Dear Diary [July],
Sigh. I feel like I could really go somewhere – really be somebody – in this church if I could just get out of the ward chorister calling. Sure, I just got in it a couple weeks ago, but I clearly see that this is the bottom rung. The chorister has the least consequential job in the entire congregation. I do nothing but stand in front of everyone waving my arm. For what?
Cons:
1. Singing. Singing hymns. In front of everyone.
2. Everyone stares at you—you singing—hence, the need to shower and find something cute to wear every week (ok, so this MAY be a pro…still a challenge)
3. People think YOU are responsible for the music selections and universally slow tempo at which they are sung. Not so. The chorister is a victim—like everyone else in the congregation. But unlike everyone else, she is their scapegoat too…
4. You have to be on time to church every week.
Pros:
1. There is absolutely NO WORK required. Zero prep time.
2. There are no additional activities/meetings/planning to attend.
3. I get to enjoy (or rather, attend while wrangling one or both kids) my regular Sunday meetings.
4. I get thanked -- PUBLICLY EVEN -- every time I do my calling.
5. I have to be on time to church every week.
B thinks I’m so lucky. He is constantly telling me I should really “own” this and get into it. He demonstrates, flicking his wrist and bobbing his head. He’s all talk.
[Update: September I received an ADDITIONAL calling: Primary secretary. So much for the “I get to enjoy my regular Sunday meetings” pro.]
[Update: B is not all talk. I had him fill in for me one week and he immediately asked for a “wand.” When I determined that he was serious, I suggested a white wire hanger or a [too large] plain wooden dowel rod. He chose the dowel rod and, get this, PRACTICED the songs the night before AND the morning of. I don’t even know what the songs are till I show up. I’ve received compliments for him all week.]
