For the first time in 10 years, I am earning and contributing some money to our household! Granted, it is a very nominal amount but, even so, it feels great.
Regular cantors at our church are paid a modest stipend, and I am singing nearly every Sunday now...hence the paycheck. I never would have thought I could earn money for doing something I love so much.
I suppose as time goes by, the hours of preparation and extra masses I attend may begin to feel more like work, but for now I am in the happy position of doing something I love and calling it a job.
As I was doing my "job" this morning at the 6:45 am mass (OK, maybe I SHOULD be paid for getting up that early) I had the pleasure of seeing the morning sun break through the stained glass window and cast its rays right on the altar. As I "worked", I experienced the joy of serving alongside my daughter, who served as the book bearer for the mass (OK, maybe I should be paid for getting HER up that early!).
How tedious could work be that requires you to proclaim the word of God in song? That forces you to listen to different priests reflect in totally unique and inspiring ways on the same gospel? That allows you to sit peacefully for stretches just outside of the tabernacle?
Nope, it's not too tough at all.
(Don't tell them, but I would totally do it for free.)
4 comments:
Wonderful--I am so glad your family is faithfully thriving. What a beautiful story!
I am so proud of you for cantoring! It seems like just a few short posts ago you were going to do your first cantoring at church and now you are doing it "full-time"! Way to go!! I hope I can hear your beautiful, angelic voice when I am down for a visit in the near future. I will give you a heads up when I am there! :-)
Congratulations! Isn't working for God great? Mike has been doing it since April 1999.
Maybe sometime we'll see you singing - although the 6:45am mass may be a bit too early.
Mike, Bernadette, Hannah and Michaela
Suz,
Your "job" is in my inner ear every week even though I can't physically hear you every Sunday. Just being there for those two Sundays in a row in August and listening to your truly angelic voice has brought me joy. Not that I don't love our choir and John's guitar playing, but remembering your voice brings a smile to my face and tears to my eyes. I'm the family joke for how much I cry in church.
Tina
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