This afternoon marked my favorite yearly children’s choir rehearsal.
Not because the Schola Cantorum just returned from their annual trip to Concordia Theological Seminary where they blew the roof off Kramer chapel with a splendid Trinitarian descant, a reformation era hymn setting, and rock-solid chanting.
Not because they were still bubbling with excitement and couldn’t wait to both tell their younger vocal counterparts of the joys that await them on future trips to Fort Wayne, and demonstrate the music they accomplished in just two rehearsals.
Not because they moaned in disappointment when they found out it was time to hand in their music and that they couldn’t take it home as a souvenir.
Not because they were shocked to find out that not everyone has been singing Luther’s creedal hymn “We All Believe in One True God” by heart since birth.
Not because they got to see the OSLC funeral pall for the first time and immediately made the connection between it and the robe of righteousness we receive in our Baptism.
Not because they immediately glommed on to “Preach You the Word” and connected the text to their sneak peak of the amazing Sower Triptych by Edward Riojas to be dedicated at the seminary tomorrow.
And not because when I told them they were a Liturgical Choir they innocently asked, “What other kind of choir could there be?
Don’t get me wrong, all these things were great. But the real reason this time of year is my favorite is because I sent these young choristers home knowing that sooner or later they’ll have a conversation with their parents that will, I imagine, go something like this:
Parent: (Sweating profusely) Beloved Jr. High offspring of mine, do you have any questions about sex?
Schola Cantorum Member: No, Dad/Mom.
Parent: (somewhat relieved, but bewildered) Really? No questions at all?
Schola Cantorum Member: Nope, Mrs. Roberts explained it all.
Parent: (with understandable anxiety) Mrs. Roberts? Your choir director? What exactly did she tell you?
Schola Cantorum Member: That it’s roughly 60 days before Easter.
Yes, today was the rehearsal where I handed out propers for Sexagesima.
Pre-lent. It will humble you every time.