Oi! I just had a look over at Dr Jim’s Thinking Shop & Tea Room because I was in need of a good humour shot, but was not amused to see that way back (ten days ago) he had written that he was “tagging Vridar” to continue some silly superstitious chain mail/post thing. I think he was saying it’s my turn to write about a hymn I hate [Link //drjimsthinkingshop.com/2011/02/08/i-hate-hymn-hes-meme-to-me/ and blog is no longer active… Neil, 23rd Sept, 2015] and then tag a couple of others to do the same.
I don’t know no hymns. So he’s killing the game by “tagging” me.
But I do recall:
Gentle Jesus meek and mild,
Look upon a little child.
Da de da de da de de
Suffer me to come to thee.
Or was that:
Suffer me to come to thee,
Da de da simplicity.
I never knew what “suffer me to come to thee” meant except that it sounded like I was a pain that Jesus had to suffer by having me beg to tag along with all the other kids.
Now that recollection has sent me on a roll:
Jesus loves me this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to him belong
They are weak but he is strong.
They are all clearly written by domineering parents who are desperate to reinforce a sense of helpless, supine, total dependency on “the significant other”. The worst of it is that these sorts of thoughts carry through to adulthood. Perpetual self-absorbed child-mindedness finding pillow comfort in their imaginary parent — certainly for many.
Then there is How Great Thou Art, my father’s favourite and probably mine, too, when I listened to him sing in the choir. Now that can be a most moving piece of music.
Now How Great Thou Art strikes me as the converse of those child-like hymns. The version my father sang in the choir was this one:
* Verse 1:
O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made.
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
* Verse 2:
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:
* Verse 3:
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin:
* Verse 4:
When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
At last we get away from that dwelling on the pitiful childlike self. (Mostly). It’s not always a bad thing to be wrapped up in something bigger than oneself, I suppose.
But then again, doesn’t a hymn like this bring us to that other polarity from those child hymns? The self is lost almost altogether at this end. The only sight one preserves of the self is as an embodiment of “sin”, and being taken away into the greatness of the other. Losing one’s life. “Putting on” a new mind of another.
Vardis Fisher had a lot to say about this unhealthy escapist mentality, the never-ending longing for a father. But maturity is really about standing on one’s own two feet and taking whatever comes in life as a man or woman. Paul almost got it right. When he was a child he thought as a child, but when he became a man he put away childish things. Unfortunately that’s when he did a kind of u-turn up on to another plateau and became a child-adult now needing a father-god. What he should have said was:
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. — and spake as a man, understood as a man, thought as a man!
The poetry of How Great Thou Art is lost in the Monty Python sketch but the thought is preserved nonetheless:
CHAPLAIN: Let us praise God. O Lord,…
CONGREGATION: O Lord,…
CHAPLAIN: …ooh, You are so big,…
CONGREGATION: …ooh, You are so big,…
CHAPLAIN: …so absolutely huge.
CONGREGATION: …so absolutely huge.
CHAPLAIN: Gosh, we’re all really impressed down here, I can tell You.
CONGREGATION: Gosh, we’re all really impressed down here, I can tell You.
CHAPLAIN: Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and…
CONGREGATION: And barefaced flattery.
CHAPLAIN: But You are so strong and, well, just so super.
I think I’m supposed to tag someone or two but I have no wish to inflict pain on anyone. I will trust in the good will of volunteers to take up the baton or their good sense to desist.
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