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LiseTravis
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Our choir was absolutely dreadful today. The lead female was out of town, the lead male had laryngitis, and the organist was having a bad day- she kept flubbing the intros, so no one came in on time. I opened my mouth to sing & nothing came out but a squeak- my voice came back around the Sanctus but died at the Recessional. During the reading of Isaiah 62 the reader started to say “glorious clowns” instead of “glorious crowns” & all I could think of was that WE were the Glorious Clowns. About the only thing we did right was to just keep trying anyway!