Sunday, April 20, 2008

Joyce a Choir Director

Saying for the Day- It's not how much talent you have but how you use it that counts.

Today at St. Mark’s we are going to sing “ On Eagle’s Wings”. To most of the congregation it will be just another hymn but for me it will flood my mined with memories of United Lutheran and a choir director named Joyce. It was and probably still is one of her favorite songs.
Joyce was our backup choir director. If we couldn’t find anybody else she would direct. She didn’t want to. She didn’t feel adequate for the job but she did it.
We had other choir directors. There was the one that wanted to sing “ Ave Maria” on Reformation Sunday and caused a revolt in the choir
There was the French teacher that if she had worn skirts any shorter we would have been raided.
They came and went. But in between and after there was Joyce..
Joyce was a very sharp lady. You don’t get to be bank President in a man’s world if your not sharp. But she always felt inadequate to the job. I could count on her being in my office every Spring and telling me that next Fall we had to get a new director. Somebody who could do a better job.
But if we didn’t find one she was there. Joyce was the best Choir Director we had over those thirty five years because under her leadership the choir did not perform it worshipped and added to the worship. She understood the task of the choir. It lead the liturgy. It lifted the singing of the hymns. It praised God.
Other directors worked at perfection. Other directors worked at getting things right. Other directors missed the whole point of the Church choir.
It is Sunday. We will sing “ On Eagle’s Wings” and I will remember Joyce.

#### News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal. People were disappointed last night the town dragon just flew up and down the main street. They expected a little more.
Joseph Becan was found this morning. He was coming out of the woods at the foot of Mt. Hillary. He had one wild story to tell. It seems he got lost and then found this huge cave. In the cave were these great big leathery eggs. Two of them. Just after he left the cage Mt. Hillary did one of its famous shifts. The ground moved and he found himself lost. He didn’t know where he was yet alone were the cave was. Nobody knows what kind of eggs those are. Our Department of Agriculture man said he never heard of eggs like that. There are Eagles nests up on Mt. Hillary but they don’t nest in caves. They might just have been big rocks that looked like eggs.
Now the rumor in town is that Mrs. Petrovich is going to have twins. It maybe that the Petrovich rumor has gotten mixed with the McGregor fact. One of the joys of small town life are the rumors.
Nancy says he heard from Fedia, who heard from Aliice, who heard from Anna, who heard from Dorthoy down at the lab that Petrovich was having twins.. You can’t get it anymore authentic than that now can you?

Today's Link-In Search of Isis- On trees and a book but not about trees.
It was a great day. Church went well. It was first Communion and there were six children receiving for the first time. We did sing "On Eagle's Wings" . After Church we came back to the house and Pat grilled. It was a very good meal. Pennie, Maggie, and Alex went to the dog park. My grandson used the saw he got for his birthday and started building a birdhouse. Then they all left. It is so quiet. Pennie, Betty and I played Canasta and I won. now I need a breathing treatment.

Pat on the grill.


Anonymous Noble Pig said...

As a child, attending Catholic church, On Eagle's Wing's was my favorite song. It's beautiful along with the harmony. Thanks for reminding me.

7:34 AM  
Blogger QUASAR9 said...

I know Dr John,
it can be a little disappointing for some when the dragon just decides to fly up and down the street on a Saturday night without any hell-raising,

but nowadays I rather have a peaceful night, rather than wake up to the wreckage caused to cars (wingmirrors et al) by the kids on alcopops, on our street.

8:29 AM  
Anonymous On a limb with Claudia said...

What a lovely tribute to a wonderful woman. Nice.

8:44 AM  
Blogger Janvangogh said...

Just catching up on Pigeon Falls news. Aha! What I suspected about Petrovich looks like it might be right!

10:20 AM  
Blogger dmarks said...

Took me about 2 minutes to remember it, but "On Eagle's Wings" is a good hymn.

As for the dragon deciding to fly or not, I can't help but remember this song, which is sort of by the Alan Parsons Project:------------

"In Parca Güell a dragon sleeps with eyes that watch the sea
And dreams of battles won and lost
And those as yet to be.
And all the bells of Christendom
Won't stop this reverie.
And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.
In Parca Güell an old man sits beneath a willow tree
And in the sand he writes the name of Antonio Gaudi.
And all the streets were paved with gold
And wine was flowing free.
And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.

Parca Güell, Parca Güell, Parca Güell, so beautiful to me.

In Parca Güel,l when mortal eyes
Are blinded by the night,
"The dragon wakes", the legend says,
"And dances till the light".
And though I roam the whole world through
And sail on every sea,
Eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.

Parca Güell, Parca Güell, Parca Güell, so beautiful to me.
Parca Güell, Parca Güell, Parca Güell, so beautiful to me.
In Parca Güell when lovers kiss
Beneath the willow tree
And if they choose the magic one,
Their love will always be.
And I have longed for such a love to worship endlessly.
But eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.

A face more beautiful to me, a face more beautiful to me.

And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.
And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.
And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me"


I like the part about the dragon. Yes, this is a real place with a dragon sculpture in it.

11:17 AM  
Blogger Cindy said...

I'm not familiar with the song,but I sure like the sounds of that Joyce.She sounds like the best choir director you could ask for.

12:05 PM  
Anonymous quilly said...

Poor OC signed up to be choir director at our church and he's lucky if he gets three people at practice. And those that do come, refuse to sing any song the church hasn't already worn out in it's 50 year history. They have a stack of 5 year old hymnals that have never been opened because, one lady explained, "There are songs in them that we don't know."

7:41 PM  
Blogger butterflies said...

After attending pentecostal churches (whom many have become TV churches..Life etc) I have gone back to my roots.the place where I grew up Methodist.
Today the chior..and the congregation sang,How great Thou Art..and All Things Bright and Beuatiful..I cried enormous fat tears down my cheeks but still managed every word.
The Metho's as Mum fondly calls them,still visit the sick,greet me at the door,add me to their email list and treat me as if Ive always been there.
Its as familiar to me as bread and butter pudding.
Some things are best left unchanged.
Breathe easy Dr John

7:51 PM  

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