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The 31-Day Blog Challenge, Day Fifteen: What Am I Doing?

Today’s writing prompt:

31 DAY BLOG CHALLENGE, DAY 15: “Timeline of my day”.

Fine. Let’s take today, shall we?

 

6:00 AM … alarm goes off. Amazingly, I get up.

7:00 AM … in the car and away, to the east.

7:40 AM … arrive at my church gig. I am alone in the parking lot, which is not a surprise, because it’s still Absurd O’Clock. Go in, determine that there’s no special musical furniture to set up for the morning’s service.

8:20 AM … rehearse a couple of quick musical items with my musical partner-in-crime (-slash- brother-in-law) and niece for an event later in the day.

8:23 AM … done with that. Efficiency!

8:30 AM … begin the choir “early bird” session. Earlier this program year, we began offering a 15-minute extra session for the benefit of the folks who travel for business during the week and can’t get to Thursday night rehearsal. Not only are people not abusing the opportunity (i.e., “oh, I don’t feel like going to choir Thursday; I’ll just catch up Sunday morning”) … lots of people who did get to rehearsal are showing up to the early bird session, just to get one more chance to live with the notes and rhythms. Such that, for the first month or two, people who showed up on time for the “official” 8:45 AM start time looked around, worried that they were late. … I’ll take it!

9:30 AM … Sunday service begins. And progresses. Choir delivers two anthems – gliding neatly through Harold Friedell’s “Draw Us In the Spirit’s Tether”, and fighting hard for every note in our a cappella rendition of Thomas Tallis’ “If Ye Love Me”. Gads I love these folks. And they sing pretty too.

11:00 AM … extra-lengthy service (full of Confirmation liturgy and such) concludes. While many people rush for coffee hour, a few of us gather in the choir room to rehearse a quick musical item for next week’s afternoon concert-series date. More on that item in a separate post!

11:40 AM … hit the road, bound for a congregation couple’s house, wherein the annual “staff appreciation lunch” will occur.

12:00 PM … our staff/parish relations committee appreciates the staff; the staff appreciates them. And the spread. Yummmm.

1:40 PM … hit the road again, bound for the sound check for the Composers Concert held by the Worcester chapter of the American Guild of Organists.

2:40 PM … probably thanks to a poor choice of route, arrive there 20 minutes later than I wanted to. Just about get things set up by the time …

3:00 PM … concert starts.

4:30 PM … concert ends. Briefly we stand, smile, chat, say “yay concert”, and realize we’re all (sister, brother-in-law, niece, nephew, mother) really hungry.

5:00 PM … arrive and immediately get seated at a very fine Worcester seafood eatery, and stuff our faces – I may not eat again until 9 o’clock. Tomorrow morning. Yummmm.

6:20 PM … return home, and begin writing the day’s 31-Day Blog Challenge item.

 

Many of my weekdays are not as busy as this particular Sunday.

 

This is the life.

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May 15, 2016 Posted by | arts, blogging, choir, family, music | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Clap Clap Clap

[Ed. Note: Here’s a piece that will probably run this week in The Chronicle, the weekly electronic newsletter of the church at which I gig.]

 

“This past Sunday, if you had been a newcomer to this congregation, I am imagining that there was one feature of the service that confused the heck out of you:

“So when DO I applaud?

“As a musician, the reason I’m thinking this is: there were some downright counterintuitive moments of congregational response, as it related to the musical offerings of the day.

“[1] At prelude time, Kevin and our trumpeting friend Richard Given presented J.S. Bach’s ‘Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring’, and I believe I recall applause. [2] At offertory time, the choir launched the grand and glorious Ralph Vaughan Williams setting of ‘For All the Saints’, and after its firm and forthright conclusion … no one clapped. Instead, there was a gentle, almost unspoken ‘mmmm’ from the congregation. [3] During Communion, Kevin and Richard brought forth a gently swinging rendition of ‘Just a Closer Walk With Thee’, and it got applause – causing Pastor Joel to do a small eye-take, and causing a few choir members and me to whisper to ourselves, ‘we don’t often applaud right in the middle of Communion, do we? Oh well, it was Good Tunes…’ [4] And after the rousing closing hymn, which was text set to the grand old Beethoven ‘Ode to Joy’ melody and featured a blasting brass arrangement that was decidedly based on moments from its Symphony-No.-9 source, and therefore was played at near-jet-engine decibel levels (well… maybe not THAT loud) … no applause.

