Tonight we had our first choir concert of the semester. I absolutely adore choir, let me tell you. :) It's always my favorite part of the day. I just want to reflect a little bit on some words Dr. K shared with all the choirs prior to going onstage tonight. As he nears the end of his career at Dordt, he is enjoying every last rehearsal and every last concert. He encouraged us to do the same. When he talks to graduated students who had once been part of his choir program, they tell him again and again to make us aware that we need to enjoy every moment we have here in Dordt’s choirs.
Dr. K made a comment tonight that really hit me, and I think will remain will me for the remainder of my time here. Paraphrased:
After we graduate college, we may be able to sing in a great choir. We may be able to be with people who share the same convictions and faith as us. But there is a chance we will never be able to do both at the same time again.
Wow. Just another reason why I love Dordt. I’ll admit I’ve taken it for granted all year long. Not only do we have a stellar music program that has already developed me as a singer, but it is absolutely faith-based education. I definitely have always known this was true, but I do not appreciate it enough. From here on out, I am going to try to take every class rehearsal, every minute in a practice room, and every concert, and enjoy them all because I am not sure the next time I will be able to sing in a choir program this amazing with people who hold the same beliefs as I do.
I would like to share with you the lyrics to our closing song-our closing prayer-tonight.
God of grace and God of laughter,
singing worlds from nought to be
sun and stars and all thereafter
joined in cosmic harmony;
give us songs of joy and wonder,
music making hearts rejoice;
let our praises swell like thunder,
echoing our Maker’s voice.
When our lives are torn by sadness,
heal our wounds discordant madness,
help us find a measured calm.
Steady us with music’s anchor
when the storms of life increase;
in the midst of ranchor,
make us instruments of peace.
Turn our sighing into singing;
music born of hope restored;
set our souls and voices ringing,
tune our hearts in true accord:
till we form a mighty chorus
joining angel choirs above,
with all those who went before us,
in eternal hymns of love.
Soli deo gloria.