I see that a new version of “Name That Tune” will be broadcast in the new year. You know that game, that show. Someone guesses the name of tune from notes played. Actually, in the versions I have seen before, the guess is more based on the questions that are asked than it is on the notes that are played. “I can name that tune in one note” says the contestant. Because he or she knows the answer from the clues that were given. Not because they can figure out the song from a single note. How many songs start with the same note? Lots, I suspect.
I suppose it might be possible if the song was your song. Recognizing your song by one note, I mean. Your song. Which might mean a song you wrote. Or it might be a song that resonates in your soul. A song that somehow sheds light on life itself; that speaks of deep meanings and truth, the truth by which you live your life. Your song. Your soul music.
Christmas time is a time of music. Especially this year, in this separated, distant season. We need music to speak to us, to speak for us. We’ve gone through our entire Christmas music collection and are still craving more. We replay, but also seek out new music. Or music that isn’t just Christmas music and yet has somehow come to speak of the season. I dug out our cd of the Messiah today. We think of the Messiah as Christmas music, but it is more. I played the Nutcracker Suite from the Tchaikovsky collection yesterday. It was combined with excerpts from the Sleeping Beauty Ballet, but that was ok. I needed to hear it.
But there are other songs that speak to our soul these days. I found one last year that came back to me again this Advent. It is an unusual choice, I’ll admit. Better Days by the Goo Goo Dolls. Never been a big Goo Goo fan, to be honest. But someone directed my attention to this adventish song. And I was captured by it.
And you asked me what I want this year / And I try to make this kind and clear / Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days / 'Cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings / And designer love and empty things / Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-kHleNYIDc
Songwriter and lead singer for the Dolls, John Rzeznik sang an acoustic version of this song from his front porch during the first lockdown and it was streamed on Facebook, and he encouraged his fans to stay safe and do what was needed during this time. Even as he and all of us hoped for better days. I don’t know what the numbers were for that stream, but I’m sure it tapped into something deep in all of us.
So take these words and sing out loud / 'Cause everyone is forgiven now / 'Cause tonight's the night the world begins again
Luke 1:46-55 And Mary said, "My soul magnifies the Lord, 47 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, 48 for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed; 49 for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name. 50 His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation. 51 He has shown strength with his arm; he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts. 52 He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly; 53 he has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty. 54 He has helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy, 55 according to the promise he made to our ancestors, to Abraham and to his descendants forever."
Mary didn’t write this song, but it was still soul music for her. It came from the depths of her new experience. Mary was be all accounts very young, a teenager or even preteen. And yet there is a depth here. A surprising prophetic depth that can barely be understood, let alone explained.
A few verses earlier in Luke’s account she is standing with a puzzled look on her face in front of an angel. “How can this be?” she squeaks. It is beyond her, this whole event, this Annunciation, and you can hear the capital A in the description. Certainly Mary could. She knew, somehow, that this was big, bigger than her and for some unexplainable reason including her. “How can this be?”
And now, in the presence of another, a woman too old to be a mother, more suited for the geriatric ward than obstetrics, Mary - too young to be a mother - sings with a wisdom beyond her scant years. Sounding like a prophet of old, she should have slipped in a “thus saith the Lord” somewhere along there, then we wouldn’t have had reason to doubt where she stood. She stands in a line of proclaimers who want us to know that God is about to turn the world upside down. And she does it with a song. A song of praise and hope, a song of confidence and glory, a song of blessing and presence. A song of completion though all is just barely begun.
It is because she now sees differently. The life within her has affected her vision, and she sees the better days that are just beyond our reach, or already here but hidden. And she sees it so clearly will be becomes an is. Notice all the past tense verbs in Mary’s song. “He has shown strength... He has scattered … He has brought down and lifted up … He has filled the hungry, He has send away the full. He has. Not He will, or He might, or maybe someday something like this just might occur. He has, Mary sings. From her soul. The soul now giving life to God, the soul now housing the savior, about to birth the hope of the world. No wonder she sings soul music.
Soul music, according to one definition is gospel music that has gone to town. The styles, the forms, the passion of gospel music burst out of the church and began to address the world, secular themes and issues and became known as soul music. The gospel at loose in the world. What better description for Mary’s song can we find than that? This isn’t simply a song about spiritual themes and churchy attitudes. This isn’t a song about faith development divorced from interaction in a messy and broken world. This is soul music, echoing the cry of a heart longing for redemption and the hope of a faith resting in the promises of God while working through the body of Christ to bring this hope to reality in the world in which we live.
No doubt there are some music aficionados out there who are thinking to themselves, “I’ve heard some of what is called soul music and it sounds about as far from the gospel as you can get.” And you’d be right. That’s always the danger when you take your faith to work outside of the church, it can get messy, it can get confusing, it can lose its way. It happens at times, that’s part of the risk of living your faith. But it can also get deeper, get stronger, get more real. Listen closely, those themes, that hope is still out there, being sung by those who wouldn’t call themselves churchy types, in fact go out of their way to distance themselves from us. And yet the passions, the hopes still bubble away out there. And maybe our job is to see with new eyes this world in which we live.
I need some place simple where we could live / And something only you can give / And that's faith and trust and peace while we're alive / And the one poor child who saved this world / And there's ten million more who probably could / If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them
Said a prayer with our hands and our pockets as well as our words. Sang our songs, our soul music with motions, actions; not just emphasizing but enacting the better days we know are right here, right around the corner. Soul Music. Christmas is the perfect time for soul music. No, better than that, Christmas demands soul music. Demands that we be in touch with our souls, the deepest part of ourselves, the connective tissue of all our relationships, and most of all, the hope. No, the Hope, that we can begin to see better days.
From our house to all of yours, from our corner of the social isolation to yours, from our souls to yours, La Donna and I wish you the merriest of Christmases, and the better days of the New Year.
Shalom, Derek
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