I played a church service today on the organ. My splint allowed me to move my four healthy fingers freely, so it went fairly well, actually. Before I decided that it would be an okay thing to even attempt, I sent an email to my former organ teacher, and my former boss/pastor at my old church of employ. They were both supportive of my desire to attempt this, reharmonizing hymns as necessary, and covering the melody vocally. Of course, Deacon Kristina didn't hesitate to call attention to my limitations, but did it with humor, as the supply priest that day was also wearing a splint on his left hand. We were quite a pair.
One point of support was the additional musicians who played the service, a flautist and a professional cellist, formerly a member of the Oregon Symphony. The only criticism I received was from a congregation member who lamented that I played too loud for her taste. That is the first time I have heard that comment on my organ playing. I can't say it was a West Coast thing, because my congregation in Portand, Oregon, always wanted me to play louder. My former pastor, from my last church job, was trained as an organist, and said he always wanted a stop called "the crusher". Diapasons and principles were not enough for that guy!
One point of support was the additional musicians who played the service, a flautist and a professional cellist, formerly a member of the Oregon Symphony. The only criticism I received was from a congregation member who lamented that I played too loud for her taste. That is the first time I have heard that comment on my organ playing. I can't say it was a West Coast thing, because my congregation in Portand, Oregon, always wanted me to play louder. My former pastor, from my last church job, was trained as an organist, and said he always wanted a stop called "the crusher". Diapasons and principles were not enough for that guy!