psalm correctly. By 7: 12 i decided
i could make better headway if i
simply sang the song myself, and i
dismissed the choir. i’ve long suffered from performance anxiety, and
by this point i was working through
the familiar choreography of absolute panic. By 7: 17 i had figured out
what had gone wrong on the refrain,
It was the psalms the
monks chant seven
times daily that drew
me to the monastery.
It’s the voice of Christ
himself. The desire
for that kind of
a monk out of bed
at 3: 20 a.m.
and because Brother Joseph was the
one singer i could find fast, i asked
him to learn it.
it was evident that the refrain
would go well after a couple of times
through. i asked if we could sing it
once more, just to firm it up, even
though i still had to learn the verses.
i didn’t know what i was in for.
At 7: 25 Brother Joseph, who is rarely
at ease soloing, launched from the
refrain into a flawless singing of the
verse. He’d had that part down all
along; we’d just never gotten that far.
He sang it just as well at Mass.
For me, to see Brother Joseph
step so clearly out of his comfort
zone was to see Jesus Christ. i didn’t