Monday, June 26, 2023

Singing in the Choir

As the time of retirement approaches, I hope you won’t mind too much if I share some reflections on things that have been important in my life. 

 
They say as you age you tend to look back on things that have been important to you.  One of mine is music.  I guess you could say my “musical career” began when I’d be swinging in the back yard and singing whatever came out!  Then there were Church choir and school choir through high school, with the opportunity to go to two State Music Camps at Massanetta Springs, and to be brave enough to sing a solo in front of your peers on what today would be called “open mike” night.  And, it’s always knee-knocking to have your high school friend who was to sing the two verses of “O Holy Night” as a solo tell you as the choir entered the school stage that he couldn’t do it and he had told the director I would!!!  There were words to cover all the notes, maybe just not those written originally!
 
In college I sang in the Men’s Glee Club for four years.  Many a Friday afternoon in the spring we would board a bus and head to the then all girls’ colleges around the state to either sing with them or to sing for them.   We even got to sing at the 1965 New York City World’s Fair.  To this day, “It’s a Small World” from Disney (one of the featured rides that year) is not one of my favorite songs!   And singing outside while numerous jets are flying in and out of the New York’s various airports can be challenging.
 
My Junior and Senior years I was also in the College Choir.  One year all of the college choirs in Richmond joined on the stage of the Mosque to sing Carmina Burana with a full orchestra; and at UR, we did the Bach “B-Minor Mass” that year also.
 
While teaching in Sussex County my first year out of college, I was often invited to sing at the churches of some of my students.   I often joined the church choir across from where I lived if I didn’t go home to Richmond for the weekend.
 
Then came the “letter from the President of the United States” indicating that I was being drafted and my choice was to enlist in the Navy rather than possibly being an infantryman in Vietnam.  At Great Lakes Boot Camp, I auditioned and was accepted in the Blue Jacket Choir and had the opportunity to be the soloist at one of the base chapels on Sunday mornings.  In Vietnam, the senior chaplain formed a choir of members from all of the military units in the area.  We did two cantatas, one at Christmas and the other at Easter, parts of which we filmed for broadcast to the troops.  I also had the “privilege” of being the chaplain’s organist – if you can call a field organ an organ!!  You need hands, feet, and knees to make the thing work!
 
While stationed in New London, Connecticut, I had the opportunity to join a group that did informal presentations of Gilbert and Sullivan.  When moving to the Bureau of Naval Personnel in Arlington, Virginia, for my last duty station, I decided to go to a Methodist Church one Sunday morning rather than make the usual weekend trip to Richmond.  That led to a year in the choir there with the opportunity to do the bass solos in an oratorio that featured cast members from Leonard Bernstein’s “Mass” and symphony members from the Washington Symphony – flattered but scared to death!!!
 
Since coming to Newport News fifty-one years ago, I have sung with three church choirs: Trinity Methodist in downtown Newport News, St. John’s in Hampton and St. Andrew’s -- oh, and a brief six weeks at Hilton Presbyterian.   For a number of years, I was in the Virginia Choral Society, where I also served as president during the time we were looking for a new director – who turned out to be Michael Cooley.  I also sang with Michael at St. Andrew’s for a six-week period one Easter before going to St. John’s, where I was offered a bit of money to sing in the choir!
 
Hopefully, many of you remember the fun and sometimes crazy evenings the St. Andrew’s Choir provided to both our parishioners in the parish hall and residential homes throughout the area!  We’d sing a little, dance a little (some were directionally challenged!), and sing a little more.  Through the years we have joined with the choirs of Trinity Lutheran, St. John’s, St. Augustine’s, and First Methodist to do programs together.  The choir has been and still is a family. 
 
To those who are younger, I can only wish that you find something that brings joy, contentment, a little excitement from time to time, and love to your life.  Introverted or extroverted, take a risk, say a prayer, jump in, and enjoy whatever it may be and wherever it may take you.  My one musical regret – I’ve always wanted to direct a symphony orchestra!!
 
