But when you pray, go to your private room and, when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in that secret place, and your Father who sees all that is done in secret will reward you. Mt 6:6
I slid into the pew at my old parish church, choosing to sit where mom and dad had in the latter years their life. Looking over the sparse congregation, I smiled realizing that I had become one of the "gray-hairs," a euphemism we had used as teenagers to indicate the preponderance of older people in the church.
When Mass began, I looked to discover who was responsible for the emotive singing and powerful notes pouring from the piano. After Mass I learned he is a student soon entering law school.
"He is wonderful," my old friend said. "He is looking at different schools and will probably go where he gets the most financial aid. We want to keep him here, though. He is the choir director now..."
For the parish's sake, I hope a local university makes him an offer he can't refuse. The hymns he chose were familiar and I enjoyed the feeling of pushing strong, clear notes out from my heart. Most of the people were timid when it came to singing, but that didn't stop me. I belted out the notes, hanging them in the air with abandon. Read More