Today’s Psalm 62 contains lines about God as a mighty
fortress. All I have to do is see that one
word and I’m automatically forwarded to the Luther hymn. While the hymn is apparently a paraphrase of
Psalm 46, as a layman the association here is almost as strong. All the lines in
our faith get filtered through so many layers of translation—out of Hebrew,
maybe into Latin, into Luther’s German and back to us in English. And we look
at our layers of English translation, where the word of God makes a series of
stops before it reaches us. First in King
James—well actually Tyndale before that—through the Revised Standard Version
into whatever PCUSA chooses to use these days.
And of course the Bible quotes itself constantly, so the echo effect—the
psalm doesn’t read as Luther’s words, but some partial reminder of it. That may be a function of paraphrasing in the
16th or 20th century, or a function of paraphrasing in
the ancient times these texts were composed.
This weekend my stepson came back from church camp and was
noodling on his keyboard. He has been experimenting
with some music composition (or is it assembly) software on his keyboard and
then brought our electronic keyboard into his room where eventually we’ll
connect as a controller. He’s never
studied piano, but can pick out pretty complicated things out by ear when he’s
interested. Mostly video game
songs. But he also improvises. We just let him go, free range. Try never to shush him.
That Friday night, my wife and I both thought we caught a
strain of A Mighty Fortress in the middle of his noodling. I think it was the second phrase, which
marches down the scale with one step back. She asked him to play it again but
he couldn’t or wouldn’t go back. Most of what they sing at camp seems to be
contemporary group worship songs, songs I don’t know but everyone at say UKirk
(PCUSA’s campus ministry) knows. Not the
old hymns. But maybe they sneak in a
few. Or maybe he does remember it from a church service. Or is it such a natural progression that one
stumbles into it, like the chromatic chord progression I once found that seems
to come from Rosenkavalier? Memory and
instinct help keep us tied together. Maybe in spite of ourselves.
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