Today is the first Sunday of Advent. For those of us who refuse to live by the commercial calendar, it’s the start of the Christmas season. Well, not really that even, but the preparation for the Christmas season. I’ve mentioned before that one church where I worked, the minister would not allow any Christmas music until Christmas Eve.
I enjoy the music of Advent – O Come, O Come Emmanual being one of my favorites. Strangely enough, I didn’t hear it or get to sing it today, even though I went to two different churches. First, we went to Fourth Presbyterian. It was Communion Sunday, and so the musical portion of the service was a bit abbreviated.
My cousin, Sam Taylor, had invited me to sing at his church, St. Mathew Methodist, at the 11:00 am service. Their choir was singing the Vivaldi Gloria, and they needed someone to fill in on the bass. A string quartet accompanied the group. They, too, were having communion, so I took part there, as well.
It was interesting to see how the two services were conducted. The Methodist version was actually much more formal than the Presbyterian. I guess there are variations according to the desires of each congregation and pastor. On the way home I was scanning channels and came across Tabernacle Baptist Church’s broadcast. No mention of Advent, only continual blathering about how the King James version of the Bible is the only way to be saved. Oh well.