Darrell Klaver has been playing organ and piano at Community Church of Kamrar, Iowa for decades. CCoK is my wife’s “home church” (where she grew up and where her family still worships). It is a small but mighty church in the exact middle of nowhere.
I think I used to smile and chuckle a little bit in an “isn’t that quaint” fashion at Darrell’s extremely skilled, if a bit melodramatic, organ playing that reminded me of a turn-of-the-century silent film accompaniment. (Yes, an extremely arrogant judgement, and no, I’ve never seen a silent film.)
Darrell is in his mid-eighties, a very recent widower, and currently lives in the same assisted living facility that my grandfather does. This is where we encountered him tonight while paying Grandpa a visit on Kate’s first birthday.
Nancy asked Darrell how he’s been and he replied, “Not too well.’ Suffering from the same medical and emotional conditions any eighty-something recent widower who is all alone except for the occasional visit from family members would. He was also recently diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, though, “My hands are holding up so far.” He had also returned from the funeral of a longtime friend and fellow CCoK member who recently died of sudden and rapid cancer, just an hour prior.
Darrell was delighted to see Kate and and talk for awhile with Nancy. We asked if maybe he could play a few songs on the small Kurzweil keyboard in the sitting room. He quietly obliged. We went on with our visit with Grandpa.
After a few minutes I started recognizing the hymns he was playing. Majesty, The Old Rugged Cross, and What a Friend We Have In Jesus. I struggled a bit to hold back tears (which are coming back as I recount the scene). I took the above picture quickly and at a distance because I lacked the courage to explain the tears should he ask, and I didn’t want to disturb his beautiful playing.
This man, back from a funeral visitation, recently widowed, alone in a nursing home, newly diagnosed with a chronic, degenerative illness, and what was coming out of his heart?
Majesty, worship his majesty;
Unto Jesus be all glory, honor, and praise.
Majesty, kingdom authority,
Flow from his throne unto his own, his anthem raise.
So exalt, lift up on high the name of Jesus.
Magnify, come glorify Christ Jesus, the King.
Majesty, worship his majesty,
Jesus who died, now glorified, King of all kings
and
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
and my personal favorite
What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged; take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield you; you will find a solace there.Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised Thou wilt all our burdens bear
May we ever, Lord, be bringing all to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright unclouded there will be no need for prayer
Rapture, praise and endless worship will be our sweet portion there.
He finished with a rather rousing rendition of “God Bless America”, quietly got up, shut the keyboard off, and headed back to his room. We managed to catch him to thank him and share some birthday cupcakes with him.
I wept because I realized my pride in scoffing at his playing for years. True I loved him and appreciated him and his faithful service to that church, just didn’t think much of the music. What a fool I am. This man is ten times the worship leader I am.
I pray that when I am in his position, my heart will be in the same place. Thank you Darrell for your example. I’ll be sharing this with you next time I see you. If I’m able.











October 13, 2009 at 4:13 am
Thanks for the post, Matt. I hope to have a heart like his in 60 years, faithful and passionate after a life of service.
And while I'm thinking of it, I had wanted to mention I found the last song you played Sunday to be the most worshipful, despite the missing string and horribly out of tune guitar. It seemed to me that the congregation really stepped it up to cover what may have been "lacking". I love when the body of Christ responds strongly and appropriately. It's a beautiful thing.
October 13, 2009 at 2:23 pm
Thanks for sharing this, Matt. I appreciate your openness. Hymns like these are definitely a treasure- I enjoy hearing them, even just reading the words. I did not grow up singing them so, often times it is the first time I've heard them.
October 13, 2009 at 4:08 pm
Matt, this is such a wonderful tribute to Darryl and what happens when he is at the piano or keyboard! His love for Jesus really comes out! I'm thankful that his hands are still feeling The Spirit instead of the Parkinsons!! Thank you Matt!
October 13, 2009 at 5:23 pm
Beautiful.
October 14, 2009 at 3:28 am
Thank you Matt for your openess and honesty about your change of heart toward Darrell (my father-in-law's) piano playing. We of course have always been blessed by the gift God has placed within him. We are thrilled to know he is still blessing people with his playing. I think it would be great if you could share this with him next time you see him. All of us here in Texas and I'm sure our family in Okla. and Minnesota are touched and deeply grateful for your story.
October 14, 2009 at 3:34 am
Thanks for taking the time to comment, Sarina :) (And thanks for correcting my spelling of his name, which I will correct in the post.) Have always loved Darrell (since I've known him) and now have a much deeper appreciation for his gift.
November 1, 2009 at 10:47 am
Matt, I know this comment is late in coming.
You forgot to mention that you and Nancy were married at the Community Church of Kamrar.
I first met Darrell and his beautiful wife the first day that your Grandpa moved into Windsor Manor. (and NO it is NOT a nursing home, but an Assisted Living Facility!). Darrell and his wife let your Grandfather eat his first dinner at Windsor Manor with them.
Ever since, I have many times heard Darrell playing his keyboard when I have gone to visit your Grandfather, no matter what time of day. It always brings me such peace.
Did you know that your father, Jenny, and I had a private concert Friday night when you, Nancy, and the girls went to visit Tory after visiting Grandpa? I honestly felt like I had been to church and your father and I hated to leave. I believe that Darrell would have played for us as long as we were there.
I hope that Sarina Klaver gets to this comment.