Killermont Parish Church, Beardsen - Choir music for December
4 December - the band will be playing.
11 December
Introit CH4 317, Before the world began (v.1)
Anthem CFC 3 no.32, p.138, O little town of Bethlehem; Walford Davies
Recessional Archer carols p.34, The linden tree carol, v.1
18 December - morning
Introit CFC2 no.1, p.6, A babe is born, I wys (v.1)
Anthem CH4 320, Joy to the world
Recessional CH4 311, Jesus is born, v.1
18 December - there will be a brief afternoon rehearsal.
EVENING LESSONS AND CAROLS
Introit CH4 273, O come, o come, Emmanuel v1-2
Lighting of Advent Candle & Call to Worship
Praise CH4 273, O come, o come, Emmanuel (contd.)
1st Lesson Isaiah 42 verses 1-9, 16 (Ian Steven)
Choir Carol Archer p.14, In dulci jubilo
Prayer
Praise CH4 294, On Christmas night all Christians sing
2nd Lesson John 1 verses 1-18 (David Sherry)
Choir Carol Archer p.20, Lute-book lullaby
Praise CH4 304, O little town of Bethlehem
3rd Lesson Luke 1 verses 26-38 (Catriona Morse)
Choir Carol CFC2 (orange) 17 p.74, Il est ne le divin enfant ; arr. Rutter
Prayers
Praise CH4 301, Hark! The herald angels sing
4th Lesson Luke 2 verses 8-20 (Shona MacLachlan)
Choir Carol CFC 3 no.21 p.89 Hush my dear, lie still
Offering
Offering Prayer and Lord’s Prayer
5th Lesson Luke 2 verses 25-38 (Bill McMillan)
Choir Carol Christ-Child in the manger ; Kenneth Rothery
Praise CH3 191, O come, all ye faithful
Benediction & 3-fold Amen
Choir Carol CFC2 no.39 p.182, The angels and the shepherds18 Dec 2005
24 December - WATCHNIGHT SERVICE 11.30 pm (no Choir)
25 December - CHRISTMAS DAY SERVICE 11 am (no Choir)
1 January - No choir today (NB it is unseemly to shout "Yippee!" Please don't!)
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Organ music at Killermont:
20 November - Sarabande, by Arnold Cooke; the Harry Potter theme, by John Williams (much to the delight of our younger members!); and Procession, by Sumsion.
27 November - the first Sunday in Advent - Agnus Dei, from The armed man, by Karl Jenkins; Wachet auf!, by Bach; O come, o come, Emmanuel - two settings, by Rex Koury and Flor Peeters; and Fantasia in C minor, again by Bach.
20 November - Sarabande, by Arnold Cooke; the Harry Potter theme, by John Williams (much to the delight of our younger members!); and Procession, by Sumsion.
27 November - the first Sunday in Advent - Agnus Dei, from The armed man, by Karl Jenkins; Wachet auf!, by Bach; O come, o come, Emmanuel - two settings, by Rex Koury and Flor Peeters; and Fantasia in C minor, again by Bach.
Thanks are due: visitors to Killermont Praise will be aware that we have been praying for the recovery of a young woman who has been seriously ill for the past year. We are delighted to hear that her family are now much encouraged by her progress. From a position of total despair, there is now considerable hope for the future. Please don't stop praying!
Please pray also for the many other families going through difficult times, whether through the illness of a family member or problems in other areas of their lives. Remember, too, friends and neighbours - perhaps with no church connection at all - whom we know are having a tough time at the moment.
Please pray also for the many other families going through difficult times, whether through the illness of a family member or problems in other areas of their lives. Remember, too, friends and neighbours - perhaps with no church connection at all - whom we know are having a tough time at the moment.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
On the 6th November, the Band played. (As it happened, I was in Manchester at a research conference. I delivered my paper, answered questions, went for coffee - and as I glanced at my watch, realised gleefully that I was actually getting it before the rest of you for once, since it still wasn't quite 11 o'clock!)
Which brings me to day, 13th November. Remembrance Sunday.
Before the service, you heard 'Romance', from The Gadfly (Shostakovich), then 'Beautiful Isle of Somewhere' (J. S. Fearis) - guess who has been purchasing new music? During the offering, I played the celebrated 'Adagio' by Samuel Barber. It has particularly come to prominence since the 7/11 disaster. The outgoing voluntary was 'Spitfire', by William Walton.
To adhere to the Remembrance Sunday theme, the Choir sang the Kyrie and Sanctus from 'Mass: The armed man', by Karl Jenkins. The music is atmospheric - very appropriate for the occasion. But I have to say that 'The armed man' is a fifteenth century French chanson (L'homme arme), on which Jenkins based his mass. And that's the only connection with war! Be not deceived!
Our minister was warning us to Beware of false prophets, today. Was it purely coincidental that our neighbourhood suffered an attack of the Jehovah's Witnesses this afternoon? I did tell them to go away. I exercised self-control and kept my car-washing water bucket well away from them. However, I missed my chance to share Alan's comments with them, which was an opportunity wasted! (If interested, you might like to follow this link - it's by a Canadian professor who is no longer a Jehovah's Witness.)
Which brings me to day, 13th November. Remembrance Sunday.
Before the service, you heard 'Romance', from The Gadfly (Shostakovich), then 'Beautiful Isle of Somewhere' (J. S. Fearis) - guess who has been purchasing new music? During the offering, I played the celebrated 'Adagio' by Samuel Barber. It has particularly come to prominence since the 7/11 disaster. The outgoing voluntary was 'Spitfire', by William Walton.
To adhere to the Remembrance Sunday theme, the Choir sang the Kyrie and Sanctus from 'Mass: The armed man', by Karl Jenkins. The music is atmospheric - very appropriate for the occasion. But I have to say that 'The armed man' is a fifteenth century French chanson (L'homme arme), on which Jenkins based his mass. And that's the only connection with war! Be not deceived!
Our minister was warning us to Beware of false prophets, today. Was it purely coincidental that our neighbourhood suffered an attack of the Jehovah's Witnesses this afternoon? I did tell them to go away. I exercised self-control and kept my car-washing water bucket well away from them. However, I missed my chance to share Alan's comments with them, which was an opportunity wasted! (If interested, you might like to follow this link - it's by a Canadian professor who is no longer a Jehovah's Witness.)
'I Hope You Dance... This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend. The last line says it all.
Dear Bertha,
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was. I'm guessing; I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God. Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.
Dear Bertha,
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was. I'm guessing; I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God. Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.
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