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Devotion

Each week the staff I serve alongside meet for a short time of “devotion.”  We each bring our own insight and thought as we take turns leading.  I’ve begun publishing a Wednesday devotion to some of the ministers I serve alongside and wanted to publish it here as well.  This is what I sent last week.

As we move toward Lent some consider it a time of wilderness journey or following Jesus as he makes his way to Jerusalem during his public ministry.  This old, old, hymn sets a good pace for Lent and our daily practice of Christian faith.

Just a Closer Walk with Thee
anonymous /unknown

I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I’ll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.

Refrain:
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.

Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

When my feeble life is o’er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o’er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore.

Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

I created a short video for this old favorite.  My thanks to my friend Adam for sending me the music that was a live performance at the memorial service for one of our TCU Religion professors, Dr. Daryl Schmidt. You can watch it here: http://vimeo.com/54668299

As we move toward Lent and discover what wholeness can mean in our fragmented world this year, meditating on the prayer attributed to St Francis may enlighten our journey, our walk with Jesus of Nazareth, and the good news of God that can be shared.

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is error, truth;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, Grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Sightings from Marty

I like it when Martin Marty’s Sightings gets me thinking and this weeks did that this morning about niche.  Some of my denomination’s seminaries are battling the idea of becoming “boutique” institutions of higher education for ministry serving a “niche” market.  The ATS, the institution that does accreditation for graduation theological seminaries, is adapting to niche seminaries because the ATS needs member institutions for its own existence.  It makes one wonder how objective it can be in granting accreditation.  I digress.  Thanks, Martin Marty, for asking me to ponder how we need each other in our niche.

Pipe Organs as a Niche Market
Martin Marty | Sightings | Feb 10, 2014

The American Organist magazine delights us each month as it serves the several thousands of us who, I am told, have to be content with inhabiting a “niche market.” After having paid respects to the pipe-organ and organist niche in the paragraphs ahead, I want to explore the place of “niches” in American religion. The concern is inspired by curiosity about what matters when we talk, as we do in Sightings, about “public religion.”

The son and brother of three teachers who played the organ in worship as part of their call and calling, and someone who haunts sanctuaries when organists are noisily practicing in the quiet of a Saturday afternoon, I have a (literally) life-long passion for the instrument. Twice the American Guild of Organists has indulged that passion by letting me pretend I knew enough about the subject to speak at plenary sessions of their annual conventions. (This year the convention is in Boston, June 23-24: www.AGOBoston2014.org)

Now: The writers of the Organist know that their constituency is aging and dwindling—as am I—but still the magazine is always full of signs of vitality. In the February issue, advertisements of organ recitalists include portraits of, on various pages, 24, 36, 12, and 9 ready-to-go artists. Needless to say, there are also many pages advertising organ-builders, with examples of their art pictured.

Two times a week we hear programs of organ music on satellite radio, an aural “niche” within a niche. Across the street and down and up the block (again, “literally”) we Martys can hear great organs, and each week we leave our own house of worship with a postlude, which propels us to face the days ahead. So much for organs. My thesis?

Used as we are talking about millions and billions, Superbowl this and Olympic-sized that, we can be tempted to speak of “religion” as one big thing, and thus something easy to dismiss if any part of it fails us, or to fasten on “mega-“ this or that, and to miss much of value.

Jews heard that they were an “elect” people, who in their elect status were to sally forth as a “light to the nations.” Christianity was a niche phenomenon within Judaism, and even now, (nominally) two-billion strong, it serves, if not best, then at least exemplarily, in hospital and hospice rooms, pre-school religious classrooms, local parishes, ventures by collegians in service projects, inner-city agencies among the poor, and, yes, at organ recitals where the religious affirmation of beauty gets realized.

That paragraph can be read wrong, which may mean that I did a bad job of elaborating on my thesis-of-the-week. It is not a celebration of smallness for its own sake or elitism of the elect or snobbery about those who do not share a particular niche. Instead, it recognizes, as we historians of religion often note, that value, beauty, and service can find expression away from the crowd. At the same time, it uses the niche of the pipe-organ world to show regard for industry and artistry in one of the niches.

So I think of the thousands of hours that go into the building and care of organs, the teaching of students, the practice-times, which seem never to stop. Somewhere else children’s choirs are learning their part in their niche, as they hope to serve people outside it. In the best theological seminary settings, teachers of homiletics keep trying to train new generations of preachers who might become bearers of prophetic words.

All of which brings me back to the organ. If I have faith and I find it weak, I am likely to let the sound of organs, which is not necessarily the choice for everyone, speak and remind me that there are other niches, other voices, and we need each other.

Resources and Additional Reading:

The American Organist Magazine, the official magazine of the American Guild of Organists. http://www.agohq.org/tao/.

Thistlethwaite, Nicholas and Geoffrey Webber, eds. The Cambridge Companion to the Organ. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2013.

Blanton, Joseph Edwin. The Organ in Church Design. New York: Venture Press, 1957.

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