{ Another week in Lent 2023, and another collection of thoughts about music. It’s my writing discipline for this year, after previous years of writing about the forty people who’ve influenced my life, forty windows I’ve looked through or at, and forty panoramic images that spurred daily reflections. I write primarily for myself, but publicly in this blog, so I’m an open book. A hymn book today.}
This jazz guy has only been to New Orleans once. And while there, we visited Preservation Hall and its traditional jazz music. And I saw what was, at the time, the most expensive dinner tab I’d seen, thanks to the wine choices of my Episcopal priest companions. What took me to New Orleans? A hymnal.
It was 1982 and the Episcopal Church was publishing its first new hymnal since the 1940 version. It took an act of the Episcopal General Convention to authorize the new official book of hymns, and the move wasn’t without controversy. I was hired to shoot some video at the New Orleans site of that year’s convention, and one of the interviews was with a member of the Standing Commission that edited the new book. It was the first time I’d given any thought to how a denomination’s hymnal came together.
Not surprisingly, it’s a lot of work: musically and theologically, but also to find that mystical balance between beloved old favorites and the newer music that would reflect contemporary expressions of faith. When you think about it, you simply can’t keep adding new hymns without cutting out some old ones; the book would be too heavy to hold. So, the publishers of denominational hymnals must make difficult decisions, and church folk are good at raising ruckuses. “How dare they drop my favorite hymn?”
“When was the last time you sang it?”
“Ages ago! The pastor never chooses it.”
“Sorry.”
In the preface to that “new” 1982 (think about that) Episcopal hymnal, I found this paragraph.
“The Hymnal 1982 retains the best of the past and sets forth many riches of our own time. [The Standing Commission on Church Music] looked for theological orthodoxy, poetic beauty, and integrity of meaning. At the same time, the Commission was especially concerned that the hymnody affirm ‘the participation of all in the Body of Christ the Church, while recognizing our diverse natures of children of God.’ … Texts and music which reflect the pluralistic nature of the Church have been included, affording the use of Native American, Afro-American, Hispanic, and Asian material.”
The Hymnal 1982 Preface
And here we are 40 years later. Not being an Episcopalian, I’m unaware of a revised version of that 1982 collection, but surely something is in the works. The times, they are a-changin’. And so is singing the faith.
Our Presbyterian Church is still using the 1990 Presbyterian Hymnal, though it has been officially replaced by the 2013 edition called Glory to God:The Presbyterian Hymnal. Most “major” denominations have their own hymnals, but other non-denominational hymnals are available and widely used, and many churches add “supplements,” usually newer hymns and/or even really, really old favorites folks can’t let go of– even if the language is terribly dated, or imperialistic, or racist.
In a conversation with another retired pastor the other night, I was impressed by her remark that younger church-goers find much of the language of popular, well-known hymns archaic (when was the last time you raised your Ebenezer?) and much of the music just plain worn-out, passé, or otherwise clunky. And that’s another issue today’s composers of songs of faith must grapple with: what’s “contemporary” music, anyway? Must it be hip-hop?
Back in the 1960s folk music seemed cutting edge in worship. You know, guitar masses. Today, there are some “cowboy” churches, and I’m sure the music there grew far from folk into solid Nashville. Then there was Peter Scholtes’ 1966 “Bossa Nova Mass,” which gave us the song, “They’ll Know We’re Christians by Our Love” AKA “We Are One in the Spirit.” There have been several jazz masses since the 1950s, but they seem (sadly for me) used more for special, occasional services. (Fine examples of jazz in worship are found at www.presbybop.com.)
What about rock music? Well, what kind of rock? Emo? Metal? Soft? Progressive, whatever that means? A Moody Blues Mass? A Springsteen service? The music of Pink, or punk, or Puth (as in Charlie)? We’d all have to sing in separate rooms in the education building, because choosing music to sing with one voice in a sanctuary would be impossible. (And in Room 6, you can sing “In the Garden” and “Power in the Blood” if you are into the old stuff.) Therefore, we all have to bend a little. Or blend a little.
Recently I visited the Freemason Street Baptist Church in Norfolk, VA and saw that they had published their own hard-bound hymnal. They are not alone in that endeavor, but I really liked looking through the result of their quest to provide a variety of choices for their congregation. No, there’s no hip-hop (that I could find in a quick perusal), but I suspect some hymns could at least swing a bit, given the jazz-loving pastor there. I read through the introductory pages and found a couple of quotations I really liked.
“Songs are funny things. They can slip across borders. Proliferate in prisons. Penetrate hard shells. I always believed that the right song at the right moment could change history.”
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger said that, and those Baptist hymnal editors placed that comment under the heading “Changing the World.” Hymns might be able to help; faith certainly does. Thus, the editors add: In this sense, it is like the church itself, wrestling to balance its desire to preserve a beloved past, even as it honors Christ’s call to go out to serve the ever-changing world with new songs as well as old. The second quotation I liked in that hymnal comes from Zoltan Kodaly:
“It is not worth singing for ourselves; it is nicer if two people sing together. Then more people: hundreds, thousands, until the huge harmony can be heard in which we all just can be one, indeed.”
Found in the Hymnal of Freemason Street Baptist Church
Being one as we sing is a joyful challenge. So many wonderful voices mixed with folks who can’t carry a tune in a tuna casserole dish. But we have a faith well worth proclaiming in song and assorted joyful noises.
More on this tomorrow…