For the third time now, we pulled together all the chant choirs from the parishes in Fort Collins to do a single Mass.  Or in this case, two: one at my home parish, and one next Sunday at the most traditional church building in town.

I’m glad that this one wasn’t the first time we got together, because it was just crazy.  Just to give you a feel for it, the planning was again done by three directors, and we never actually got together and met.  On top of that, we had four practices, and never had more than one of the directors at each.

I felt particularly bad, because I didn’t attend any of the practices myself, having been waylaid in London last week due to the volcano.

But with God’s grace, it came together this morning.  Not perfect by any means, but God doesn’t demand perfection.  He just wants to give all for His worship and glory.

My deep thanks go out to all the singers this morning, who especially showed grace and enthusiasm despite some big-time chaos.  And I know we’re all looking forward to next week, when we have the chance to sing in a wonderfully resonant space.  I think that will blow a lot of people away who haven’t had the chance to sing that way before.