Saturday, December 14, 2013
Down in My Heart
I thought we were going to a Christmas concert at Oak Park Place, presented by two local musicians whose music I was excited to hear. When we arrived, however, I took a closer look at our invitation and realized that the two musicians were indeed going to provide music, but the audience was going to sing along! For 1 1/2 glorious hours, we sang sacred and secular Christmas music. What made the experience especially delightful was that I was seated next to Evelyn Platt who had been the director of our church's children's choir. I was one of her choir members nearly 50 years ago. In between carols and songs, Evelyn and I reminisced about our children's choir of so long ago. Fifty children dressed in short white robes with big black bows under our chins would fill the front of our church's sanctuary, singing our little hearts out because Evelyn inspired us to do our best. We even recalled all of the lyrics to one of the songs she taught us: "I've got joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart." We chuckled over the complexity of singing one of the song's verses, "I've got the peace that passeth understanding down in my heart." To my six-year-old mind, that was a mouthful of lyrics and a totally unfamiliar word to have to pronounce (passeth). As we sang "Joy to the World" at Oak Park Place that night, being with Evelyn gave me "joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart."