Some of you are aware that I’m part of the Millennial Choirs and Orchestras (MCO) in Orange County (OCMCO). I’ve been part of this great organization for three years now, and while I don’t love EVERY minute, it’s been an incredible experience for me.
Our concert was a week and a half ago, and it was the most ambitious concert to date. We performed almost the entire oratorio of Mendelssohn’s Elijah.
If you don’t know Mendelssohn’s Elijah, you are really missing out. It’s an incredible piece of music second only to Handel’s Messiah. It’s beautiful. Stunning. Incredible. And we memorized the entire thing. Which is stinkin’ hard to do. I’m still kind of in shock that we pulled it off, even though our directors are pretty much capable of doing anything they put their minds to.
Anyway, before getting to the meat of the performance, there was a little bit of back story about the history of the Israelites, so as to remind the audience of why Elijah’s story matters in the first place.
So the show started with the song “Deliver Us” from The Prince of Egypt.
Now, we rehearse every single week, and sometimes twice. I’d been through this song a million times. We even went through dress rehearsal without incident.
But during our first concert, when we’re standing on stage, singing our hearts out, the girl portraying Moses’s mother stood on the stage, rocking that fake baby in her arms, singing to him about hoping he’d have a good life and that one day he might return.
And I straight up started crying right in the middle of the show. While I was standing right there on the stage.
Now, it wasn’t big, weepy tears or anything. In fact, I’m sure NO ONE noticed. But I did. And I was really surprised. Because I know the Moses story as well as any other story from the Bible. Probably even better than most of the other stories in the Bible. I’ve read it a million times. Or ten, at least.
So I have no idea why I was suddenly so overcome with emotion in that moment. I just suddenly felt all of the feelings that Moses’s mother must have felt as she was sending her young baby off to an unknown future and my heart broke for her.
And I cried. Right there on the stage.
Because of Moses.
But also because of mothers.
I hope you all had a lovely Mother’s Day. I know this post is a day late, but I think the spirit of Mother’s Day should really last all year long. Just like Christmas.