Today is the day the choir will sing our Christmas cantata. People are a bit nervous. Despite our extra rehearsal, they have that that "if only we had one or two more rehearsals, we would know it better" feeling. I often have felt that way when I was singing with a choir. You never think you have had enough time with the music - unless its something you have sung repeatedly in the past. And it has been some number of years since the choir has done this cantata.
The whole service revolves around hearing what they angels were singing about. We bookend our cantata with Hark the Herald Angels Sing and Angels We Have Heard On High. A sort of 'listen up' then 'did you hear?' The cantata went very well, especially the men's piece. Lots of congregation members told me they truly enjoyed it, and that it sent shivers down their spines. I think the choir is relieved that it is over.
Truly, the best part for me is that this music is whirling around inside, lifting up my spirits and bringing joy. I think it will stay with me for some time.
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