air with their gentle, beautiful notes.  A second tune followed, equally melodious, but unknown to us.  Our dinner then complete, we stopped to speak to George on our way out.  Another softly spoken story began as an explanation of the music we hadn’t recognized which evolved into glimpses of his childhood as a French Canadian, one of eight children.  In the fifth grade, George was the soloist in his church.  His music teacher said his voice was like an angel’s.  Then he began to sing in French and play simple tunes long stored in his memory from childhood. When I asked for a translation, he replied, “They are for the children, ‘Jesu, Jesu, etre avec moi.’”

As we finally pulled away from the lonely old man, we felt as though we had been with a treasure.  What other life experiences were stored within, I wondered.  A man made in the image of God, though clouded by recent strokes and the gravity of age; still we glimpsed God’s glory in George.  His passion for music and art and beauty shone brightly.  And like all of us, he drank in our affirmation and brief relationship.  It was healing medicine for his soul, but we were the ones in awe of this humble jewel of God’s making.

Before we left the inn the next day we asked our hostess more about George and learned he still travels to Prague every year, by invitation, to perform a solo concert. Another surprise about the unassuming pianist.  I will be sending George a gift of our new crosses.  He collects those, too.  And I’ll be praying he reads the stories of each name of Jesus that he may know the One who formed him long ago with such beautiful talents.

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2 thoughts on “Surprised by St. George”

  1. I would like to let you know how much I enjoy listening to Family Life Today….I appreciate what both you and Barbara say on the subject of marriage, how to strengthen a marriage and so many ways to help couples who are raising children.
    God has truly blessed you with wisdom and determination to help so many people who sometimes are encountering overwhelming challenges.
    You both put so much thought into the subject you are speaking on and it is so heartfelt.
    Most Sincerely,
    Mrs. Julie Mackie

  2. Dear Barbara,
    What a lovely writing. Thank you for sharing your encounter with this precious elderly man. Yes, what a treasured experience.
    I always think of meeting you and Dennis back in the 80’s here in Jacksonville, FL, as a “treasured experience”! Blessings to you, beautiful sister in Christ.

    Diane Goldsmith
    Cru Inner City Jacksonville

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