I always enjoy the Parade of Children on Palm Sunday. You can imagine how much chaos is involved in getting all the children of the approximately 275 people that attend the 9:30 service down the aisle and into their various standing or sitting places with palms in hand. Since I am in charge of no part of it, I find it amusing and highly entertaining, and I look forward to it every year. Here is Lawrence during the processional as he passed our seat.
A part of what I consider Archie's music and religion curriculum is singing in the children's choir at church. While they do stand there and look adorable on the select Sundays that they sing, every week during practice they learn about reading music, how to project one's voice, the meaning behind the piece, memorization and all the other stuff that goes along with performing music.
Lawrence sings with the Cherub Choir which consists of the preschool / kindergarten children. I love, love the Cherub Choir. When we first moved to Cincinnati and began going to church at Westwood United Methodist, Archie was in the Cherub Choir. The song choices are super cute, they wear the little robes that our neighbour, Miss Dottie made for them a few years back and you never quite know what is going to happen during a performance.
Lawrence forgot to sing during most of his performance, because he was mesmerized by the brand new multi-media screens where he saw himself and the rest of the Cherubs projected during their performance. And there was the distraction of the palms themselves...with everyone whacking their neighbour periodically. Actually, during the performance itself, everyone was pretty good with their palms. It was the before and after that got a little dicey.
Miss Lydia didn't have a singing role, but was able to parade down the aisle with her palm at the beginning of the service. She looked awfully cute and not exactly sure what was going on, holding her Sunday school teacher's hand.
Lawrence is all the way to the right on the bottom row. He has his eyes closed because he had just been beaned in the head with his neighbour's palm branch.
If only Miss Dottie could see him standing there in the little robe she made! What a cutie-pie!
Here is a little snippet of Lawrence's performance:
1 comment:
Nice. I remember the palms on Palm Sunday when I was a kid. It was always an effort for the nuns to keep us all from flapping them in our fellow classmates faces.
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