There was a church once, and like many other similar Mennonite churches it was very proud of its music program. They organized a spring music festival with “Sing a Joyful Song” as the theme. It featured, among other things, Saturday workshops in four part singing, conducting and contemporary music integration. The festival was to culminate with a Sunday morning worship service where choirs would sing, the acoustics of the sanctuary would finally be showed off and the newly instructed congregation would then be more equipped than ever to make a joyful noise unto the Lord.
The festival of course took months to plan and all of the best musical minds of the congregation assembled to make it work. The most difficult decision was over who should be the song leader on that Sunday morning. After all, the congregation would be larger and louder that morning and a new song or two should be introduced, so a strong and steady voice was needed. After some deliberation, the committee chose Geoffrey a recent university graduate with a music degree. He had a good music pedigree, coming from a strong musical family, and he had received voice coaching for over ten years. Some on the committee also felt that it was good to highlight his youthful presence as a sign that their good musical heritage was being passed on to a new generation. After some prodding by his parents, Geoff agreed to lead the singing for that morning and started to practice the new songs.
By the time that Sunday morning arrived, Geoff knew the song flawlessly. He knew the tricky parts and knew exactly what needed to be pointed out to the congregation to guide them through it. The night before also, Geoff had been an active participant in the workshops and had stayed for the potluck supper. But something, probably some undercooked meat or fish product, wasn’t sitting right with his system. When his girlfriend Charlotte stopped in to pick him up for church, he was planted by the toilet bowl, clearly in no position to lead the singing later that morning. Had he been of sound body, he would have been happy to lead singing. If he had been of sound mind he probably would have thought of a music committee approved replacement song leader. Since his thoughts were only on his failing body Charlotte stepped up and made the decision for him.
She knew the new songs as well or better than anyone else at the church, she was not afraid of being in front of large groups and there was far too little time to get anyone else to replace Geoff, so of course she would be the song leader. She stayed with Geoff long enough to help him clean up a bit and to get some medicine and vital fluids accessible range to him, and then she had to leave. The phone was already ringing when she left his apartment, but answering it would make her late for church and Geoff had no energy to pick it up either. On her way into the sanctuary of the church Charlotte was met by more than one person wanting to know where Geoff was. It was unclear which news was more upsetting, that he was violently ill, or that Charlotte would be his replacement.
People loved Charlotte, even people on the worship committee, but music was not her strong point. Sure she had lead singing before, but only because she had been willing while others had not. She met up with the pastor and worship leader in time to join them on the front pew. During the call to worship and words of greeting, there were a few people asking around if perhaps someone else could fill in for Geoff, and even though nobody knew the new song somebody was still appointed to replace her. But before the more professional style song leader could get to Charlotte, she had already been called up to lead the first hymn and since she was already on the stage, it wasn’t worth the embarrassment of interrupting her there.
As the service progressed, the Worship Committee veterans could only look on in disbelief. Charlotte was inviting the children to shake keys and whack hymnals as percussion instruments, she was rarely in perfect sync with the pianist, she laughed at her own mistakes and giggled when the congregation made mistakes. Most song leaders here would simply stand in silence to revel in the harmonies of a well sung hymn, but Charlotte vocalized her admiration. She had utterly ruined their festival.
Old Mrs. Miller summed up well the thoughts of the entire committee when she said, “How were we supposed to sing with joy with all her carrying on, noise making, giggling, and laughing?” The question remained though in their minds, next year will there still be the workshops, will they still try to teach new songs, will they be able to sing with joy?
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