What an honor to have been asked to read at St. Philip’s service of Lessons and Carols.
Matthew 1:18-23 in which St. Matthew tells of the birth of Jesus.
The famous scripture where Joseph determined to put away his espoused Mary privily, as the King James Version tells us. Then, the Angel comes to him in a dream, and, behold, he knows the child is of the Holy Ghost, and He shall save us from our sins.
Recovering from a cold, and, yes, it’s just a cold, my voice had the timbre of a croaking frog
Remember when Peter Brady’s voice changed? That was similar to my delivery when the appointed Sixth Lesson time approached.
After the choir finished Ave Maria as put to music by Philip Stopford, I made my way to the lectern
The lectern is in the shape of an eagle, symbol of St. John. Makes sense. “In the beginning was the Word…”
I started with “St. Matthew tells the birth of Jesus”
I ended with “…and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which, being interpreted is, God with us.”
A brief pause and then, “The Word of the Lord”
I walked back to our pew and enjoyed the rest of the service.
My wife, girls, and I were honored and privileged to share the pew with our friend Palmer Gaillard, who is a genuinely funny man. At least I think he is. Quick witted.
At the end of church, after the last “Thanks be to God! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!”, we chit chatted on our way out of the church.
Palmer looked me dead in the eye and said, “Hamlin, you read that precisely the way I wrote it.”
I replied, “Thanks, St. Matthew”
Not missing a beat, Palmer said, “Matt. My friends call me Matt.”
I’m still laughing