Eve of Holy Trinity

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There we go, both without comment from me. My last blog entry surely had more than enough comment to last me a lifetime. However, if you read my blog you already know that it won't be long before I'm on some kind of rant, again.

When I worked professionally as a church musician, I always looked forward to Trinity Sunday, because it meant the church year had officially ended, and I could do away with the choir for the summer. And oh, what joy, to think of an entire summer without choir practice. It wasn't that I hated my choir, it's just that in small churches you are seldom blessed with even one good voice, much less 20 good voices. And the church I worked for didn't have the kind of money it takes to hire 20 really good singers.

It was an Episcopal Church, and the Book of Common Prayer allowed 24 occasions for singing during the Eucharist. We sang in 18 of those 24 places. The congregation began to sing too, because some things I would not change for months at a time until they learned it. Then I began to pull in some of the more contemporary music, trying to help them find a congregational identity.

One such pieces was the hymn, "I Am the Bread of Life." I liked you to that site because it has not only the tune, but the words as well. I did my best to turn that simple little piece into a anthem of identity for the church I worked for.