Sunday, August 19, 2012

Tryggare Kan Ingen Vara

(Children of the Heavenly Father)



We had this today because it was a Covenant heritage Sunday of some sort. We have had this at a few funerals in my family, and it will likely be at mine. So it's misty for me as well as for the old Swedes who grew up on it. (Despite my Swedish ancestry, I never heard this until my twenties.)

It puts me in mind of CS Lewis's introduction to JB Phillips' Letters To Young Churches, the first published portion of his New Testament paraphrase.
...it may seem a sour paradox - we must sometimes get away from the Authorised Version,* if for no other reason, but simply because it is so beautiful and so solemn. Beauty exalts, but beauty also lulls. Early associations endear but they also confuse. Through that beautiful solemnity the transporting or horrifying realities of which the Book tells may come to us blunted and disarmed and we may only sigh with tranquil veneration when we ought to be burning with shame or struck dumb with terror or carried out of ourselves by ravishing hopes and adorations.
Exactly what happened to me. I thought of my mother, of my Great Aunt Selma Nordstrom, of cute children being taught this in Sunday School, and of Swede Nelson and Lois Palmquist singing this a few pews away. I didn't think of the Heavenly Father once, until just at the end when I realised what was happening.

*What we would call the King James Version.

5 comments:

Sam L. said...

God works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform.

You got there, if by round-about ways.

mdlkid said...

I would argue that in appreciating such beautiful music, and remembering His gifts (friends and family), you were thinking of Him in a far purer form than the obligatory. Those genuine thoughts of love and remembrance are seen, and God knows your heart.

Gringo said...

Beautiful music. Even agnostics like it. At least this one did. :)

Samuel Ernest said...

It's a beautiful version that you found. I've never heard it with a minor verse like that.

When I hear it, I just think of my mum. We connect most music, if not all, to specific memories or thoughts. Gosh, I'd pay anything for someone to scrub away the microphoned voice of my Catholic elementary school teacher singing "SHIIIIIINE JESUS SHIIIIIINE!" during various chapel services. Actually, it is a fond memory. Fond and shrill.

These associations can be reminders of God's faithfulness and graciousness to us. I think recognizing and being thankful for the tender memories can be worship in itself. Simple worship, though it may be.

soft said...

I would argue that in appreciating such beautiful music, and remembering His gifts (friends and family), you were thinking of Him in a far purer form than the obligatory. Those genuine thoughts of love and remembrance are seen, and God knows your heart.



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