“Wh’-what?

“Take note: above, I described these pieces of music as offerings. I didn’t call them performances; and I never do. A worship service isn’t a concert; and the choir and other assorted musicians are really offering up their art to God … although admittedly the congregation gets hit with it on its way by! And whatever effect the musical offering can have on a congregation is also all to the good.

“If this were a concert, we would have some idea as to the proper times to clap. At a musical comedy, it would be right after just about every piece of music. At a classical concert, it would be after each piece, except if a piece was one of several pieces in a multi-movement work like a symphony; then only after the last of a set. At a jazz club, people also clap in the middle of a tune after a soloist has completed her or his improvised solo. At a rock concert, very often they’ll clap any old time they want.

“In church?

“Ordinarily, I’d suggest that it’s much more complicated than mere protocol. If it’s one of those bouncy African-American spirituals, or one of those more contemporary ‘praise songs’ with drums and bass and such, then applause seems to work, either borne of the songs’ emotion or its resemblance to pop music. If it’s a quiet, contemplative choir anthem, then maybe not. If it’s a choir anthem that appeared to take lots of skill, or was quite forceful at the end, then we tend toward the trained response of clapping. If it’s a calm organ prelude, then both the lack of a dramatic stinger at the end and the selection’s placement in the order of service may dictate no applause.

“So the response to Sunday’s music, again, may have made a new churchgoer a little flustered. Do I clap? Do I not? And nobody wants to be the single person who claps, and then looks around. (Early this program year, a number of choir anthems finished, and it sounded as if that single person clapped and then other people jumped in and clapped too, as if not wishing to let that first person feel embarrassed!)

“Short of buying a flashing applause sign, as used to be used in the days of live radio variety show broadcasts, all I can say is … in church, please don’t feel obligated to applaud … but if the Spirit moves ya…!

“*sigh* There are no set rules. There is just what seems appropriate in the moment. Didn’t make that any easier, did I?”

November 3, 2015 Posted by | music, SUMC | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Decline and Fall of What, Exactly?

Just read an intriguing article that addresses the subject of “why are fewer and fewer people attending church regularly?!” The author, a Lutheran pastor based in western Canada, challenges the notion that we’re witnessing the decline and fall of Christianity. Rather, he suggests that it may actually be more of a course correction.

The Rev. Erik Parker suggests that the so-called “Golden Era of Church” in 1950s America, where (it was at least perceived) everybody who was anybody attended services religiously (ha!) on Sunday mornings, etc etc, was itself an extreme. Or at least anybody who called themselves Christian did. (Can’t speak for the Jewish folk, for example.)

The church I attended as a little kid in the 1970s seemed to me to be Huge And Active. Of course, I was very short, so everything seemed bigger than me; but Active was undeniable. Or maybe my folks just made sure I was there a lot. But it seemed also as if everyone else’s folks made sure of that too. It was, of course, easier because for a good long while, things like sports practices weren’t scheduled anywhere near Sunday morning, so where else to go but church? Seemingly. Other than “right back to bed”.

Years later, I got smart and started to think, what must the Jewish people think of all those college football games etc etc etc on a Saturday? That’s their Sabbath, after all …

At least during the 20th century, the people in charge of organizing and scheduling (and sanctioning!) activities within American society were not of many faiths other than Christianity, as it worked out. As we push on into the 21st century, a lot of us are recognizing that there are lots of other religious faiths out there … actually not so much “out there” as “in here”, alongside us – this country being famously put up as a melting pot, or a tossed salad, or a “give me your tired, your poor, your anyone-who-thinks-that-coming-here-will-make-their-lives-better” sort of place.

Goodness, not everyone you pass on the street now’days is Guaranteed Judeo-Christian anymore; whatever shall we do?

Rev. Parker supposes that this might be described more properly as the decline of “cultural Christianity” in North America. (One could argue that this is hogwash, since the months of November and December are saturated by media messages and commercials addressing Merry Christmas! and such. On the other hand, I don’t see an equivalent March or May full of mass-media encouragement to get my Easter or Pentecost shopping done. But on the other other hand, isn’t gift-giving and Christmas trees derived from Pagan tradition?)

