So despite feeling basically sick and gross since a colonoscopy Thursday (those of you under fifty, your time's a-comin'...), my wife talked me into going to a concert this afternoon at the local downtown Episcopal church, one that puts on concert events every month-plus or so. The particular event this afternoon, apparently an annual affair, was a Three-Organ Spectacular! Indeed, two extra organs were brought into the church and installed for the event to go along with that church's own very fine organ. My wife wanted to go in order to hear the main choral work on the program, a Mass for choir and two organs by Louis Vierne. (She sings in the local community chorus and one of her chorus friends also sings in this choir.)
The Vierne, which I didn't know, was good, and reminded me I should seek out more Vierne. That was in fact the only choral work on the program, which was otherwise studded with a variety of original pieces and arrangements mostly making use of multiple organs, naturally.
The final of two deliberate crowd-pleasers at the end of the concert was an arrangement of an arrangement. Choral singers are probably familiar with Peter Wilhousky's blowout arrangement of "Battle Hymn of the Republic," here rendered for those three organs plus a few pieces of percussion.
Oh, and a male quartet. Those four singers rendered the final stanza of the hymn, which (you might remember) is thus:
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me.
As he died to make men holy, let us live to make men free,
While God is marching on.
In this case I'm not going to pick on the notion that women, apparently, are meant to be left in bondage (though that's very pick-on-able). Nor am I going to go on about the weird fetish over the word "bosom." (I mean, ... huh?) Others can whale away on the whole militaristic image of God, even acknowledging that the hymn itself dates from the year of the beginning of the American Civil War.
No, I want to pick on that first line.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
Read it again.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
The thing is, that line kind of slips by when one is singing the whole hymn. By that time you've already been confronted with so much ... for now, we'll go with dated language and imagery that you have either (a) swallowed it all, (b) just resigned yourself to getting through it for now, or (c) checked out completely. As a result, the utter weirdness of this line might not jump out at you.
I have no idea what Julia Ward Howe was thinking. I don't know if this was what just jumped into her head and it fit the poetic meter she was working and, hey, why not? I truly have no idea.
Was there some little-known tradition about Jesus being born in a lily patch? Is this something like the holly and the ivy that somehow becomes a British Christmas carol?
The "Christ was born across the sea" part is correct enough. One can argue about how these pretty poetic lines of odd religiosity actually connect to the militarized final lines. But this ... this is just a strange image with no apparent connection to reality. I truly have no recollection of either Luke's or Matthew's nativity narratives mentioning lilies. Even if one wants to rationalize lilies for whatever, don't those normally connect to Easter instead of the Nativity? Where do these lilies come from???
My point (and I do have one) is this: we swallow all sorts of strange stuff when it comes to "favorite" hymns. Christmas carols (such as the aforementioned holly and ivy business) are full of it, but Easter hymns can go there too (although at least some metaphorical connection can usually be made). "But it's harmless," you might say, and maybe you're right, but are you sure? How often does our brain come up against such a thing and try to lodge a protest only to be shut down because that's my favorite hymn, dammit and it happens enough times that we eventually start to lose any critical faculties about hymns at all?
As you might guess if you read this blog, that's not something I'm in favor of. When something sounds strange or off, don't dismiss it. Go back over it again. Think about it. Interrogate it with scripture. To borrow from the modern vernacular, if you see something, say something.
Our congregational song gets soft and mushy if we can't manage to listen to it with a sound mind.
N.B. For the record I did do a Google Image search for that line. Plenty of Civil War imagery, plenty of pictures of Julia Ward Howe, and plenty of lilies, but none with Christ being born in the beauty of them.
Now imagine Christ being born in the midst of this...
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