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13 April 2025

Soul Songs - Nourished by Musical Expression

 


As you know, today is Palm Sunday, the day which kicks off Holy Week, when we remember Jesus’ triumphant entry into Jerusalem and, frequently, go on to read and think about his arrest, trial, and crucifixion, before the wonderful Resurrection on Easter Day. Most years, we’d be reading about this and, in many churches, they’ll not even have a sermon, but will just read the whole of what are called the “Passion Narratives,” this year it would be chapters 22 and 23 of Luke’s Gospel. That is thought to speak for itself, no need to elaborate!

But this year, the Methodist Church has suggested we just look at the triumphal entry into Jerusalem, and specifically at the way the crowd of disciples, so Luke tells us, burst into spontaneous praise and song when they saw Jesus riding on a donkey.

We’re standing at the edge of Holy Week. The road ahead is about to turn steep – both for Jesus and for us. Today is full of joy and shouting and waving palms, but we all know that just a few days from now, we’ll be walking into the shadow of the cross.

But now it’s time for celebration. There’s a sense of movement, of something important about to happen. And right at the centre of it all is music. Not instruments. Not choirs or pipe organs. But something deeper: people lifting their voices in praise. It’s music from the heart. The kind that doesn’t need tuning or lyrics – it just pours out.

This is what we’re thinking about this morning: how music from the heart nourishes us. In this season of Soul Food, we’re thinking about what feeds us, what sustains us in our faith, what helps us grow strong and rooted as people of God. We’ve thought how we are nourished by all the things, not just bread;
by a safe home for everyone;
by patience and slowness;
by unconditional love and forgiveness;
then last week by companionship;
and today, we think how we are nourished by music that comes from deep within – the kind that rises up when our hearts recognise the presence of Jesus.


Here, on the road to Jerusalem, the music just pours out from the crowd. Spontaneously. They may have started by singing one of the psalms that were traditionally sung on the way to Jerusalem for Passover – in our Bibles, these are Psalms 120 to 134, usually titled “A Song of Ascents”. They include favourites like “I will lift up mine eyes to the hills”, “I was glad when they said unto me”, “Out of the depths I call unto Thee”, and so on. Have a look sometime.

But I don’t think they stuck to the Psalms. Luke’s Gospel tells us that they sang “Blessed is the king
who comes in the name of the Lord!
Peace in heaven,
and glory in the highest heaven!”

No “Hosannas” here, although the other Gospels that record the story have them, but do you see how Luke has cleverly managed to make what they sang echo the song the angels sang at Bethlehem the night Jesus was born? “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favour rests.”

And then, when the religious leaders try to make them shut up, Jesus says “Look, if they keep quiet, these very stones will start to shout out!” All creation sings God’s praise, and if it’s dammed up in one place, it will spill out in another. This time of year, springtime, it can feel as though the whole creation is joining in praise! I know as well as you do that the birdsong that we love is actually about sex and turf wars, but it can sound like praise! The blossoms and the spring flowers are again about reproduction, but even still…. Perhaps that is how Nature praises God – in the cycle of the year, in the changing of the seasons.... There’s a hymn we used to sing when I was at school – it’s not in our hymn books – which begins “The spacious firmament on high”, and talks about how the heavens were made by God, and ends by imagining the stars all singing “The hand that made us is divine!” Maybe the stars do sing, at that! And, of course, we’re told that music is a characteristic of heaven! The “heavenly host” praises God constantly, and we are encouraged to join in with that.

Praise isn’t just about making us feel good, or making us feel close to God; praise isn’t just something we do because God demands it. God is worthy of our praise and worship at all times, of course, but there seems to be even more to it than that. It’s as though praise is an integral part of creation, and when we praise God, whether in words or in music, we become part of that. 

Note that “constantly”. It is always the right time to praise God – although sometimes it’s really hard to do. There are times when we simply have no praise in us. And that’s okay, because that’s where being part of a community comes in. It’s not individual praise, it’s corporate praise. If one individual has to drop out for a time, the rest of us can carry them in our own praise. It happens to us all, and is nothing to be ashamed of. But it is worth making the effort, even if you are just mouthing the words and no tune will come – God knows what is on your heart, and will honour your attempts at praise. Sometimes, of course, a flamboyant, bouncy praise song is totally inappropriate – at someone’s funeral, for instance, unless they specifically requested it, or at a time of national mourning, or straight after a mega-disaster. But it is still right to praise God – not for what has happened, of course, but anyway. And there are quieter, more reflective worship songs that will be appropriate then, and the more cheerful ones on other occasions.

I wonder what sort of music enables you to praise God? That’s the joy of the Church – I mean the whole Church, not just us Methodists! It caters to the whole spectrum of Christians, and that includes the music available. For some, it’s the wonderful choral music of Bach and so on – I like to listen to it, sometimes, but for me, it’s not so conducive to worship. But I know it is for others, and maybe it is for some among you.

