Friday, February 1, 2008

Weekend residential

I blame Taverner!

Lament for Jerusalem. I hate it.

Today I have no voice. That's what singing Tenor does to a Baritone in a piece with four tenor parts and not enough tenors. I am a baritone on loan. Now I am a voiceless-fourth-tenor-baritone-on-loan.

I have also twisted my back by doing something as reckless as leaning into a cupboard.

So, to recap: I can hardly speak and I can hardly walk.

This evening begins a college weekend on preaching, music in the liturgy and liturgical dance. I am also down to lead two services.

God has a sense of humour.

(I lied about the liturgical dance, but I can never watch it without laughing out loud and being ejected by church wardens. So unseemly.)