Sing? I’d love to. I do love to, but I don’t have a remarkable voice. It is just a voice, and mostly I can sing in tune, that is, if I know the tune.
I have written about singing before, so if you are a regular reader, you know that it is one of my deepest desires to sing like, I don’t know, somebody really, really good. And sometimes, just sometimes, I can sing really, really well. Last Sunday was one of those times.
On Sunday mornings, I walk up to my brother’s, and then the whole family walks to Mass. That would be my brother, sister-in-law, their five children, and me. That is a gang. We enter the same pew: me and then the gaggle. So, this week the lineup was me, my 9 year-old nephew, my brother, and then the rest. I say this, so you can picture the proximity.
The Communion hymn was On Eagle’s Wings. The chorus goes like this: “And he will raise you up on eagle’s wings, bear you on the breath of dawn, make you to shine like the sun, and hold you in the palm of his hand.” And to give proper credit, it was written by Michael Joncas, published in 1979 by OCP Publications.
I began to notice my nephew’s voice as we were singing, and that may be because I don’t sit by him that often or because he hasn’t sung that clearly before. My brother, the musician/mathematician, has a very strong voice, and I do better when I have a supportive voice to follow. As we got to the chorus, I found all three of our voices getting stronger. We seemed to lean into each other, and we sang our hearts out. I have heard that family members’ voices seem to blend well because of genetics. I am not sure if that is true, but I wish you could have heard us.
It is a beautiful hymn. It has been in my head all week, and I cannot stop thinking about that one glorious “God spot” out of many this week, when I was born “on the breath of dawn and held in the palm of His hand” while singing.