I personally prefer music I can join in with – traditional hymns, for a start, and many of the more modern choruses and worship songs. Wasn’t it dreadful during the pandemic, do you remember, when we weren’t allowed to sing, but just had to hum with closed mouths behind our masks! I hated that. And there was the time when I had been diagnosed with pulmonary embolisms, and I wanted and needed to go to church to thank God that I had been diagnosed and treatment started ere worse befall. Anyway, came the first hymn and – I absolutely, physically couldn’t! I don’t mean I couldn’t sing in tune – you all know I don’t have much of a singing voice at the best of times – but I simply couldn’t get the air in the right place in my lungs to sing! Incredibly frustrating! Fortunately it didn’t last long, and within a week or so I was singing as loudly out of tune as ever! It is, I think, as well that we are commanded to make a joyful noise unto the Lord, not necessarily a tuneful one!

But the point is, no matter how unmusical we are, the music of praise helps align us with God, and thus nourish our souls. Whether it is listening to other people praise, and praising in our hearts as we do so; whether it is singing aloud, joyfully and, one hopes, tunefully – and whether that singing is when we are on our own, or when we are together as a church – then we are both praising the Almighty and nourishing our own souls.

It is Palm Sunday. Jesus is entering Jerusalem and the crowds – and we – are singing his praises. But we know, as he knew, that he is going to his death. On Thursday we will be remembering how he washed his disciples feet and instituted Holy Communion at the Last Supper, and on Friday, of course, we will be solemnly remembering his death on the cross. But we can, should and, indeed must continue to praise, all through this Passiontide, as it’s called. Perhaps bouncy songs are inappropriate, but there are plenty of others. Perhaps we might want to listen to one of the great Passion oratorios – Handel’s Messiah, for instance, or we might just want to sit quietly and let our praises sort of rise up in silence.

And then will come Easter Sunday, and our praises will spring forth joyfully and unrestrainedly as we celebrate the Resurrection of our Lord. And as the year continues, as we celebrate the Ascension and Pentecost, Trinity Sunday and the long, long stretch of Ordinary Time until it all starts again in Advent, so we adapt our praise, but we don’t stop praising!

Those who wrote the Soul Food series suggest we now sing hymn number 82, “How Great Thou Art”, and reflect on the blessings God has given us while we do so. So let’s stand to sing.












24 March 2013

Palm Sunday


As this was rather different to the normal Sunday liturgy, I am including the order of service as well.  And yes, the meditations are similar to last year's!

Introduction

Opening Prayer and Sentence

 
Hymn 89: Ride on, ride on in majesty

Reading: Luke 19:28-40

Prayer over the Palms

Hymn 78: All Glory, Laud and Honour (processional; at the end, the children leave for Sunday School, if they wish).

Meditation 1: The Procession
Each year there are a few days’ holidays around Passover,
when as many people as possible go to Jerusalem for the biggest festival of the Jewish year.

This year,
you're going, too.
Perhaps you go every year,
or perhaps you can only go once every few years,
if you don't have much money.
Whatever,
this year, you are going to Jerusalem.
Perhaps you are travelling with a large party,
perhaps there are only two of you.
But today is the day you arrive at Jerusalem.
It's hot.
You're walking along,
a bit hot and rather thirsty,
and somewhat tired of walking.
It will be good to get into Jerusalem,
and to your room at the inn.

Suddenly, though,
there is a noise in the crowd.
What is happening?
Everyone has stopped moving.
But there are cheers and shouts going on.
What are people shouting?
Listen, a minute:
"Hosanna to the Son of David!
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest!"
What on earth are they on about?
What's going on?
People are pulling branches off the trees.
They're throwing down their cloaks.
Who is this person coming along, anyway?

It's someone riding a donkey.
How extraordinary.
Why a donkey, please?
How very undignified.
And yet everyone else is cheering him.
Oh well, why not.
"Hosanna", you shout,
joining your voice to everyone else's.
"Hosanna" .
And carried away by the emotion of the moment,
you throw your cloak into the road for the donkey to walk on.

Later, when the moment has passed,
you wonder what on earth it was all about.
Your cloak was torn by the donkey's feet.
It's dusty and spoilt from lying in the road.
Your new cloak,
that you had bought specially for the festival.
It's ruined.
And you were shouting and cheering like a mad thing.
How very odd.

