Sinatra in the bell tower

God's ear is attuned to the stark syntax of human need
One morning, as I stood on the hill west of town admiring the morning sky just after dawn, the tune on the carillon at the Catholic church caught my attention. I thought that the song was from the Broadway musical Brigadoon, but its title eluded me. Finally I realized that the new priest was calling the faithful to 7 a.m. mass with “Till There Was You.” Jesus wept over his own city, but I wondered if he might laugh over a town such as this.

Over the next few weeks, listening to local gossip, I became aware that the “updating” of the carillon was one of many changes that the young priest was making at the church. Most people seemed to welcome the songs and the priest as a breath of fresh air. And it seemed as if every time I ran an errand to Main Street, my ears took notice of something new: a Beatles medley, more Broadway, a bit of Gershwin.

 

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