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12/06/2004: "Oratorio Sunday"
Sunday was a very long day. I got to the church about seven in the morning, and it was well after nine in the evening when I got home. In between, two worship services, a luncheon for the visiting choir from Princeton Theological Seminary, making the setup for the luncheon disappear so the room could be used for the reception after the two musical services featuring the Oratorio choir. Increasing tension as the first performance approaches. Bell choir rehearsal, arrival of professional musicians. I help the harpist with her instrument cover and hand truck; she has a sick baby and a recording session in the morning. I go out the church door and step up to the curb as a van approaches. I look through the windshield and see an unguarded look on her face as she smiles and waves. The church is filled to capacity and the peformance is excellent. I talk to my dad and his wife after. The choir eat all the sandwiches. The second performance; I get to hold a tiny baby in the narthex. The congregation is much smaller,and the reception winds up quickly. I help the harpist get her instrument to the door. I turn off the last light. I liked that look. I liked that baby.
