|A Prayer Diary||
Today I attended the memorial service for a dear friend at my church. Jean passed away at age 93, but she was watching and singing with us. It started this morning when one of her daughters, looking down onto the parking lot of her hotel, saw a gold charm in the shape of a heart with ‘Mom’ written on it. It continued as the choir sang Sanctus from Charles Gounod’s “St. Cecilia Mass’. Once again we were reminded that God is love, and God is all around us, to be seen and heard.
When I attend a concert, I create the excellent possibility that I can get out of my head and into my heart. Yesterday I attended the Concord Chorus Concert featuring a healthy dose of Handel, along with “Dona nobis pacem” by Peteris Vasks, and some guitar pieces by my friend Dave McLellan. I went with my friend Cheryl and as we drove over we both agreed that we were pretty wound up. After the concert, our mind/body/spirit was calm.
Today that unwinding happened again, this time at the Annual Messiah Sing at my church. What a musical weekend. I should be set for the week.
Yesterday a writer friend came for tea. We had a marvelous, conversation about life and about our writing. I was totally energized, but then, by 7, I felt incredibly sleepy. I couldn’t keep my eyes open to read, and yet it was too early to go to bed. I also felt very content and complete, and so I lit the candle my friend had given me, and sat in the chaise on ‘the deck’, listening to Sacred Space Music by Constance Demby. I usually keep the cottage silent, but last evening God seemed very present in the music.
Hallelujah. I just participated in the 39th Messiah Sing at Memorial Congregation Church. I’ve been doing this for the past fifteen or so years. Perhaps next year you will join us. It’s not about having a good voice, but about loving music and the experiencing the joy of singing with others.
A special Hallelujah goes to soloist Alison McLellan who grew up in our church. She was awesome, and by that I mean, filled with awe.