As you may recall, I’ve been dreaming about choir for a few months. Not a choir I was actually in, but one I kept chasing around a building trying to join for a service. Last night it took a new twist.
I was sitting in basement lounge space with a bunch of other people I didn’t know, all of us in street clothes and not robes, when we were called to come up to the church. When we got there, it was all wrong – and we were seated in the front pews instead of the choir loft. We started singing “Christ is Made the Sure Foundation” in four part harmony with descants and someone led us out the side door and down the street to the corner of some downtown city that I think was Philadelphia. We turned the corner and kept singing, and on the next corner found another stone church and entered through the side door.
This church was Trinity Church in Boston. I recognized it. We were still singing as we started processing into the choir loft except there was already a choir there and they were singing in German. A be-whiskered clergyman stopped the music and said in a very strongly accented voice, “There are 3,600 people outside and we must make room for them all. You can stay if you can sing what we’re singing.” And so somehow we all fit into the loft and the wonderful space behind the altar, all singing something in German that was probably Bach, and we had robes on.
I know this came from watching the live-stream of Brian Jones’ memorial service last weekend, when 85 choir members from Brian’s years at Trinity came together to sing and remember and honor him. The loft couldn’t hold that many so they ranged out around the space behind the altar. They sang that hymn, with descants, and I was home.
Maybe this will be the last of the choir dreams. It was a doozy.