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A Farewell Tribute to the Bellchoirs

My journey with the Resurrection bellchoir began during my sophomore year of high school. You see it was during this year, that I got a wild hair and dreamed of creating a unique ministry at my church of 16 years...the uniquely un-Catholic ministry of handbells. So, I wrote a heartfelt letter to the then pastor and explained how this ministry could provide a place of fellowship, teamwork, community and foster a deeper love for Jesus in its members and the listeners.

Well, it worked. We borrowed a set of bells for a year and the next year purchased them ...leading to the creation of The Resurrection Ringers. Since those first days of bell ringing, the choir has grown in both numbers and recognition. My second year directing (2005) we added a children's bellchoir...a great way for young minds to learn music and interact with their faith.

During my time leading the choirs we participated not only in events at our own church, but were asked to play at the Diocese of Phoenix's Honor Your Mother Celebration, The Knights of Columbus's Blue Mass at Corpus Christi (a Mass to honor the fallen firefighters and police officers and to honor the active service members), and St. Elizabeth's Parish. We crossed denominations by playing at 2 LDS fireside concerts. We also played at the Walk Through Bethlehem event, the celebration of Our Lady of Guadalupe and several women's tea parties and weddings.

I feel absolutely blessed to have been given the opportunity to direct these fine musicians. And I will miss our frenzied rehearsals, marking bell music and loading/unloading the fondly named, "bell-mobile".

Here is a video of our time downtown performing for the Honor Your Mother celebration. Thank you, bellchoirs for all your hard work and dedication!!!

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