Sunday was a tough day. We were up early to get the house closed up and the suitcases loaded so that we could be at church in time for choir practice. Vicki, our director, pulled out all the stops on the music she selected for the choir. Each of the pieces were selected for the messages they had and because we have sung them in the very recent past. It seems that Vicki could give you a detailed account of the stain glass windows that were behind me because her selection of music and the choirs beautiful singing made me cry during most of the two hours were were together and she could not look at me and not join me in my tears. Sometimes when you sing with a group things just click and the result is beautiful music and that is what happened on our last Sunday with the choir until May. The organ had been repaired and we were all ready to sing. St Augustine is said to have said that when we sing we pray twice. Our choir sang their hearts out and I cannot begin to tell you what the morning meant to Don and I. We all gathered together for lunch after Mass and that was a great way to start our adventure.
The previous Sunday Vicki's husband Earl took a photo of the choir after Mass and on our last Sunday they presented a framed and beautifully matted copy of that photo with this caption below it "The Best Things in Life Are Not Things". The best things in life are the friends and family who gather around you to support you when times are good and when they are not so good. Thank your choir for your loving gift of music. We will carry you close to us as we wear the crosses you also gave to us. Keep us in your prayers and your music.
The Best Things in Life Are Not Things!
