When my life gets too crazy, I cue up a disc of acapella sacred choral pieces. I think about the building where the choir was singing them. I can hear their voices echo off the stone walls, walls that have been standing for hundreds upon hundreds of years.
I remember singing in some of those same buildings, ancient and filled with faith of millions of people. I recite the words as I have sung them.
As irony would have it, the most calming songs to me are some that I have never heard recorded. As a child growing up in a choir, every summer in the weeks before school started, we would all go to choir camp. While there, at the close of each day we would hold a Compline service.
The Order of Compline does not carry the pomp and circumstance as that of other services. It is meant as a quiet call of thanks for the work of the day. The music is simple, one line melodies with no harmonizing. The hymns and psalms that were offered every night in that old log hall I carry in my head and heart. And now my children carry them also.
Every night at their bedtimes, I sing to Sam, Aidan, & Noah. More often than not, I include the version of the Our Father from that Compline service. Amber wrote to some of us yesterday, saying that she put Ella &
Thanks for the inspiration, Amber.