-Bill Wilds

Thursday, June 15, 2023

Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life

On one of my first Sundays at St. Andrew’s we sang Hymn 382: King of Glory, King of Peace. It’s a lesser-known hymn so I was pleasantly surprised to hear the congregation sing out so boldly. I knew I was in the right place when my new congregation knew one of my favorite hymns so well.

 
The text of “King of Glory, King of Peace” is by George Herbert, who is one of my favorite poets. The other of Herbert’s poems that made it into our hymnal is 487, “Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life,” with music by Ralph Vaughan Williams. It was the offertory anthem last Sunday.  Here is the full text.

Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life:
such a way as gives us breath;
such a truth as ends all strife;
such a life as killeth death.
 
Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength:
Such a light as shows a feast;
such a feast as mends in length;
such a strength as makes his guest.
 
Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart:
such a joy as none can move;
such a love as none can part;
such a heart as joys in love.
 
- Ginny Chilton, Minister of Music

Monday, June 12, 2023

Walking and Prayer

As I prepare for my 500-mile hike in Spain this coming fall, I am following a 6-month training calendar that has me steadily increasing my walking.  I’m in the middle of month three, when I’m supposed to walk 60 minutes at least 4 times a week.  My favorite local place to walk is the Mariners’ Park.  I am so grateful for the beautiful, well-kept Noland trail!  I’ve been working to increase my walking pace, and I now pretty consistently clock in at 83 minutes—which comes out to 16.6 minutes per mile.  (I missed out on about a week and a half of exercise because of my bout with Covid, but otherwise I’ve been keeping up pretty well.)
 
While I walk the Noland Trail, I pray.  I carry a set of Anglican prayer beads, which are similar to a Roman Catholic rosary.  I find them a really helpful devotional tool.  Anglican prayer beads are composed of a cross, 28 small beads (divided into 4 groups of 7 beads), and 5 or more large beads.  Beginning with the cross, I work my way around the rosary over and over again as I walk, beginning with several set routines of prayer and then switching to prayers that seem most appropriate for a given day.
 
I pray the Lord’s prayer while holding the cross.  During the first half of my walk, at each small bead, I pray the Jesus prayer:  Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the living God, have mercy on me, a sinner.  And at each large bead, I pray the Trisagion:  Holy God, Holy and Mighty, Holy Immortal One, have mercy upon us.  As I pray those rote prayers over and over, it somehow allows my spirit space to breathe and soar. 
 
Then, when I get to the 2.5 mile mark, I switch to prayers related to St. Andrew’s Sacred Direction Task Force.  At the large beads I pray:  Guide us, O thou Great Jehovah; and at the small beads I pray:  Help me to trust; help me to listen; help me to heed.  About a mile later, I change the focus to my role as rector of St. Andrew’s, praying at the small beads:  Help me to follow; help me to lead; and at the large beads:  Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.  Finally, when I have about half a mile left to hike, I finger through the beads as I pray about the people, meetings, and events that are on my calendar for the day.
 
What a blessing it is to be able to combine walking and prayer.  I’m grateful that there are so many ways to pray and that God graciously shows up for us, honoring whatever shape our prayer may take.  Whatever your current prayer practice is, I pray that it may draw you ever deeper into relationship with the God who created and adores you.  Please keep me in your prayers; and know that you are in mine.
 
Every blessing.  -Anne

Monday, June 5, 2023

Joshua 24:15

 "...as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord." 

I'm just going to say it: There is a rising tide of hate in our country, creating a rip current of dehumanization and violence, and often in the name of God.  Christians have one job - one job - and that is to love.  I'll quote Bishop Curry again: If it's not about love, it's not about God.  And I'll say this again, too: you cannot dehumanize someone (made in the image of God) and claim Christlike love at the same time.

In this current era of seismic cultural shift and the process of assessment that our Sacred Direction Task Force and Vestry are currently walking through, Joshua's (24:15) imperative holds as true today as it did when it was written probably somewhere in the thirteenth century, maybe even more so, given today's rising tide: Who will you choose to be?  Choose this day who you will serve.  As American citizens, as people who claim the Christian faith, as Episcopalians, as members of St. Andrew's, who will we choose to be?  Echoing Joshua: As for me and this St. Andrew's household, we will choose love; we will serve the Lord.

--Marc