Steven Sondheim, eat your heart out
Pretty much everybody in my wonderful PCA church thinks I'm straightlaced, bookish, and serious, except for the members of the Christmas choir, who think I'm a wee bit unhinged.
Getting ready for this year's spectacle, we had to deal with a song composed in the black gospel style. Do I need to say that we're a rhythm-challenged church? No matter, our director was determined that we would sway. No objections would be entertained.
And thus began swaying practice. We couldn't just learn our parts, we had to move to them. Our music was soon covered with penciled notes: "Start swaying" at measure 17; "STOP SWAYING!!!" in the bridge section; "Resume Swaying" at the D.S., and increasingly, "Watch *Pseudonym*!"
*Pseudonym* (let's just call her Pseudo) is a lovely woman in our congregation who would not on first meeting strike you as Born to Sway. Yet her unique ministry gift soon emerged; our director started by yelling for us to look how Pseudo was swaying, and soon moved her to the front row so everyone could ape her swaying all the time.
As we shuffled toward our date with destiny, the nervous jokes ("Sway Master!") began, and the bad swaying just continued, badly. Pseudo did her best, and I truly believe our Pseudo-oriented swaying was our best swaying.
But let's face it, our situation was pathetic and ridiculous. One night as I was driving home after practice, the refrain (Bethlehem's star / is shining so bright) began to morph into It's time to sway / Now what shall we do? Before I knew it, a choir-wide legend was born.
Now on the Information Superhighway for the first time, the revised lyrics to Bethlehem's Star (rechristened We're Swayin' Right):
It’s time to sway, now what shall we do?
Our hips and our shoulders are badly askew.
So we’ll watch how she’s swaying, and we’ll be alright
‘Cuz Pseudo’s in the front row and she’s keeping things tight.
Soloist, with feeling
Ev’ry church has its gifts, we know this by rote
Presbyterians, too, but we just can’t emote!
Although we’re quite left-brained, there’s hope for us now:
Because our Sway Master will give our moves "Wow!"
Choir, second time:
It’s time to sway, now what shall we do?
Our hips and our shoulders are badly askew.
So we’ll watch how she’s swaying, and we’ll be all right
‘Cuz Pseudo’s in the front row and she’s keeping things tight.
Soloist, again (as if singing to choir)
You well know your TULIP, and covenants too.
The word "Propitiation" is not new to you!
But complete lack of rhythm, what a terrible plight:
Keep your eyes glued to Pseudo, and sway with your might!
Choir, third time
We’re feelin’ it now, it runs through our veins,
Elusive rhythm, it ain’t such a pain!
With eyes locked on Pseudo, it’s almost a snap.
Why, next Sunday at worship we might even clap!