Showing posts with label robes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label robes. Show all posts
Sunday, October 12, 2008
choir on steps again
Here's the choir this morning--first singing the anthem, "Take time to be holy." We stayed on the steps for the hymn, "Listen, God is calling." Then a close-up. A few persons have asked me about when the choir will wear robes again. The schedule has us doing it in November. But if there is interest maybe we should do it before then. Four persons are singing with the choir this fall who didn't sing last year--Kara, Ned, Lia, and
Danielle. I'm so grateful for them. (Pic by Julia).


Tuesday, December 18, 2007
To process or not to process
One of those existential questions is facing me down. I'd like to duck. Does the choir process during the entrance hymn, "O Come All Ye Faithful"?
In a large church with a not immutable tradition of ceremony, one voice says why march in in robes. Another voice says why not?
I'm going to say, Yeah, we process. My choir is loaded with germs of inspiration and I want them to infect the whole worship space. I want them to stop in dead center of the aisle and sing their voices and hearts out on "sing choir of angels, sing in exaltation, sing all ye citizens..."
The choir is the leader of the song of worship. What better place to lead than from center-center, right in the heart. I want the organ to cut back on that 3rd verse and make the rafters ring with human spirit air.
In a large church with a not immutable tradition of ceremony, one voice says why march in in robes. Another voice says why not?
I'm going to say, Yeah, we process. My choir is loaded with germs of inspiration and I want them to infect the whole worship space. I want them to stop in dead center of the aisle and sing their voices and hearts out on "sing choir of angels, sing in exaltation, sing all ye citizens..."
The choir is the leader of the song of worship. What better place to lead than from center-center, right in the heart. I want the organ to cut back on that 3rd verse and make the rafters ring with human spirit air.
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