About time. The internet here is quickly becoming one of my least favorite things. SIGH, but really all the things I have to say are good.
I went to a barbershop chorus rehearsal today, it was about an hour and a half of singing fun songs with a room of mostly elderly gentlemen. Everyone was really nice and as I walked in there were several moments in which I suspected that I had wandered into some kind of fictional story. Honestly. I don’t think I’ve been around that many lively older folks before. Some of them have been singing in the chorus for 50 years. Wow. I hope I’m doing that when I’m 85. We sang Christmas songs and I found myself able to give a pronunciation note on Jose Feliciano’s “Feliz Navidad.” Look at that.
The director of the choir is from Alberta. I don’t know what it is about Canadian women from Alberta, but I declare that they have one of the most attractive accents I know and for some reason they are all pretty. She was no different. Canada, can you explain how it is that this is the case? Should I just move to Alberta? I mean really…it seems to be that might be a great idea aside from the heaps of snow y’all get…
Immediately after arriving I decided that I’d be back. Not just because she’s the director, but more because I really enjoy singing. There was this one time I was talking to my friend Dan about one of the things I loved about choir. In reflecting I noted that choir is one of the places where everyone is different and that’s a good thing. You need people to have different voices to hit all the notes. A choir without basses would be lame, same as a choir without tenors. When everyone sings together you get something that is beyond the scope of any single singer to produce. If you’ve heard quality choral music you know how world-shatteringly good it can be.
I submit that this is a great allegory for the church. We all have different gifts to be used for the glory of God, but put all those gifts together under the direction of someone (in this case the Holy Spirit, not an attractive woman from Alberta) and it becomes something more than any of us could have hoped. Some of us can sing multiple parts, but for most of us there is a place that our gifts fit best in the chorus of the Lord and singing our part is what we’re to be about.
That might have been cheesy, but Paul talks about it as being parts of the body of Christ. Perhaps it could be equally well thought of as the harmony of Christ too?
In any case, I’m in a barbershop chorus. I’ll be back there next week.
I drove down from Bellingham this morning. Thanksgiving was a really good time to relax at home. I have some wonderful parents.
On my return however the grey reality of job hunting hit me. I dislike this process. Actively. If you think about it, I would love your prayers. I need to learn to trust God with this. It is a challenge….maybe a trip to Alberta would help…