Oh, boy. At the early Mass today at Parish A, got both a winner of a song and shanghaied into singing it.
The long term choir director, who is a very nice guy and a good musician, in whose choirs I and my kids used to sing years ago, saw me in the pews and collared me to help him lead the singing – he had issues with his voice (cold?) and had only one other person in his choir show up, and I’m loud and can read music, So –
I’m standing at his side at a lectern very purposely set so that one’s back is directly to the tabernacle, singing this beauty:
What Is This Place
- What is this place where we are meeting? Only a house, the earth its floor.
Walls and a roof sheltering people, windows for light, an open door.
Yet it becomes a body that lives when we are gathered here, and know our God is near.
- Words from afar, stars that are falling, sparks that are sown in us like seed:
names for our God, dreams, signs and wonders sent from the past are all we need.
We in this place remember and speak again what we have heard:
God’s free redeeming word.
- And we accept bread at this table, broken and shared, a living sign.
Here in this world, dying and living, we are each other’s bread and wine.
This is the place where we can receive what we need to increase:
our justice and God’s peace.
By some act of divine mercy, I have for nigh these many years been spared this, this *thing*. Let’s dig in: