I’ve been a closet singer for quite some time.
At this Christmas mass, I sang as best I could, then something unexpected happened. The choir came from the loft onto the Alter for the Hallelujah chorus. As they prepared, the priest announced that anyone who would like to sing with the choir should come foreward. My heart pounded as I collected my nerve, and, in my cargo pants and ski coat, sporting a head of gnarly hair, I walked toward the Alter from the back of the church. I was one of only two people from the whole church to attempt and sing, the other being a local news anchorman.
He has a wonderful voice.