Which could be what bugs people who are tied to Christianity in ways that focus more on the Retention Of Power And Influence, and the Increasing The Numbers Because Numbers Mean Majorities And Majorities Make The Rules … than they focus on the Spreading Of (or even the Living Of Your Life According To) The Good Word.

And for the first time in a while, while reading this article and considering the group of people whose goal is maintaining a Christian majority in the world, as if this were one of the teachings of Christ – “go, and make fishers of as many men as possible, so as to dominate the world” [a group of people who represent just an absurdly easy target for Another Blog Post For Another Day] … I was reminded of a fortnight that I slogged my way through, while I was working at my first job, fresh out of college.

It was a biomedical technology company, and this recent journalism-degree recipient’s light-assembly manufacturing department position wasn’t going to the last stop on his lifetime employment tour. But it brought in a few bucks for me to sock away until the real thing came along.

Which is not to say that I didn’t work alongside fine people. Besides the bunch of MIT-trained chemists and other scientist types in the labs down the hall, who were borderline geniuses and yet still capable of engaging lunchtime conversation, my colleagues in the small manufacturing area were blue-collar, salt-of-the-earth types whose common sense was undeniable (even if their devotion to FM pop radio was also undeniable) (although, credit where credit is due, for the first hour of the day we did tune in public radio news).

Except for one. We’ll call him Jay. Nice enough guy. Young fella, probably not many years older than my just-out-of-college self. Relatively new to the area – moved East from the Rockies, settled in the suburbs of Boston and found this manufacturing gig. Friendly cat.

Persistent, too. Ordinarily a good characteristic.

One of my jobs in this little manufacturing enclave was to sit behind an ultrasonic welder, an amazing device that used high-frequency sound waves to weld pieces of plastic together. None of this glue stuff for us! Plus, glue or other adhesives would probably mess with the biomedical sensing devices that were being sealed into these little plastic modules. I wore a pair of earplugs that would allow me to hear conversations and the nearby radio, but would keep my eardrums from being fried within a week.

Shame the earplugs didn’t screen out more than ultra-high frequencies. Jay would wander over to the welder while I was welding the 4,000th plastic assembly of the day and start a conversation … and like clockwork, four minutes in, he’d ask me more about the church I went to. At first I was happy to vaguely describe how I sang in the choir, had grown up in that church in fact, all that good stuff. Good to make friends on the job, or at least to be friendly, since to be unfriendly in an enclosed space doesn’t help the ol’ workplace atmosphere.

Didn’t take long for me to figure out that he was really, really interested in having me come visit his church. I employed all the passive-aggressive conversational tactics I knew that would defuse dogged interest in particular topics. No luck. Very persistent indeed, he was. Trapped behind my ultrasonic welder, I was.

(If he only knew, now, that I’m the choir director of the church I grew up in. Man, talk about barking up the wrong tree!)

He let slip, at one point, the name of the church. I won’t bother to mention it here, partly because it doesn’t deserve the publicity, if it’s even still in business. The name of the organization seemed pretty standard to me – even reminiscent of a few churches I would drive past regularly; but since at the time there was no public Internet, I couldn’t go look it up.

Soon enough, a friend or colleague of mine quickly let me in on a tiny little secret:

Yeah, um, … cult. Or nearly.

Now that there IS a public Internet upon which very little remains undocumented, I can go look at a relevant webpage that dates back to 1993. The text is written by someone who was the subject of some recruitment attempts, and says, among other things:

They really pushed that their church was evangelizing far more than my church and that every member of their church lives like a disciple as the Bible commands us to. … They really pressured me into going, asking me a lot of questions about my church. I honestly felt that no matter what I would say, they would come up with something better about their church. They even put the people in my church down, especially the pastor, because my church wasn’t experiencing their enormous growth.”

Yep. Sounds familiar. … The tyranny of numbers.

I don’t remember why or how Jay gave up, finally. I hadn’t gone to my manager about it (although I should have). And Jay left the company not long afterward, anyway, without being fired! But I’m still at the church I grew up in, safe and sound.

A hundred years ago, snake-oil salesmen used to come through town, hawking their wares. A few folks bought into the scheme; and however it turned out, it turned out; and in short order the salesman moved on to the next town, local common sense recovered its equilibrium, and the whole thing was forgotten.

My personal snake-oil salesman moved on. I did too.

