Matins, Sung

At the tail end of this morning's Men's Group Breakfast (served up as usual by our great chef and lawyer Gordon -- the latter position has no connection with the former description, I promise), a couple of the group confronted Fr. Daniel face-to-face in the parking lot with the totally all-important question: "Fr. Canticle, why are we not singing more of Morning Prayer?!?!" (Fr. Canticle... will have to remember that one!)

For at least some of us this is a practice we remember from Way Back, complicated by the fact that we didn't all sing the same settings.

Fr. Daniel seemed delighted, and I agree. More song is GOOD; if anything (my personal opinion), we've gone a bit backward lately. Don't know why.

Whatever we do, it will never be as "bad" as a former church choir I knew who rightfully called themselves "A Joyful Noise." They were awful and knew it, but we knew their heart and that made all the difference; we loved them. I'd rather have "A Joyful Noise" than a budget-draining professional choir.

Though if I can't get my voice beyond today's croak, I'm out of our prospective choir.