Theology and Hymnody

Editor's Note: The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel is away this month on his vacation. While he is away our Associate Rector, the Rev. Anne Thatcher, will be writing for the Rector's Note.

Young Choir Campers in the chancel at St. Martin's, are led by co-teacher Rae Ann Anderson. The nave of the church is in the background with two girls singing from open folders in the main ground, and other seated campers in the foreground.

Both the parish house and the sanctuary have been filled this week with music, children’s voices, joy, and laughter. Choir Camp is in full swing. St. Martin’s, under the leadership of our Director of Music, Erik Meyer, is focused on giving the gift of choir music to our young people.

The other week I preached on the power of committing scripture to memory and how we often don’t realize that we already know a verse or even a Psalm by heart. Both words and music form us unconsciously. Hymnody is full of theology that we absorb each time we sing a particular hymn or worship tune. Poetry, theology, and scripture are the bedrock of the ancient and modern hymns of the church.

It is easier to see when you can read the verses without the musical notes lining the entire text…

“Of the Father’s love begotten 

‘Er the worlds began to be 

He is Alpha and Omega 

He the Source the Ending he 

Of the things that are, that have been, 

And that future years shall see 

Evermore and evermore.”

I realized after high school that I had Psalm 23 memorized, along with the hymn I just quoted above, because we sang them set to music in the North Salem High School concert choir. We often learn more quickly when the words or lessons are set to music or rhythms. I still remember chanting my times tables for my mother when I was seven. I can still remember three of the first choir songs I learned in fourth grade with my elementary school choir. All three, while secular, had messages of unity, inclusion, and love.

Giving the gift of music to children is incredibly important for their artistic development and music in the Christian tradition is tremendous for their spiritual development. The theology in our music enfolds and permeates the soul. They are learning that God is love in a multitude of musical settings, surrounded by the voices of friends and peers. The seeds are planted and who knows how and when they will grow?

Sometimes on visits to St. Martin’s members in the hospital I have looked up their favorite hymns on YouTube and played them in the room on my phone. We have sung together the old favorites that people remember from their childhood and youth. These hymns provide comfort in the midst of affliction and anxiety. The ability to connect with a loved one continues through music even when speaking is no longer possible. Some people are still able to sing and respond to music. Music embedded with theology is a balm for the soul.

Next time you pick up a hymnal, take a few minutes to ponder the theological foundation of the verses that you are singing. Do you have a favorite hymn or verse? Why is it so important to you and why do you carry it close to your heart? May you raise your Ebenezer, mourn by the waters of Babylon, claim the almighty fortress of God, and find comfort in the music of the Messiah.

Blessings,
The Rev. Anne Thatcher
Associate Rector

Interim Rector's Note: The Blessing of the Pets

Editor's Note: Since this is Rev. Kerbel’s first week back, Rev. Taylor was gracious enough to leave us one more post from her for us to use this week. Today is St. Francis' Day and by our tradition, we'll be offering pet blessings on Sunday, October 7. We have two times and locations for you: here at St. Martin’s at 12:30 p.m., and at Pastorius Park at 1:30 p.m.

The Rev. Phyllis Taylor

When I was a child we had a dog named Trigger. He wasn’t much to look at and he wasn’t terribly clever, but we loved him. He was our dog.

He was willing to play with us, and he would take on just about any role we assigned him. He would wear a baby bonnet and lie on his back in a doll stroller while my friends and I walked him around the block. He would allow my brother to strap a holster and six-shooter around his middle and he would mosey out with “the boys” to clear the neighborhood of outlaws. He was a good sport.
He was a great support. He would walk alongside me while I delivered the newspapers on my paper route. In the winter, it was dark and cold and often snowing (it was Canada, after all) but Trigger still kept me company, block after block. He was a faithful friend.

He was a good listener and dear comforter. He always knew when we needed a cuddle. Many a time his fur was soaked with tears as we poured out our childhood troubles to him. He accepted everything we had to tell him without judgment.

Our dog taught me a lot about God.

Years after Trigger had gone to Doggie Heaven, I took my first confirmation class on a retreat to the convent the Sisters of Saint Margaret had in Germantown. Some of the children were shy. Some were a bit leery about staying overnight in a convent with nuns. Some were less than enthusiastic about a “retreat” with all that religious stuff.

When we rang the doorbell, however, it was answered by a nun and a dog. A big, soft, smiley, retriever sort of dog. He wagged his tail in greeting. He followed the children around, joined them for a movie, mooched a few snacks during their discussion. When it was time for each of the chapel services, the dog came too. He flopped down near the altar and listened to the prayers and the readings and the singing. It seemed perfectly appropriate.

That convent dog taught the children a lot about God.

I’m glad that this Sunday the people of St. Martin’s are bringing their beloved pets to be blessed. Their animals bless them every day. It’s time to stand together, human and animal, and thank God for all the blessings we are to one another.

In the words of St. Francis, “All creatures of our God and King, lift up your voices, let us sing: Alleluia, alleluia!”

Blessings,
The Rev. Phyllis Taylor
Interim Rector