Lesson 288: Precious Lord

Army of Tennessee Chaplain David Chaltas

 

 

PRECIOUS LORD

 

On occasion a man is born destined to fulfill his destiny.  Even when life seems to have dealt a fatal blow, you are rejected by others and you doubt yourself, the spirit somehow triumphs.  This is the saga on one man’s tribulation and triumph. 

 

Thomas A. Dorsey, better known as ‘Georgia or Georgia Tom’ was born on July 1, 1899, at Willa Rica (Carrroll County) Georgia.   He was the son of Thomas Madison Dorsey and Etta Plant Spencer Dorsey.  He had three siblings.  He was blessed with a family of faith and the father traveled exercising his faith in several southern states with his wife being an organist and choir singer.  Georgia grew up within this church environment. 

 

Because money was tight, young Dorsey was expected to work around different towns to help pay the family expenses.   One of the jobs he landed helped mold him into a blues singer and then later as a gospel music composer.  While living in Atlanta, Georgia got a job at the famed 81 Theater selling concessions.  There he was exposed to the black entertainers of the day and he having been taught the rudiments of music by his dear mother, learned to play piano proficiently.  He also learned how to read music.  He began playing his music under the name of ‘Barrelhouse’ Tommy.

 

After years of hard work, Georgia came into his own as a singer, composer and arranger.  He began touring with a five piece band known as the Wild Cats Jazz Band.  As his reputation as a blues player grew, doors were opened to him, as he played with more bands.  Yet there was a longing in his heart for his musical roots.  Gospel music called.   One night he noticed a tremor in his hand and felt a breakdown coming.  It lasted for two years.

 

In 1925 he married Nellie Harper.  They were happily married and during times of inspiration, he once again penned classic gospel songs.  A pivotal point came in his life in August of 1932.  During childbirth, his wife died while delivering their first child.  A day later the infant passed away.  Upon hearing the news in St Louis where he was performing, Dorsey plummeted into a deep depression and returned to his family for consoling.  The following words are attributed to Thomas Dorsey:

 

“The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me to sing again and again.  When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran up with a Western Union telegram.  I ripped open the envelope.  Pasted on the yellow sheet were the words: YOUR WIFE JUST DIED.  People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could hardly keep from crying out.  I rushed to a phone and called home.  All I could hear on the other end was 'Nettie is dead.  Nettie is dead.'


“When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy.  I swung between grief and joy.  Yet that same night, the baby died.  I buried Nettie and our little boy together, in the same casket. Then I fell apart.


“For days I closeted myself.  I felt that God had done me an injustice.  I didn't want to serve Him anymore or write gospel songs.  I just wanted to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well. But then, as I hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis. Something kept telling me to stay with Nettie. Was that something God? Oh, if I had paid more attention to Him that day, I would have stayed and been with Nettie when she died.


“From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him. But still I was lost in grief. Everyone was kind to me, especially one friend. The following Saturday evening he took me up to Maloney's Poro College, a neighborhood music school. It was quiet; the late evening sun crept through the curtained windows.


“I sat down at the piano, and my hands began to browse over the keys. Something happened to me then. I felt at peace. I felt as though I could reach out and touch God. I found myself playing a melody, once into my head they just seemed to fall into place: 'Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn, through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light, take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.'


“The Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my spirit. I learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest, and when we are most open to His restoring power.  And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that day comes when He will take me and gently lead me home.’ 
In 1939, he partnered with the legendary Mahalia Jackson and a new era in music was born.  It was called the golden age of Gospel Music.  Dorsey became known as the father of gospel music.  He continued his legacy until in 1993 his Precious Lord took his hand and led him home.”  During his life time he wrote over 400 gospel songs including Peace in the Valley. What a tribute to his God, wife, son and family.  

 

Friend, have you ever experienced despair and unimaginable grief?  Have you felt your world turn upside down and you didn’t know what direction to take?  Has your faith ever been tested and shaken?  You are not alone dear heart.  All of us have experienced the sting of the wasp, yet from the experience we become stronger and a better person.  God will not forsake us.  God promises us abundance but never has he stated that we would not have trials and even tribulations in our life.  Such is the testing of the metal by fire.  Daniel 6:16 states glorious news:

 

"Thy God whom thou servest continually, he will deliver thee".  I Corinthians 10:13 offers us hope in the promise in the fulfillment of our destiny. No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.” II Corinthians 12:9 again testifies to the truth of God’s promise: But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.”  Remember He will pull you through anything if we lean on Him in faith.  He will lead you home.  Remembering the promises of my Precious Lord, I remain the old general

 

Sources

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_A._Dorsey

http://www.pbs.org/thisfarbyfaith/people/thomas_dorsey.html