Photo Courtesy While attending Bible college, I was invited to play in the school's handbell choir. What a unique experience. I was not a music major. I didn't (and sadly still don't) play the piano. I could read music, play the flute, and had a willing heart. Someone had donated a magnificent full set of bells to the college. The handles were strong, sturdy, and a rich black. The bells, a shimmering gold reflecting every speck of light. We had special white gloves and could only touch the bells when wearing the gloves. Playing a bell ended up being an interesting process. The flapper did its job, plunk and a crimson tone rang. Each of us had to be careful not to tip our bell until the proper time. But when the music score indicated our note we arced our arm, flicked our wrist, and held the bell out to sound. To make the sound stop we pulled our arm back and touched the bell just beneath our shoulder. No one person played the melody o...
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