Up from the dead they arose

The men's group that I sing with is being resurrected from the dead today...well partially resurrected. We were invited to a choral festival held at Kidron Mennonite Church, Ohio...we haven't sang together in ages...we're scattered all over God's creation...we're missing all our tenors...but hey, why not? Who knows how it will go? We've picked up a few new guys and we're going to give it a wing.

We've always sang from the hip (or the heart), so we've had a real mixture of musical moments. Sometimes we accidentally fall on a good one, but we have also face planted ourselves into some real laughable musical moments. Luckily we can laugh at ourselves trying to sing SATB and other absurdities:)

Now we're asking ourselves if we still have that same youthful, musical energy. Last night, I tried a jump serve while playing volleyball...it was a horrid failure. I told one of the guys that I just needed a few practice shots to get it going. You know...I'm slowly finding this old boy just doesn't have the Wheaties he had a few years ago...its a pretty hard thing to admit. A number of years ago when I was playing on a team I lived and died by my jump serve. It just feels like there's bricks in my pants, and the floor gets harder every day....I can barely touch the rim these days.

I'm realizing that some things just pass us by. If its not athletic ability its just something else. Sometimes I wonder if musical energy is passing me by. Hopefully a good old Choral Festival can rekindle the flame....