Friday, December 10, 2010

Hymn of Longing

Wells Cathedral, Somerset
{Photo Credit IDS Photos via Flickr Creative Commons}
I grew up going to a very musically blessed church. The first home church my husband and I had together was also musically blessed but much of that was attributed to the amazing acoustics in a hundred year old cathedral.

My heart and soul are lifted and restored through the sounds of music wafting into the rafters of an old cathedral. I know in my heart that He is not found in a building, modern or old, plain or intricate. That He is found is found in the Spirit and the Light. That does not stop my soul from longing to be filled with the sounds of hymns filling a cavernous space of a an old stone cathedral.

I long to hear the melodious strains of Holy, Holy, Holy. Sung by a choir with a piano lightly in the background. I long to hear the hymns of Christmas song by a congregation in the hundreds filling the space with the spirit. .

I long for the churches of my past.

It’s not that I don’t have a church now. No, too many churches seems to be my current problem. Mine (Catholic), my husbands (LCMS, currently at WELS), my child’s school (ELCA).

The problem is that none of them feel like home. They hymns may be the same, although usually they have been modernized, they are still so different.

I have walked into mass at the Vatican, performed completely in Latin and felt instantly lifted and at home.

Apparently I have a cavernous space in my soul that longs to be filled with the hymns and cathedrals of my past.

In the meantime I will fill it with the uneven tones of children singing alleluia, barely audible over the organ, in a small German church.

My heart will be full, but my spirit will still be longing.



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7 comments:

Alita said...

You know what song instantly reminds me of church? Oh, Come, Oh, Come Emmanuel.

Oh, come, oh, come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!


And when I listen to it's solemn notes I am instantly in church smelling incense and old men's cologne.

I get this. This speaks right to my soul Melissa!

suzannah {so much shouting, so much laughter} said...

it is SO hard to find a church home! i love so many things about ours, but i miss the music that resonates most of all.

Lenae said...

We're currently trying to find a church here after relocating in September, and it is so hard worshiping somewhere but not feeling like it's home.

LutherLiz said...

I work in a church and finally for the first time in almost 8 years I feel like I've found a church home. It takes some work but they are out there!

Colleen said...

At Christmas time, I especially miss my old church home and the music there. The church we are currently attending doesn't sing enough carols, in my opinion and like you said they are too modern and too different.

Jackie said...

I love the hymns that we sing in church . There is something about it that leaves you with memories everytime you hear them at home . Nowadays , the drums and band just don't cut it unfortunately.

Hello! I'm Kate. said...

Yet again a beautiful post!

I am Catholic, my husband is Non-Denominational. I think I needed to read about someone else doing to inter-denomination thing today. Are the children being raised Catholic?

I also went to a LCMS high school.

The long for the music of my hometown cathedral, especially at Christmas. I can totally relate!

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