‘Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing’ came the sound of the singing from the kitchen. It was just one voice. Not a good voice. But a solid sound. As the staff stacked dishes and lined them up on trays in order to wash them, one young man started to sing.
The afternoon had been eventful. The group had gathered together after lunch to walk through each section of the camp and pray over it. Soon, camp would be full of children and adults; busy, enjoying the outdoors, kayaking and canoeing, swimming in the pool, playing on the field, practicing archery, going fishing, playing on the Wibbit, waterskiing, chatting, enjoying, singing, laughing, learning. Each section of camp was being prayed over for safety. Each section was being dedicated to God, where He was being invited to dwell for the summer in the sounds and the laughter of the children who would be there.
As the group walked through the camp, a tremendous sense of peace filled the air. This was indeed where God was. This was where God would surprise them with His daily love and gifts. The anticipation rising, the young men and women walked from spot to spot. Excited. Hopeful. Expecting. And then it happened. The cook, who was an older man slipped down the grass, fell on his side and could not move. They ran towards him to help him, and saw that he had broken something. Irony of ironies, he was also the first aid attendant. Carefully. Slowly. Gently they helped him up and carried him to the car, and one of them drove him to the ferry and then to the clinic for help. After x-rays it was determined, he would need surgery.
The story was not simple. This man, the cook, had given his home up for the summer in order to be the main cook at the camp. This man was experiencing a family crisis already, and his wife was away attending to it. He was alone, he had nowhere to go. Everything that could go wrong for him was.
After supper, an announcement was made about his condition. He was not well. He was being taken to the hospital. No one knew the prognosis. This community of believers needed to come together to carry on.
As the voice of the the young man rose above the steam of the hot dish washer and the sounds of the clanging pots and pans, another voice joined it, and then another, and another. Each harmonizing. Building from what was there. Creating an ever better and better sound. Soon, the whole kitchen was filled with the sound – come though fount of every blessing – continuing the prayer that had started that afternoon, believing that God was indeed among them, the fount of every blessing, ready to respond and provide.
1. Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
mount of thy redeeming love.
2. Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I’m come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
interposed his precious blood.
3. O to grace how great a debtor
daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.