At one point during tonight’s cantata, Psalm 150 came to mind:
Let Everything Praise the LORD
1Praise the LORD!
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens!
2Praise him for his mighty deeds;
praise him according to his excellent greatness!
3Praise him with trumpet sound;
praise him with lute and harp!
4Praise him with tambourine and dance;
praise him with strings and pipe!
5Praise him with sounding cymbals;
praise him with loud clashing cymbals!
6Let everything that has breath praise the LORD!
Praise the LORD!
After it was all over tonight, I had to take a seat. I was tired, sweaty, and out-of-breath. While some of this is because I’m quite out of shape, we had also just expended a lot of effort in praising God and singing of Christ’s coming as a tiny baby. I noticed that many of my fellow choir members were similarly tired after all was sung and done.
Praise the Lord until you’re out of breath, folks.