Prayer of thanksgiving:

Hymn 85:
Meekness and Majesty

Reading: Luke 22:39-62

Meditation 2: Peter
Simon Peter.
You're at the Palace,
in the servant's courtyard.
Jesus is in there somewhere.
You'ld like to rush in and rescue him,
but you don't know whereabouts they are keeping him.
Meanwhile you're cold,
tired,
scared
and feeling sick.
You were up all night, praying with Jesus in the garden.
Well, you might have nodded off a time or two,
but basically you haven't had any sleep.
And he was upset, you heard him;
crying, he was.
Crying out to God to spare him,
not to make him have to go through with this.
But they have taken him anyway.
You followed, at a distance.
You would love to rescue him, but....
There's a fire in the courtyard,
and you creep up to it,
staying in the shadows
and listening to the maids flirting with the soldiers,
and being flirted with in their turn.
And they are talking about the arrest,
and the newest prisoner.
You prick up your ears.
A teacher, they say.
A religious nut, more like.

The servants are sneering at your master.
You'ld love to tell them about him,
about the fun you've had,
the travels,
the wonders.
But your voice won't work.
Suddenly one of the maids turns to you:
"Hey, big boy!
You were with him, weren't you? Tell us about him!"
But your voice doesn't do what you want it to.
"No way, no, not me, you've got the wrong chap!"
you hear yourself babbling.

"No, I'm sure I saw you with him," says one of the other maids.
Again, you find you saying it wasn't you.
You begin to sweat.
Why are you telling all these lies?
Can't they just shut up and leave you alone?
What's going to happen, anyway.

"Oh, come on," says another voice.
"You're from Galilee, same as him.
Your accent proves it.
You must have known him, at the very least."

And your temper explodes, and you round on the man,
cursing and swearing.
You fling out of the courtyard.
And the cock crows.
Just as He had said.
"Before the cock crows,
you will deny me three times."
Just what he had said.
Dear God,
what have I done?

Prayer of penitence and assurance of forgiveness

Hymn 84: My song is love unknown

Reading: Luke 23:13-25

Meditation 3: In the Crowd
Now it is two or three days after the entry into Jerusalem,
early in the morning.
Once again, you are a pilgrim, or holidaymaker, or whatever you care to call it.
You look out of your bedroom window,
and see that a massive crowd has gathered outside the governor's palace.
You step over, to see what all the fuss is about.
"What's happening?", you ask.

"Pilate's going to release a prisoner",
explains the knowledgeable one.
"Like every year.
This year it's going to be a chap called Barabbas,
you know, the terrorist."

"No it isn't," interrupts another person.
"There was a new prisoner bought in last night.
That teacher, the Galilean one.
You know.
They arrested him,
but I gather Pilate wants to release him."

"No way," says a third voice.
"The chief priests won't wear that.
They want him dead."

And then a hush.
Pilate appears on the balcony. A few quiet "boos",
but the crowd is fairly patient.
"Who shall I release to you?" he asks.
"Barabbas!" yell the crowd.
"We want Barabbas.
At first it is only a few voices,
but gradually more and more people start to shout for Barabbas.
"We want Barabbas, we want Barabbas!"
"Well," goes Pilate,
"Are you sure you don't want Jesus who is called the Christ?"
One or two people start to shout "Yes",
but you are aware that there are some heavies in the crowd and they soon shut up, and start the chant again:
"We want Barabbas, we want Barabbas!"

"Then what shall I do with this Jesus?" asks Pilate.
And the voices start, slowly at first,
but more and more people join in:
"Crucify him, Crucify him!"
And you find yourself shouting, too.
"Crucify him, crucify him!"

But why?
Normally you hate the thought of crucifixion.
The Romans consider it too barbarous for their own citizens.
Only people who aren't Roman citizens,
local people,
slaves.
Only they get crucified.
So why are you shouting for this man to be crucified?

Prayer (the Collect for the Day)

Hymn 99: When I survey the wondrous Cross

Reading: Luke 23:26-46

Meditation 4: On the Cross
So they did crucify him.

There were rumours going round all night.
You didn't get any sleep; you kept hearing things
He was with Pilate.
With Herod.
They were going to let him go.
They weren't.
And now he is up there, being put to death.
Maybe he was no better than those thieves beside him.
Who knows?
You certainly don't.
Yes, he's suffering.
God, that must hurt.
Hope it never happens to me.
Shouldn't happen to a dog, crucifixion.

All the same, what does this mean?
Didn't he say he was going to destroy the Temple, rebuild it in three days?
Now he's dying; now he's up there, can't do anything about it...
Maybe he was all a big fake, not the great Teacher.
Such a pity. He could have been the Messiah, but......
that death?
Would the Messiah really die?

Oh yes, he's dying.
Forsaken!
Forsaken by God.
Left alone, alone on the Cross to die.
And yet, and yet.
He feels alone, abandoned, forsaken.
And yet, and yet.
He suffers, suffers dreadfully.
And yet, and yet.
That cry, that cry when he died:
“It is finished! I've done it!”
A cry of triumph, of triumph over death.
Forsaken, yet triumphant.
“Surely this man was a Son of God”.

Prayers of Intercession

The Lord's Prayer

Hymn 88: On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross

Notices and Offertory

Old Rugged Cross (reprise)

Final prayers