{"id":3038,"date":"2013-12-25T23:01:12","date_gmt":"2013-12-26T06:01:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/?p=3038"},"modified":"2013-12-23T23:01:41","modified_gmt":"2013-12-24T06:01:41","slug":"christmas-gifts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2013\/12\/christmas-gifts\/","title":{"rendered":"Christmas gifts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Merry Christmas dear readers! I hope you got the gifts you were hoping for, and the ones you found for your favorite people surprised and delighted them.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This is also a time of year for singing. Last Sunday I got to hear an amazing rendition of Bach&#8217;s <i>Magnificat<\/i>. A live orchestra sat in the front and a choir was behind. The program listed the soloists, and as I read ahead I noticed three people with the same last name. How sweet! A musical family, each singing a different part in this performance.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I have never been part of an official choir. I have a good voice, but I wouldn&#8217;t know what part I sang. Once I found myself at a public event and we were supposed to act like a choir.\u00a0 The director asked people to group themselves according to their voice.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>On the break I went up to ask him what my category was. He had me sing along to a few notes and declared me a second soprano.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I was offended. Why couldn&#8217;t I be first soprano? Why should I be second best?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A few years later I had a chance to get a little more in depth with a voice teacher. She took the time to really let me sing, and said I had a good range. I asked her if I could work on making my voice lower, because by then I thought deep was sexy.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She said there were things one could do, but it would probably mean losing my ability on the high notes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The mother of the musical family sang her solo first, a clear resonant second soprano. A bit later, the daughter took her place and sang the Latin in a luminous first soprano.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I remembered my absurd struggle to find my place in the structure of a choir. These people obviously had developed what they were given, but they were all working with what they had. It is way past time for me to wish I were other than exactly what I am.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They were singing the song of Mary. She was a young teenage girl, didn&#8217;t have much to offer. She wasn&#8217;t powerful or experienced. But when the Angel Gabriel said she would get pregnant, she said &#8220;Let it be with me as God wills.&#8221; She had a fertile body, if nothing else. And she let that be used. Jesus was born and the world was changed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;ve all got to use what we&#8217;ve got. I don&#8217;t know the depth and breadth of my own vocal range but I can open my mouth and sing Joy to the World. I can be surprised over and over again at who I can be and what I can do. I am as God made me, and that is the best gift I will ever receive.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This is how I plan to change the world.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Merry Christmas dear readers! I hope you got the gifts you were hoping for, and the ones you found for your favorite people surprised and delighted them. &nbsp; This is also a time of year for singing. 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