I’m not a religious gal, but was raised as such, so the pretty songs in Latin always get me. Luckily, the choir I sing with does quite a few each season. Once choir’s season ended for the summer, I found myself singing them by myself. That’s fine, but when I heard about a sing-along being held by another choir, including one such song, I couldn’t wait for the heat of July to arrive (and that’s so not me).
The group offering the sing-along had many more members than my choir, and most showed up for the event. This group is auditioned, so I was eager to not only hear, but to sing with such seasoned music makers.
One of the songs on the agenda was originally a chant. The Latin-translated-into-English doesn’t move me, but the song itself, as arranged by Maurice Durufle, is lovely and that’s enough for me.
In advance of the event, I practiced with The YouTube so I could heartily sing along. On the day of the event, I wandered a few towns over and walked inside the red doors of this tiny little church I’ve passed a million times. I took the sheet music offered to me by a volunteer, sat down in a pew for the first time in years, and waited for some of my choir friends to join me. The air conditioner cut into in the walls of the old church was no match for a billion percent humidity. Then again, maybe it wasn’t that hot outside, but instead I was burning from sitting in a pew for the first time in decades.
Either way, despite the heat, I eagerly sang along when the song I practiced began. The first line of Ubi caritas means Where charity and love are, God is there, and I suppose that at least is a concept I can get behind (although I might call the big G something secular — Catholic school scars…).
Below, the red doors of the church and a video of the song that we, a group of almost 100, sang, performed beautifully by a quartet.