Time: 2:45 Total: 4:40 Grand total: 14:30
Crew: Altar: Fr T and two acolytes. I heard later that Deacon V wanted to come but couldn’t for some reason; perhaps not tonight either but I’m not sure of that. Choir: SSSAAT, with one A away to read some of the time but two sopranos could fill in and they were savvy enough to alternate without my prompting. Readers: about a dozen young people from the parish, including a Ukrainian girl of barely eight who read very clearly (but in Ukrainian, so I didn’t understand her even reading along in the Dutch text). Reading along was an excellent idea anyway, because the text one reader was reading from lacked three essential paragraphs (the crossing of the Red Sea) and I could hand her the book that had all the text.
I said a couple of days ago “if this standard turns out to be the average of Holy Week I’ll be satisfied” and I’m more than satisfied now, because last night’s service already pushed up the average a bit and this morning’s service pushed it up a lot. “Let all mortal flesh keep silent” went really extraordinarily well, especially the second time (of two and a half) that we sang it and I told the choir “now even more quietly!”
I was about to say “now nothing can go wrong tonight” but of course EVERYTHING can still go wrong. Even if it does, I’ve definitely passed my apprenticeship. I seem to actually be good at this, though I can’t stop being surprised at it. (That probably means I’m not at much risk of Dunning-Kruger, though I’m out of impostor syndrome territory.) I mostly feel I’m not doing anything; my tired state after every service says otherwise, and also the fact that if I stop directing for even one moment for any reason (like the absolutely legitimate reason of going to Communion) the choir starts to flounder.