I'll never forget what happened one night at one of these churches when I was directing our choir for the big Christmas musical. We had a choir of around twenty who had worked very hard preparing for this night. (While twenty is not a lot in some churches, it was an impressive group here.) All of the rehearsing was coming to a climax on this December night and everyone wanted to give the most excellent performance possible. Holiday excitement was in the air as the birth of Christ was celebrated!
One of the big numbers was "O Holy Night." We had a soprano who had worked diligently on the solo. She would sing the verses and then the choir would join in the refrain "Fall on your knees..." in grand fashion. This was to be the highlight of the night.
However, something happened when the choir came in on the second refrain. I heard this awful wailing sound. Immediately, I assumed that one of my tenors had completely lost it. I glanced around frantically trying to see what was happening and threatening to derail our whole production.
It was then that I saw a sight that I will never forget. While we were singing the anthem, a little three year-old boy left his pew in the small church house and wandered into the choir loft to be with his mother. I think at this point his mom held him in place in front of her just to keep him from going anywhere else. When the choir joined with the solo, this small child opened up his voice and sang as loud as he could with his mouth wide open and beaming with pride.
Every one in the audience was laughing as they could see everything that was happening. The poor soprano had no idea what was going on because of where she was standing and wondered what she had done wrong.
