The Old Testament lesson this morning was the story of Elijah being taken up in a chariot of fire, and we sang Swing Low, Sweet Chariot as the Gradual hymn.
Which got me to remembering…
The car I drove when I was married to the Late and Unlamented had no radio (it also had no heater, reverse gear, or lock on the glove box, but that’s another story) so the girls and I sang while we drove along. We sang everything from Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer, to Camptown Races, to There Was an Old Woman, All Skin and Bones. The girls even knew the words to the Canticle from Morning Prayer – Blessed art thou, O Lord God of our fathers. If you are old enough to remember when the Episcopal Church actually did Morning Prayer, you know it’s a lot to memorize, but we sang it three weeks out of four, and the girls apparently listened. And learned.
But mostly, we sang Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.
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