Best Worst Hymn Sing Ever (Sept. 6/Labor Day)

So this morning our instructions from Krista were to go out and be hospitable today. She soon relased both RAD (My group) and DOOR (MCC's Program) into chicago to be hospitable to the people around us. At first I considered spending an intire day with a homeless person (or as long as they allowed), getting them lunch and just talking with them or simply sitting with them if they didn't want to talk. I really liked this idea, but before we got back to our stop on the redline I was convinced by Gloria, Leigh, and Karsten to come with them and sing hymns to people in a Hospital.

After getting back to the flat and practicing/teaching Leigh hyms we set out to find a place to sing. We first tried the hospital down the street but were rejected because the visitors coordinator wasn't there that day and we needed someone to show us around and such. They then directed us to a nursing home only a few blocks away. Once their we were warmly welcomed and preformed for a courtyard sized audience of Elderly folk as well as a few family members there to visit on Labor Day. Although we practiced some, it wasn't Berky Avenue in the least. We had to teach the songs to our Saprano who didn't know almost any because she came from a methodist church.  Besides that It was often hard for me to maintain singing tenor while playing Ukulele and I often dropped the tenor. With all these hinderances remember that were not very practiced together and the four of us just kinda worked our way through it. It sound great at times, but it wasn't my church I'm used to. I'm guessing that they had never heard live four part harmonies, and if they did it could have been 50 years ago.  After finishing our group of songs, our hosts demanded us to eat lunch. They said "here have some food" and proceeded to hand us four plates full of food without much of an option to refuse the food. So we all ate our 2nd lunch of the day because we had already eatin at JPUSA an hour before hand. After we ate came the best part of the singing. We went to the 4th floor and sang in each lobby coming down. it was the 4th floor the one we started on that was most striking, It was a group of very old residents who sat around in wheel chairs all day. Did apeared as if they had no intended schedule for the day but just sat mostly silent looking around. It was a little bit of a way to know I made a difference to someone. I recieve joy in being the event of the day for them.