Our favorite little Greek place was closed for renovations this evening, necessitating the discovery of a nearby bakery for evening dining on the way to “Hear the Silence” at St. Benedict’s Table. Afterward, Jamie informed me that during this tomorrow evening’s service (tonight now, I guess… Sunday 11th), Mike Koop is planning to do “Death Cures Everything,” an unrecorded favorite of mine, and by Mike’s estimation, probably the only hymn that has the word “shit” in it. I had quipped that I’d never heard it in a worship service, so Jamie thought it warranted a mention. I was glancing through The Litany during the service this evening, and it occurs to me that “death cures everything” is likely quite an appropriate observation for the season of Lent.
Yeah, I’m feeling generous… but it turns out I wasn’t clear about my offer… I wondered at the lack of response right away, but then was told why. I didn’t mean to restrict the “contest” to people who have attended St. Benedict’s Table, I just worded it badly. SO…
Take a look at the detailed CD review I have posted for the just-released album of Music from St. Benedictâ€™s Table. After you’ve seen what each of the songs is about, based on the song title or bits of information I provide for each one. I expect you won’t have ever actually heard the song before, but respond with whatever springs to mind… a brief reflection on the subject matter, why you like contemplative worship, a memory that relates to “Being Lonely” or “The Lord’s Prayer”; an insight on “Song of Simeon”, or perhaps a response to the lyrics I quoted from “I Know Itâ€™s You” …pretty much anything will do.
I trust I have your attention. Details are down below, but you have to keep reading. I don’t normally do music reviews, but fortunately this is not a hard-and-fast rule. I obtained my copy of the new CD, “We Will not be Silent — Music from St. Benedict’s Table” this past Sunday evening, and wow, what a treat. It’s been in production since May 2006, and the wait has not been easy. Sometimes anticipation can build to the point where the end result can’t possibly satisfy, but not so with this first release from the musicians who hang at St. Benedict’s Table: the patient are richly rewarded with this one, and I’m pleased enough that I can’t avoid doing a review. Regular readers will know that I do refer to music from St. Ben’s from time to time, something I find to be exceptionally rich within the community. The little fellowship in fact finds an inordinate number of professional musicians, many of whom aren’t even on this disc.
Elsewhere in the blogosphere, imagine randomly-written worship tunes… perhaps they’re an improvement over some of what’s in the fold.
Will Samson wants to know how long you could live on the food in your pantry, starting immediately. The real test, I think, is what you’re willing to do to your food intake standards in order to stretch it out. If it’s worth $20 to you…
Today I found another example of someone grappling with post-charismatic issues; includes a good post-hype story.
John Smulo offers some Missional Apologetic Insights 2.0 as an update to his earlier post on the subject.
At the Christmas Eve service at St. Benedict’s, we sang the Huron Carol… it was done fabulously, mainly with drum accompaniment, the rhythm carrying on through the prayers of the people and other parts of the service. I love the carol and the way Jean de BrÃ©beuf “contextualizes” the Christmas story with it for First Nations people of the mid 1600’s. It’s a reminder to me not to get too “religious” about many of the symbols and motifs of Christmas or any other of the Biblical narrative stories, which sometimes need to be recast slightly in order to convey the same force and meaning in the retelling as it had the original telling.
‘Twas in the moon of wintertime
When all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou
Sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim
And wandering hunters heard the hymn;
MarkO posted this yesterday, and somebody could stand to repeat it today, so here goes… and as MarkO said, read slowly:
What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Maryâ€™s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The babe, the Son of Mary.
Those who visit my blog in the old-fashioned HTML site-visiting way may notice that my sidebar has links to posts from a year ago today and two years ago today, which automagically refresh themselves daily… I would encourage people to read some of that stuff… some of it’s even good and I keep seeing things I forgot I had written.
Nevertheless, one post from a year ago today was Jesus Christ The Apple Tree, and for those who read this blog via RSS, I’m flagging it with an encouragement to read and savour that carol again today.
I guess next year the title will be in the sidebar twice now ;^)
Gratia Vobis et Pax.
Jonny Baker writes an article for Church Times, “Worship as bedazzlement,” describing an event that took on the theme of fundamentalism, sounded like an excellent experience.