Yesterday was the first day of choir term and it was great to have them back.
Who would have guessed that I would get so much nourishment from Evensong? I certainly wouldn’t have done before coming here. No doubt it helps to be singing it with Scotland’s premier church choir but even during the summer when the choir has been on holiday, it has been lovely too.
Quite an adrenelin rush singing the Barry Rose responses. Not straightforward at all.
The results of the Word of the Week award for last night’s service are as follows:
In third place, groaning. This is the first time that a spoken word has made it to the short list and it appeared at the beginning of one of the lessons.
In second place was the word peradventure. However, that is because of the internal delights of the word rather than the way in which it was sung.
A clear first place goes to the word butter, noting the delicious smoothness with which it was sung by the choir in the following verse in Psalm 55:
The words of his mouth were softer than butter, having war in his heart :
his words were smoother than oil, and yet be they very swords.
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