By Chris Meehan
“I think the Lord wants us to praise the Lord and sing a song to them.”
Catherine Ficker was talking to Peter Putzier as the two missionaries approached a one-story home in an older Evansville subdivision with neat lawns and sidewalks. The missionaries sing often in nursing homes and prayer meetings, but they’d never sung unprompted on a front porch before.
Earlier that afternoon, as the missionaries gathered to pray, someone had read a psalm about praising God. In Catherine’s mind, the word about singing fit right in.
A dark-haired woman of middle age opened the door and looked out at them through the screen. “I think the Lord wants us to sing for you,” Peter said, “and you’re welcome to join in.”
The missionaries raised their hands and sang: “If you want to see the victory of the Lord, why don’t you praise him, lift up your hands and praise him?”
The woman stood plain-faced, but her kindergarten-aged daughter swayed and beamed with delight. She seemed to enjoy every note.
“All right, I have to go,” the woman said, as they finished the song.
“Great,” Peter said. “Praise God!”
The woman closed the door.
“That child got it,” Peter said later. “Her appreciation of our song reminded me of what Jesus said about receiving the kingdom of God like a little child.
“I’m sure God wanted us to sing that day. I would do it again if that’s what needed to be done.”