Last week I attended my daughter's high school winter concert. She sings in the school choir. Here are the songs they performed: Siyahamba (a South African Swahili hymn), Maoz Tzur (our very own Rock of Ages), Noche de Luz (Night of Silence), I'll be There (by the Jackson 5), The Storm is Passing Over (a Gospel standard) and the Halleluyah Chorus (from Handel's Messiah). First of all let's state the obvious. A far more diverse selection of music than the days of Solomon Schechter! And also to be honest, I have still not come to terms with the conflicting feelings of seeing and hearing my daughter sing verses from the New Testament's Book of Revelation (that is what the Halleluyah chorus is structured around). My feelings are something of a mixture of "Wow, she sings so well. It makes me so proud." with "That's not what we believe. No, we are still waiting." Nonetheless the multi-ethnic quality of the occasion was wonderful to behold
"From the place where we are right flowers will never grow in the spring." Yehuda Amichai