General

This October, our church celebrates its hundredth anniversary. All this year, every so often, we are having brief "historical moments" during church.

Today, our temporary choir director -- and my high school band teacher -- was a Vorsanger. He got up during church and discussed how hymn singing was done in the early days of the church. Today, our Mennonite church sings in a variety of styles, most commonly 4-part music accompanied by a piano, and no director. But we also sing more "contemporary" styles.

Back in the earlier days, the church didn't have hymnals with music for everyone. The Vorsanger -- song leader -- would sing each phrase, then the congregation would sing it back in unison, throughout the whole song. Hymns that the congregation already knew well would just be sung normally, in unison, with the Vorsanger directing.

Not only did the Vorsanger lead the singing, but he or she also chose the music -- not the pastor. As the church purchased first a pump organ, and later a piano, the instruments would sometimes be used to accompany the singing. The musicians never knew what would be sung in advance. One 80-year-old member of our congregation remembered the she started to play for church at 8th grade. But much of the time, there would be no instrument, not even to pick the starting pitch.

This morning, we sang Holy God, We Praise Thy Name with the Vorsanger. It's a familiar song in our church, but we generally sing it in English. The Vorsanger taught it to us in German, the older people in church would have remembered it. He finished his introduction, stepped away from the microphone, and rang out with the first phrase.

Großer Gott, wir loben dich

Then we all sang the phrase back to him, in unison. On to the next phrase, back and forth for the rest of the hymn. Terah and I were in the choir area, behind him, but could hear him -- and the rest of the congregation -- just fine.

At the end, our Vorsanger for a day said he thought we got it, so we sang through it again, still in unison, but without him leading us on each phrase.

Großer Gott, wir loben dich,
Herr, wir preisen deine Stärke,
Vor dir beugt die Erde sich
Und bewundert deine Werke.
Wie du warst vor aller Zeit,
So bleibst du in Ewigkeit.

What a powerful way to feel connected to the people that worshiped at the same place so many years ago.

As our director said before we sang in choir this morning, music can say so much more than words.

Every year on Good Friday, our church choir joins with the other church choir in the area for an evening choir program.

This year we are performing The Seven Last Words of Christ by Theodore Dubois. It's a challenging and beautiful piece. We'll have our combined choir, plus pipe organ and various other instruments.

Easter starts with a sunrise service, then breakfast at church. During the service, we'll sing a number of additional songs. I think the list includes The heavens are telling by Haydn, Ave Verum (KV 618) by Mozart, Love Is Come Again arr. by Parker & Shaw, Praise the Lord by Handel, Alleluia (from Veni Sancte Spiritus, K 47) by Mozart, and Thanks Be to Thee by Handel.

It's a lot of fun to be in the choir, and also quite a joyful time. I'm looking forward to Easter.

One year ago today, I wrote that we had moved onto the farm on Jan. 20. That was quite the day: 7.5" of snow, and windy.

When we moved in, our kitchen didn't yet have its flooring or any appliances. We had a microwave sitting on a 5-gallon bucket and a borrowed dorm fridge for the "kitchen". There were other little things being finished up, too. Of course, "moving in" doesn't just happen in an afternoon either. We are still sorting through boxes from time to time, cleaning up stuff in the elevator (some of which was grandpa's), and punching down the last few network runs.

Before we moved in, we spent three months in a drafty basement apartment. Our previous house had sold, and the farmhouse wasn't ready to move into yet. And we moved out of that other house about 3 weeks after Jacob was born.

It was a busy, exhausting time. But we're so glad we did it. Jacob's room is much closer to ours, which is quite helpful. He loves to scoot around on the wood floors. Terah bought him a large pillow, and he likes it when I give him pillow rides around the house.

Older people that knew my grandparents love to drop by, too. For awhile after we moved in, we'd have people just drive on the yard to see what it looks like now. The person who pruned our trees hinted that he was curious what the inside of the house looked like, so I showed him. He grew up Amish, and said, "wow, this would be a perfect Amish house!" I guess the Amish could remove the network jacks.

We have some neighbors a mile away. They're two sisters living on their parents' farm. I think they're in their 70s or 80s. They drive whatever car their dad bought before he died 20 or 30 years ago. Last month, one of them gave me a call. I've been collecting photos for the upcoming church centennial, and she had some that she thought I might be interested in. It was snowy and cold, so I said I'd be happy to go over and look at them sometime. That wasn't quite her plan. "Oh, that's no trouble. I like to get out, and you're not far away." She brought over some wonderful photos (which I scanned), and also got to see the inside of the house for the first time in years.

That's how things go out there. Last June, we had some tourists drop by. It's been a lot of fun to be part of this community again.

Before long, Jacob is going to love playing in the elevator and walking down to the creek. Maybe he'll like making a snowman next winter, or riding a bicycle up and down the driveway someday. It will be fun to see.

It seems like Christmas started on Saturday this year. We had a nice snowfall, with a not-so-nice 40MPH wind accompanying it. We got drifts, and had whiteout conditions outdoors for a little while.

Sunday morning came and I went out early to see if we'd be able to get the car down our driveway. At about 1/4 mile long, shoveling the whole thing is not a practical option. Fortunately, I got most of the way down the driveway before the car got stuck, so I only had to shovel a little bit.

Sunday was our big Christmas choir day in church. We started off with Star of the East, and old Christmas tune. Research into the church archives revealed that it was first performed by the adult choir in the 1930s -- and it was sung in English. Mrs. H. F. Voth was quoted as saying "they sang from the heart and meant it sincerely." It was fun to sing this old song.

