The
Decision Is Yours
When I was 17 years old Betty
Witte asked me to play a flute solo for the late service on Christmas Eve. I remember sitting in the kitchen
with my Mom discussing whether I should agree to play. I told my Mom, I really have too much to do right
now – I have the Winter Concert at school – I was doing all the scenery for the Sunday School Christmas Program
I was going to tell her no, I had no time to practice.
My Mom very calmly said
“That’s fine the decision is yours, but just remember who gave you those talents.” Needless
to say I chose to play O Holy Night. My sister Judy was the organist for that service and agreed to accompany
me. We practiced several times at home and I was OK but that “Fall on your knees” part always
came out a little scary.
Christmas Eve came and church is packed there are people in
every pew including the balcony. Mr. Potter, Director of Music District 230 happened to be in attendance
at that service, (no added pressure to be at you best when the head of your whole program is in attendance.) I
never spoke to him that night but relayed the story to his wife years later and she said I shouldn’t have been nervous,
he loved listening to young musicians, it was his passion.
As the song started babies were crying and bulletin’s
were rustling and as I began to play something happened that night. Everything stopped; the papers stopped
rustling the babies stopped crying. The only sound was that of my sister playing the organ and my flute.
As we approached the “Fall on your knees” part, I’m sure the Holy Spirit had taken over my instrument
because the notes soared out of the instrument and floated over the crowded congregation like never before. I
have played my flute since then in church but it has never sounded the same as that Christmas Eve.
How lucky I have been to have my Mom who reminded me where my talent comes from, a sister willing
to accompany me and prepare me for that moment and Betty Witte to ask me to share my gift. We are blessed
by moments in time that shape our lives and the people that we are given to share those moments.
Hopefully,
the next time you are asked to share your talents – you will hear my Mom’s words “That’s fine the
decision is yours, but just remember who gave you those talents.” And as you serve, the Holy Sprit
will join you in that moment and your life will be changed forever.
Pam Giera
