This morning I got my very own key to my very first church! It’s dear and simple, with a lovely stained glass window…and organ speakers in desperate need of attention. They crackle and wheeze, and of course the organist plays quietly, cause she never knows when it’s going to hit a really wheezy spot. Peter has already been poking around, and has an e-mail out to a friend in Calgary who has some experience with speakers and Allen electronic organs.
It’s what I call the ‘poor cousin’ syndrome. One of the previous pastors had a friend…whose church was getting a bigger and better organ. And so they thought they could help out a smaller church… and send them their now superfluous organ. Well, I don’t know if you’ve ever been given someone’s superfluous something, but … either it’s already out of date when they pass it on to you, or it never worked/fit very well in the first place, or in the case of poor, rural parishes…there’s no one around to maintain or fix it. The organist swears she would rather have back the old pump organ, and I really don’t blame her. Our uncultured ears don’t really appreciate the difference among all those fancy stops anyway, and two manuals seems almost too much for two hands…and then you throw in some foot pedals…and you probably get the picture.
So Peter is off to gather information (you gotta love those enneagram 5s) and I’m going to try to figure out how to convince them to get rid of all those tattered song books and psalm books and buy a few Voices United…and hope they’ll still like me (that’s not my #2 speaking, is it?) when all’s said and done. We’re ready to take on another week – out to pastor!
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