Friday, August 27, 2010

Gordon Mote

Don't Let Me Miss the Glory – Gordon MoteChristian artist Gordon Mote is an outstanding musician who plays piano for the Gaither Vocal Band. He's also a native of Alabama.

My friend Roger Pedigo recently introduced me to Mote's 2007 CD, Don't Let Me Miss The Glory. He particularly wanted me to hear the touching tale of Maplewood Methodist Church.

Follow along with the lyrics below as you listen to Maplewood Methodist Church.

Spends every night inside these walls
Dumps the trash and sweeps the halls
And he makes sure that stained glass shines
Picks up paper in the pews and stacks the chairs in the choir room
But his real work don't start til quittin' time
When he goes through every prayer request lying on the pastor's desk
He hits his knees and says ...
God bless Miss Somersby, Lord it's hard to live alone
And Marianna Thompson wants her daddy back at home
And Mr. Nelson needs forgiveness
Old Man Miller's crops need rain
While the whole town's fast asleep he's hard at work
Pullin' that midnight shift at the Maplewood Methodist Church

Every night's the same routine
And by the time he finally leaves
He's done so much more than clean the building
He's called down angels from on high
And helped someone through a sad goodbye
And lost souls finally find what they've been missing
The congregation will never see that simple man who still believes
He can change the world by saying please ...

Give Johnny Mays the strength to put that bottle down
Mrs. Bailey and her husband find a way to work things out
Mrs. Olsen hold on long enough to see her daughter's wedding day
While the whole town's fast asleep he's hard at work
Pullin' that midnight shift at the Maplewood Methodist Church

The sign out front says Sunday service starts at nine and ten-fifteen
But he holds his own revival, seven nights a week

While the whole town's fast asleep he's hard at work
Pullin' that midnight shift at the Maplewood Methodist Church

Spends every night inside these walls, dumps the trash and sweeps the halls
And he makes sure that stained glass shines



This song stirred up some very old memories. The first funeral I attended was my Uncle Lawrence's in Sweetwater, Texas. If you hear this song, you'll know how my mind connected to that when I tell you it's about a man who cleans the church. Sometimes the person is called the custodian, or perhaps the janitor. I think the funeral was held in the church Uncle Lawrence cleaned. I also recalled that another uncle, JC Lockhart, cleaned a church in Weatherford, Texas.

Let me back up here and tell you I was reared Southern Baptist and remained one until Smitty and I married and began to look for a church in our Oak Cliff neighborhood in Dallas. That's when we became Presbyterians and joined Trinity Presbyterian Church. Our two daughters were baptized and later confirmed in the Presbyterian Church. We later moved to Irving, Texas, then Bloomington, Illinois, and eventually to Memphis, Tennessee, and each time joined local Presbyterian churches. We've been members of the United Methodist church since we lived in Meridian, Mississippi in the late 1970s.

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