Tomorrow morning during the worship service I am playing the
hymns on the piano, accompanying the organ.
I am excited and humbled to participate in the music in this way.
It is one of those tasks which I am utterly surprised I ever
get asked to do again. It’s a good thing
the organ is a lot louder than the piano. Even if I have enough time to
practice, and even if I get all the notes right and play ultra-musically during
the week, invariably I mess up on Sunday morning. To plagiarize Paul: I have the desire to do
what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not play the good note I want, but
the evil note I do not want to play is what I do play. (See Romans 7:18-19.)
So for me, playing the hymns in church is an exercise in
asking forgiveness in advance. I ask God
to redeem the foul notes and turn them into heavenly harmony.
I have extra praying to do for tomorrow morning, because the
first hymn, “Make Us One,” does not fit with my classical music training. It starts in the key of C. Easy – no sharps or flats! But right there in the second line, it
changes up and tricks my fingers. The
keys I’m supposed to play produce beautiful, if unusual, harmonies. But the keys my fingers find produce harmonies
that are just way too unusual. And then, just when I had gotten used to it
in the key of C, it modulates up a half-step to the key of D-flat, which has five
(5), count them, five (5) flats. This is
a challenge which my neuronal connections are not quite ready for. But the music must go on. Sing loud, folks! Don’t listen too closely to see if I play the
double-flats correctly.
The last hymn is, by contrast, an old favorite: “Joyful,
Joyful, We Adore Thee.” This arrangement
also has a grandiose final-verse finish, with a modulation from G to A-flat,
lots of gigantic chords and nifty moving bass lines, but the music director
excused me from playing that. The music
director is very wise.
Playing the hymns this week has been a particular comfort
and challenge for me. My father is very
ill. I am glad to be able to turn to
these hymns, both for their lyrics and music.
The challenge of playing them has given me something else to think about
besides Dad’s illness and Mom’s despair.
I especially like the 4th verse of “Joyful, Joyful”:
Mortals, join the mighty chorus
Which
the morning stars began;
Love
divine is reigning o’er us,
Leading
us with mercy’s hand.
Ever
singing, march we onward,
Victors
in the midst of strife.
Joyful
music leads us sunward
In
the triumph song of life!
So thanks, Mr. Music Director, all y’all hymn writers, Henry
Van Dyke, and Louie Von Beethoven, for letting me play along this week,
mistakes and all, struggling to be a victor in the midst of strife.
7 comments:
Sorry to hear your dad isn't doing well. I'll keep "all y'all" in my prayers.
I do miss the music at Hiland.
I'm so sorry to hear about your dad. Tough times.
We've been singing a new song in our church: The Colors. I like the song, but it's a Spanish song, and today they made us sing a verse in Spanish, which was quite a challenge. But very pretty.
Thanks for your kind words and prayers.
Cassie Renee. I wonder if that's the song 'De Colores" - "Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a me."
I'm sorry about your dad. Like you, I find more solace in the words of the old hymns than in the new worship tunes. That has always been a favorite of mine: Mortals join the mighty chorus."
Will pray for you and your dad and mom today.
Yes --Des Colores is the song. Very pretty song. Can you play it? :-)
I have the music for "Des Colores" somewhere. Yes, it is a pretty piece. It's probably easier than the piece I played on Sunday! And oops - sorry for adding an extra 'e' to your name.
This reminds me of when we first moved back to MN. I was asked to fill in on piano for church and after much internal deliberation I quite reluctantly agreed. I was so stressed. I hadn't really played much the entire time we were out in CA and I have only rarely had to play piano for much more than accompanying students, at least in my adult life. A few days before, the director called and told me someone else had agreed to to it. I can't recall the last time I felt such relief. I half thought maybe God was testing my submission to Him and since I had put my trust in Him and said yes, he let me off the hook. I hope your experience was far better than what I am guessing mine would have been! :)
Prayers for your father.
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