Sunday, March 31, 2013
An Easter Memory
Although this photo was taken in the fall, a sunrise seems appropriate for Easter Sunday. In his younger days, my father would sometimes (maybe often, for all I know) would head to Mount Royal in Montreal for an Easter Sunrise service commemorating the resurrection. He told us how cold some of those mornings were. Even in my religious days, I never made it a such a service, but I don't think they were quite as popular in my day.
Forty-five years ago, however, I was involved in my own, unique Easter experience. I was at university but came home most weekends, and the church choir, to which I had once belonged, asked me to be the narrator for their Easter Cantata. The choir and I would take turns. I would narrate some of the Easter story and the choir would then perform an appropriate song. And so on ... until the resurrection.
It was quite a large church for its time although certainly not like a modern, mega church, but I don't recall being at all nervous, and, all in all, it was an interesting experience. Early on in the performance, I remember lifting my voice much more than I had in the two rehearsals by putting much more expression and enthusiasm into my narration. I guess that's what performers do.
I don't remember anyone telling me that I did a good job, so I suppose that I didn't, but it sure felt different from the rehearsals, and it is a bit of a pleasant memory.
Here is another sunrise. Both are from the cottage which we visit from time to time.