Sunday, December 12, 2004
Children's Choir
In other news, I'm still going to the church that I feel the most fed which is a 50 mile round trip. Since the original pastor has moved on though, I feel less fed by the humor and milk sermons that I've seen lately. [sigh]
Anyway, this morning we were treated by about 50 small children all walking in formation up to the stage where they attempted to stand still under the direction of the poor woman whose job it is to herd this flock. There they all were. Children anywhere from 3 years old to maybe 12 or 13. The associate pastor was introducing them as they squimed and waved to their Moms and Dads in the audience. Some of them were looking at the ceiling or the floor or whatever moth caught their eye.
Pastor finished his spiel and the crackling voice 50 strong broke out. "Silent night - holy night." I lost it. I just completely lost it. A lump formed in my throat and my eyes began to water up. I was quickly losing my composure, but I'm not sure if anyone noticed. There was just something about the innocence and willingness of those little voices to sing their hearts out for their Moms and Dads who sat silently in the glow of their camcorders that struck me as wonderful.
Anyway, it was nice to see normal families doing what normal families do. Sure, they could be dysfunctional in one way or another, but this morning, they were all in a Norman Rockwell picture.
Anyway, this morning we were treated by about 50 small children all walking in formation up to the stage where they attempted to stand still under the direction of the poor woman whose job it is to herd this flock. There they all were. Children anywhere from 3 years old to maybe 12 or 13. The associate pastor was introducing them as they squimed and waved to their Moms and Dads in the audience. Some of them were looking at the ceiling or the floor or whatever moth caught their eye.
Pastor finished his spiel and the crackling voice 50 strong broke out. "Silent night - holy night." I lost it. I just completely lost it. A lump formed in my throat and my eyes began to water up. I was quickly losing my composure, but I'm not sure if anyone noticed. There was just something about the innocence and willingness of those little voices to sing their hearts out for their Moms and Dads who sat silently in the glow of their camcorders that struck me as wonderful.
Anyway, it was nice to see normal families doing what normal families do. Sure, they could be dysfunctional in one way or another, but this morning, they were all in a Norman Rockwell picture.