Later on, the whole church sang Oh, beautiful star of Bethlehem, another old tune that isn't heard so often anymore. One of the older people in church told me later that song was special to her because she remembered carolers singing it at her house years ago.

The service ended with Nun Ist Sie Erschienen (score, mp3, story), a tune sung in our community for many years. I fondly remember my grandpa playing this song on his harmonica. Maybe it's just stuck in my head for some reason, but it seems it was one of his favorites. This particular day, the pianist -- who was my band teacher when I was in school and is now retired -- improvised a beautiful accompaniment to the song. We sang it four times: twice in German, and twice in English. One of the older women in the congregation, whom I normally can't hear because she sits in front of me and down the row in choir, was singing with such strength that I could hear her clearly from my seat.

Moments like that bring home the timeless nature of Christmas to me.

It's been an interesting week. For those of you that haven't been following along: we lost power Tuesday and have been without ever since.

Yesterday was the annual Christmas party at work. About an hour away, supposed to be there at 6. So at 2:30 I went outside to see if I could get the car out past all the snow. At first, YES! But then, halfway down the driveway... well, no. Our driveway needs help. It's actually lower than the fields around it. Thankfully it's on a hill so it doesn't flood, but it does drift shut when there's snow. So the car got stuck. I dug it out, and it got stuck again. And a third time.

I eventually called my dad to see if he'd be willing to come over with his tractor and open up our driveway. He said yes, and drove the 5 miles in his tractor -- which has no cab, and it was below freezing -- and got the driveway open, and helped me get the car unstuck. We had planned to leave at 4, to give us time to get Jacob to the babysitter. We didn't think a babysitter would enjoy spending the evening at a cold house with only a generator providing power, so we were taking him to their place. Well, we left about 4:30.

We got down our driveway, onto the road, and hey -- more drifts. Yay. Got out onto the highway, over to the road to their place. Which someone, ahem, had assured me was a paved road. But instead we got 5 miles on a very drifty east-west country road. That's the deepest snow I've ever put a car through, and I am still surprised that we didn't get stuck anywhere.

So then we dropped off Jacob, and off to the party, and squeaked in just a few minutes late. Phew. It was nice to be out of the house, too.

When we picked up Jacob later -- taking the non-drifty route -- he was sleeping, of course. I carried him out to the car and put him in his seat. There's nothing quite like carrying a sleeping boy snuggled into you to make you forget the lack of electricity outside.

Today we went to church. Church was canceled last Sunday, and the Wednesday evening activities were too. So I think everybody made an effort to be there today. All sorts of electricity stories were heard. Generators moved around the countryside as those that owned them got power and loaned them out to those that didn't have power. The president of a nearby college called the church and offered two rooms at his personal residence to anyone that needed them. One woman announced during sharing time that her husband was taken to the hospital on Friday. They determined that he needed heart surgery, and that will happen tomorrow... and she added that she'd be with him for a couple of days, so if anyone needed a warm house for a family, theirs was available and had a couple of bedrooms, fridge, and garage that people were welcome to use.

At noon there was a free lunch offered to anyone still without power. We went and enjoyed some warm soup and bread with about 30 others.

After that, we went to my parents' place to do some laundry, then came home.

We ate supper. As Terah got up to give Jacob some more chili, I suggested that she look out the window and see if any yard lights were on yet. I had flipped our master breaker off, just to be extra cautious due to having wired our furnace into the generator temporarily. So this is how we would tell that power was back on somewhere (though we did check it periodically during the day). Terah looked out the window, and said, "I DO see yard lights out there... Do you think?" I got up, went downstairs, flipped the breaker, and light came on! We turned on the lights -- Jacob had missed them -- and plugged in the Christmas tree. The power had come on for people miles in either direction from us at the same time. Dad came over to get our electrical box back to normal state and to help me load up the generator to return tomorrow.

There's nothing quite like this to make us feel fortunate to be a part of such a caring community of friends and family -- people who don't think twice about helping out someone in need, even in the midst of having a husband hospitalized.

Jacob didn't seem to mind the power outage. Except for one thing. He is very excited about lights these days. I can spend 15 to 30 minutes exploring lights with him, especially in the kitchen. He will point at a light and say "da?" ("that"). "Da? Da?" means he wants it turned on or off. We'll go to the light switch, and he'll get to flip it, or watch while I do. "Dooooo!" is his excited response.

Well, when he wants something and it's not happening fast enough for him, "Da? Da?" changes to "Da!... Da!..." and then to "DA!! DA!!" and finally some fussing. That happened several times as we couldn't turn on lights.

Then we got to church this morning and boy was he excited. Lights everywhere! He'd point to one bright light and say "Da!" -- look at the light over there, dad! Point to another place and "Da!" Another one over here! And ceiling fans! Lights everywhere! He was so excited he was trying to jump up and down.

Jacob's favorite new word is "hi." He has just barely figured out how to say it, and it takes effort, and comes out very breathy -- but it's there. He can spend several minutes saying hi to someone over and over if he's in the right mood. He wouldn't say hi to the greeters at church, or anyone that said hi to him. But we were sitting in the back row, and halfway through the sermon, he started saying hi to the ushers that were behind us. I couldn't see them very well, but I imagine they were trying to keep from cracking up.

Cliff has an absolutely wonderful post about "egg and daughter night" in his hometown in Nebraska. A great read.

Saturday evenings used to be quite the occasion around here too, from what I'm told. But nobody can tell the story like Cliff.