Ministry, Mothering

Go, Tell It on the Mountain

Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain,
About that Saturday morn.

While Pastor was a-waiting,
The lovely bride arrived
Her mother was a-weeping,
But everyone survi-ived.

Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain,
About that Saturday morn.

The groom, he was a-chewing
To settle down his tum
The Pastor didn’t ask him
If she could share his gu-um.

Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain,
About that Saturday morn.

The church looked very pretty
With Christmas trees a-light
The bride and groom were happy
A very lovely si-ight!

Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain,
About that Saturday morn.

It was a very sweet wedding, from my vantage point. The bride and groom took the whole thing very seriously. They did their best to include the people they love the most. The only sour note came when a relative of the bride’s noted that she was surprised it was such a Christian ceremony. (!!!) It was meant as a dig at the groom’s family, but naturally I managed to be personally offended, too, which really I shouldn’t be, since people do say these things. (And let’s not discuss the remark made by another relative, a member of my church, about the lack of emotion that seemed to be involved in the proceedings, from her perspective. “Thanks!” I replied.)

I made it to the concert with time to spare and very much enjoyed it. I am hoping to find the lyrics of one of the songs, “When I Close My Eyes,” to share them here. The girls’ choir is a wonderful, empowering program for young women, and this song summed up the ethos. My sister-in-law and I sat and wept as they sang.

Saturday night I still couldn’t get out of my own way about Sunday’s sermon. My eyes were itchy, and I finally gave up and took a Benadryl. Interestingly, the minute it began to relax me, I could write. I must admit I had no idea when I went to bed whether what I had written was any good, but the next morning I opened the laptop and found I liked it.

The Very. Special. Baptism was just that. The baby was perfect, kept his eyes on me and didn’t squawk. He is not yet three months old, a big boy with black, black hair. There was more weeping. The offertory was a duet by two young women of a song about Mary. Baptism Baby was perfectly quiet during the parts before the arrival of Baby Jesus; as soon as the baby was born in the song, Baptism Baby began to make a joyful noise! (Okay, maybe not so joyful. But let’s not quibble.)

The Concert, Take Two, was less fun, as it was our turn to chaperone, but it was wonderful to hear the Princess and her cousin sing again.

The rest of the Christmas season looks easy compared to this past weekend.

10 thoughts on “Go, Tell It on the Mountain”

  1. Oh, I am so glad it all went so well! And I’m glad you were able to get that sermon done with the help of the Benadryl — amazing how anxiety can get in the way of writing… (not, of course, that I have any experience with that. No sirree. Not me. Nope.)

  2. So…we’ve both survived our Worst Weekend of Advent. So glad yours went well, though I kind of suspected it might 🙂
    Now I’m kind of convalescent and considering Crib Service, as I’m still not safe to visit poorly parishioners yet(would probably give them all double pneumonia!)but wondering whether a return to bed might be more useful. Hmmmn

  3. So…we’ve both survived our Worst Weekend of Advent. So glad yours went well, though I kind of suspected it might :-)Excellent lyrics, btw…and my poor children will be very relieved that they are not alone in suffering the affliction of a mum who sets her life to music at the drop of no hat at all!
    Now I’m kind of convalescent and considering Crib Service, as I’m still not safe to visit poorly parishioners yet(would probably give them all double pneumonia!)but wondering whether a return to bed might be more useful. Hmmmn

  4. Typepad just does that sometimes, Kathryn. Don’t worry about it!
    If our children can be consoled by each other’s embarassments, perhaps that is a good thing. 🙂

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