Showing posts with label primary chorister. Show all posts
Showing posts with label primary chorister. Show all posts

01 June 2014

Singing by the seat of my pants

I'm wondering if changes are coming. I only wonder because I feel SO comfortable in my calling, maybe too comfortable, and when that starts to happen is usually when I get taken out of my comfort zone.

Today I showed up at Primary to do my usual singing portion only to find out that there was a mix up with sharing time and nobody was prepared. This was seriously a minute before the sharing time lesson was to begin. I volunteered to take the entire time, ON THE FLY. And, you know what, it went just fine. I wouldn't say it was spectacular but I managed to use all the time and we had fun playing Red Rover.

Red Rover?

In Primary?

We divided the room in half and had two teams. After singing the song (or a part of the song we were learning) I decided which team did the best and they got to steal a singer from the other team by saying, "Red Rover, Red Rover, send . . . right over." It was a hit and even the junior primary loved playing it.

I seriously love my calling.

14 November 2011

New calling

I haven't even lived in this ward a year and I'm on my third calling since March.

Yesterday I was released from Wolf scout leader and Primary teacher and called as the Primary chorister, and I'm a little excited about it. Crazy because I know what goes into being the chorister every week. You have to be on your toes every minute. But another crazy thing is our Primary program is this Sunday. The previous chorister has kindly said she will lead the songs for the program. I felt like I would have been stealing her thunder since she has taught them all year and she thought she'd be stepping on my toes since it is my calling now. I'm afraid I don't know the songs well enough and could see disaster waiting to happen.

Someone has told me that the chorister is the gospel doctrine teacher of Primary. And you know what, I think they are right. No one remembers the sharing times that were given but you certainly do remember the songs that were taught and sung. Music is a powerful medium.

Oh, I've got some fun things planned for December.