Thursday, March 28, 2013

A Personal Note


I was previewing the following TED concert when I learned that Rhoda Keehnel had died last Wednesday. It was only on the occasion of her death that friends learned her age. She was 87. She was loved by everyone who knew her, in spite of the fact that she never admitted that she a needed hearing aid—those of us in the Bible study group just needed to speak a little louder and more clearly. She was an impassioned liberal when it came to church doctrine, and bridled at narrow-mindedness and intolerance. Rhoda was always a little overdressed, even at Wednesday night Bible study group. Her bright fashion statements were seriously out-of-date, and her wigs were meticulously quaffed.

I stayed with her in the hospital when her husband collapsed one afternoon at the end of Grace Connection. We discussed politics, serious SDA doctrinal issues, and a few of the humorous situations life had tossed our way in the ER waiting room until the wee hours of Sunday morning when it became clear that Harold was going to be OK.

Rhoda and I danced at Nicki’s wedding. I had just learned to waltz for the occasion, and when Rhoda looked longingly at the dance floor, I offered to lead. When I put my arm around her, she was not shy in snuggling up. When I demonstrated the box step, she actually led me around the floor in short order. I, a formerly shy adolescent, and she, an Adventist preacher’s wife, moved pretty well. I was her last dance partner.

There is more to say, of course. Rhoda was a more than competent church pianist and organist, and I am confident that she played in every Saturday or Sunday church that asked her. She shared fruit from their trees with everyone—even supplied bags. She was generous and kindhearted; one of the most energetic people I have ever known. She claimed that she only needed four hours of sleep a night. I guess she finally needed a bit more.

The following choir piece is my way of saying goodbye with love.
Andy

Virtual Choir Live

Composer and conductor Eric Whitacre has inspired millions by bringing together "virtual choirs," singers from many countries spliced together on video. Now, for the first time ever, he creates the experience in real time, as 32 singers from around the world Skype in to join an onstage choir (assembled from three local colleges) for an epic performance of Whitacre's "Cloudburst," based on a poem by Octavio Composer and conductor Eric Whitacre has inspired millions by bringing together "virtual choirs," singers from many countries spliced together on video. Now, for the first time ever, he creates the experience in real time, as 32 singers from around the world Skype in to join an onstage choir (assembled from three local colleges) for an epic performance of Whitacre's "Cloudburst," based on a poem by Octavio Paz.

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  2. Hi Andy-

    You don't know me, but I am an adopted "sister" of Rhoda at the Willows SDA Church. I happened by accident (or design?) on your blog entry about Rhoda. We are getting ready to celebrate her life at a service this evening (Sabbath, April 6th).
    Your description of her in your blog is spot-on. We loved everything about her including her unique fashon sense. You will be tickled to know that she was in charge of decorating our social hall for our monthly fellowship luncheon and that on those potluck Sabbaths she dressed to match her decorations! She took this task VERY seriously and reported that God was right there beside her to help her decorate every single month.
    I was so thrilled to read that she had the chance to dance. She often broke into a lively Irish Jig when she was excited about something. While helping Harold to clean out some of her things after her death, one of our ladies came across a pair of tap dance shoes, and we all got a big laugh out of that discovery! For her, dancing was an expression of joy. I fully expect that I will see her dancing in Heaven when we meet there.
    I am so blessed to have known and loved Rhoda, and I'm happy to hear that others have had the chance to know and see her with Jesus' loving eyes.... ~ Kim T.

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