Last spring, the church choir I sang in was part of a Passion Play (on Palm Sunday). So the service went something like this–Congregational singing of a couple of traditional Palm Sunday songs (While Jesus and his disciples milled around through the congregation with small children waving palms). Then there was the announcement time, and prayer time, and then the Passion Play. With the choir and some musicians providing background music, the actors acted out the Last Supper, Jesus praying in the Garden, the trial with Pontius Pilate, the Crucifixion, an earthquake, and finally, the body was taken down from the cross, wrapped up in a sheet, and carried out the door feet first.
For all of this, most of the choir was located behind a scrim–to make us less distracting to the audience. This meant that it was hard to see exactly what was going on–though the whole being nailed to the cross thing was audible. (Note: the guy playing Jesus was in fact TIED to the cross, the nails went into the cross, but not into his body).
Sitting in the choir loft, it is impossible to judge what the congregation felt-- and there is this weird sense of disconnect sometimes when you are part of a performance, even if that performance is part of a chuch service. Still, several people who were seated where they could in fact see what was going on, mentioned that watching made them tear up (or worse).
And that’s besides the fact that the music we sang was both musically difficult, and somewhat emotionally difficult–I can’t tell you who wrote the music we sang during the trial scene(it is apparently fairly well known, among people who’d know that kind of stuff) but there is something heartrending about shrieking “He is death guilty, he is death guilty, Take him, Take him, let us crucify him” at the top of your range repeatedly.
Even apart from such a dramatic moment, there are a number of sopranos in that choir who sometimes cry (or talk about crying) during anthems, especially those for special occassions. Including one who has trouble with “A Mighty Fortress is our God” and “For All the Saints”-- both of which were sung at her mother’s funeral.