I remember one of the last Sunday’s that Alan Vail was in church. He sat in his wheelchair, stooped over, head bowed, his body racked with Parkinson’s. Speech was difficult, he’d lost most of his ability to control the movement of his arms and legs. I sat across from him, and as we sang a song part of which said something about the greatness of God, I saw him place his hands on the arms of his chair. He lifted his feet out of the foot rests, and slowly pushed himself up out of the chair until he was standing. He couldn’t sing any
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