A few minutes into Christmas midnight Mass at St. Aloysius and I realized what a wimpy congregational singer I can be. I'm sure that the people seated two rows ahead of me could not hear me sing. I guess my only excuse, as lame as it may be, is that the assembly as a whole was rather timid. I'm not going to go into the whole "Why Catholics Can't Sing" litany that Thomas Day laid out so well in his book by that name. But surely one of the reasons I don't always sing full throttle is the fear that I will stick out. And fear is a great Spirit-quencher and joy-robber.
"Set my spirit free that I might worship Thee!"
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