What Makes A Choir

What Makes A Choir

by Claire Berger

This past weekend, some women from City Church gathered at a retreat center forty miles west of town. It had large front and back porches complete with rocking chairs. Nine rooms with six beds each. Farmhouse-style tables and an open kitchen. We spent a lot of time in an expansive meeting room made to make any odd-mix of people sound like a well-trained choir. And this past weekend, that's what we became—a choir.

Some of us knew each other already, a lot of us didn’t. Some of us came tentative, some came eager to connect, a lot of us came tired. During the weekend we ate, we talked, we rested, we learned, we shared, we prayed, we listened, we avoided the all-too-rustic elements of retreat centers (snakes), and we sang. The details of our newness or our age or our profession or our relationship status faded because, as our lovely speaker Leigh McLeroy said, “we have a unifying story.” What made us a choir was not the space or the singing, though both were lovely. We became a choir because we gathered, as an odd-mix of people. Thanks be to the God who unifies our stories.