When I attended Eastern Mennonite College (now University) in the early sixties the highlight of its fall homecoming weekend was an annual performance of A. R. Gaul's oratorio "The Holy City." Nearly 200 students formed a mass choir for the cappella performance, joined by scores of alumni who returned to their alma mater to take part in this EMC tradition.
The first campus performance was in 1922, but the first annual rendition was in 1933, with a final performance in 1970. Many began to refer to EMC homecomings as "Holy City Weekend," and the chapel auditorium was typically packed for the event.
Gaul's work was popular in the early part of the twentieth century, and included some beautiful arias and choruses based mostly on scripture texts.
Next only to Handel's Messiah, words and tunes from The Holy City still resonate in my head and occupy a large space in my heart.
In a recent visit with a fellow graduate and current neighbor who is bedfast and in an advanced stage of cancer, I felt led to sing several memorable lines.
I could have wept. Some texts and tunes are enough to make your heart hurt.

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