No harm done, except for the lingering sense that the enthusiasm of even the well-intentioned could be misinterpreted as, “well, there goes another crazy.” On top of which, there’s also the enthusiasm of the less-well-intentioned to contend with. And they’ve got technology.

And because the Internet is forever … and because first broadcast TV networks and now cable and satellite television has allowed messages to be distributed further than just half a hundred miles before the picture got all fuzzy … the problem may well be that our particular 21st century communication technologies have allowed the outliers, the crazies, the snake-oil salesmen, etc., to have far more than their Warholian fifteen minutes, and far greater than their previously limited reach.

Ah, those really loud voices (in certain corners of the mass media, por ejamplo) who love to return to the breathless and panicky “War on Christmas, Easter, etc.” meme. They’re the ones who, in their zeal to preserve the Church, and to convert everybody to their (therefore “the correct”) faith, or to get rid of them in the attempt (those are the truly extreme ones, but spend a bit of time on the local Internets and you’ll get a whiff) … may well be the ones who are paradoxically, grievously wounding the whole enterprise.

A few times, in this space, I have sarcastically thanked the people whose borderline ludicrous behavior in support of how they feel their God is telling them to behave. Thanked them for making it that much harder for me, as a choir director, to expand the choir whose welfare is at least partly my responsibility – a microcosm of local churches’ facing up to the reality that if we don’t acquire new people, we eventually die off. (Know any Shakers?)

From the frantic supporters of Tim and his Tebowing (however innocent that originally may have been) … to the judges who go to the mat in service of gettin’ those Ten Commandments up on their federal courthouse walls … to those frauds from the Westboro Baptist (Not A Really A) Church … and please don’t get me started on certain members of the Duggar family … there’s a great wealth of loudmouths whose yelling and screaming about how My Religion Is Better Than Yours Because It’s Mine quite logically turns a lot of people off. It turns them away from even wanting to check into an actual church to see what actual good works that church may be up to. Turns the whole prospect of church-seeking into a non-starter. Hence, my “thanks a heap” rhetoric.

And their fomenting gets ratcheted up, and the pushback from the foment-averse happens, and that pushback gets taken personally by the fomenters. After all, faith is a very personal thing, and if other people push back at their expressions of that faith, they take that personally – even when the original foment was phrased to seem, well, kinda personal.

Which leads a subset of people to feelings of persecution, deservedly or not. Which leads to clever wordsmiths in the right corners of the communications industry taking advantage of those feelings of persecution, and coining terms like “threats to religious liberty”, “theophobes” … and “secular progressives” as a pejorative.

(While he was replying to one of the rather startlingly civil comments that had subsequently popped up below the text of his article, Rev. Parker opined: “There is no conspiracy to limit Christian belief. However, Christian privilege is rightly being challenged. Jesus never promised us privilege. Quite the opposite.” Amen, brother.)

And it just spirals upward and out of control, to the point at which the fomenters are just so damn knee-jerk-defensive about the whole subject that they feel the need to find some way to protect their faith from those who would challenge it. And too often that method of protection could, hey!, be something written into law! Wouldn’t that solve a problem or two? Wouldn’t that protect us from all this persecution?

Which leads inexorably to: Hobby Lobby. And to “deeply-held beliefs” as an excuse to be mean to people that make you feel icky.

Because that’s what Jesus was going for, I’m sure.

Suggests Rev. Parker: “if we took a minute to really consider what that means, we are actually demanding a church that is dependent on empire, that is served by kingdoms and governments. We want a church that needs to have all other activities banned during its worship. We long for a church that needs its prayers taught in schools and that seeks power by influencing political leaders.”

A church that wants to use (in the most manipulative sense of that word) our country’s laws to build their church, to protect their particular version of the One True Faith. Aside from the fact that this is laziness (we want the law to do our heavy lifting for us – why persuade people when you can legislate them into our pews?) … humanity has tried that strategy before. Curiously, how badly it was going for certain Europeans was one motivation why they fled to the shores of North America in the first place.

Hmm. Religious gerrymandering, perhaps.

Or, as Rev. Parker puts it, “letting social structures do our evangelizing for us.”

And, he wonders: “Is it really such a bad thing to see the decline of that church?”

And I, the church staff member, am given cause for pause.

June 5, 2015 Posted by | government, religion | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment