“Abiding in the Vine: Finding Peace Amidst Life’s Changing Seasons”

By Deryn

Oct 22, 2024

Sibelius monumnet Helsinki showing organ pipes that are tree trunks of the forest

Photo Pixabay, Sibelious Monument,

Music becomes a voice for change

I have long believed that the arts serve purposes far beyond decoration. A painting can tell a story. A poem can preserve a memory. A novel can give a forgotten person a voice. Drama and dance are transient vehicles for storytelling. And music? Music can bring people together.  have seen something of this for myself in my travels. I have stood before the monument to Jean Sibelius in Helsinki, Finland, and I have visited Estonia. Standing in those places, knowing something of their history, gives a different meaning to the music. You begin to understand that these were not simply composers writing beautiful melodies. In times of oppression and uncertainty, music can become a vessel carrying the identity of an entire people.

Music when a nation finds its voice

Consider Finland. For more than six hundred years, Finland was part of the Swedish realm. In 1809, it passed from Sweden to the Russian Empire and became an autonomous Grand Duchy. During the nineteenth century, a growing Finnish cultural movement sought to strengthen a distinct national identity. The Kalevala compiled from Finnish oral poetry, became an important expression of that identity. Artists, writers, and musicians began to give Finland a language of its own, not necessarily a political language, but a cultural one.

Sculpture of Sibelious Head, Helsinki

Photo Pixabay, Sibelious Monument

Then came Sibelius. In 1899, during a period of increasing Russian pressure and attempts at Russification, Sibelius composed the music that would become Finlandia It was originally part of a series of historical tableaux presented at the Press Celebrations in Helsinki. The final section, known as “Finland Awakes,” stirred something deep in the Finnish people. Finlandia became a symbol of Finnish nationalism. When I stood before the Sibelius monument, I wasn’t just viewing a memorial to a famous composer. It reminded me of what happens when art helps people remember their identity. Sibelius helped give Finland a sound, and sometimes people need a sound before finding a voice. Organ pipes represented the trees of the forest; forests go deep into the psyche of the Finnish people, a voice that resonated with them.Estonian Music Festival Stand

Estonia sang its way toward freedom

I experienced a similar feeling when I visited Estonia. Domination by powerful neighbors has marked Estonia’s history, and during the Soviet period, language and national identity were under pressure. Yet Estonia had an extraordinary cultural treasure: its singing tradition.

The Singing Revolution of the late 1980s demonstrated just how powerful that treasure could become. Hundreds of thousands of Estonians gathered at the Tallinn Song Festival Grounds and sang traditional and patriotic songs together. They sang Mu isamaa on minu arm, “Land of My Fathers, Land that I Love,” a song that had become deeply associated with Estonian identity. They also sang the patriotic songs of composer Alo Mattiisen.Music of Estonian Dancers

Estonian Folk Dancers, Video - Deryn van der Tang

This was nonviolence; they were not taking up arms, they were raising their voices. By 1989, the movement had grown into the remarkable Baltic Way, when people in Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania joined hands in a human chain stretching across the three Baltic countries. Music had helped people remember they belonged to something larger than the political system that governed them.

The music that defied ruins

Then there is Sarajevo. During the terrible siege of Sarajevo in the 1990s, cellist Vedran Smailović became known as the “Cellist of Sarajevo.” After twenty-two people were killed while waiting for bread, Smailović returned to the devastated area and played Albinoni’s Adagio in G minor in their memory. Picture a city under attack. Amidst the broken buildings and people living in fear, a man sits with his cello and plays. The music could not stop the bombs, nor could it bring the dead back. But it declared something profound:

Beauty had not been destroyed. Human dignity had not been destroyed, and the human spirit had not been destroyed. That is the power of the arts.

Why do the arts matter?

When we talk about social change, we often think about politicians, protesters, legislation, and movements. And, of course, these matter. But underneath every movement is something deeper: a story about who we are and what we believe is worth preserving. Artists help us tell that story. A composer can give a nation a melody. Poets can preserve a language. Painters can capture a landscape that becomes part of a people’s memory. A storyteller can take the ordinary life of one family and reveal something universal about courage, suffering, and hope.

Perhaps that is why oppressive regimes have so often tried to control language, literature, music, and art. They understand something we sometimes forget: culture holds memory. And memory gives people identity.

The Bible tells us, “A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver” (Proverbs 25:11).

Sometimes someone speaks, paints, sings, or writes that word.

The arts may not change the world overnight. Yet, they have the power to shift how people view the world. And once people see differently, they may begin to think differently, hope differently, and eventually act differently.

As I think about Finland, Estonia, and many other places I have traveled, I remember that the arts form a vital part of human society. They are part of our inheritance; they carry the stories of those who came before us. They inspire courage in those struggling today and plant seeds of hope for future generations. Perhaps that is why music has such extraordinary power.

A single voice may be silenced, a single instrument broken, yet a song alive in people’s hearts proves much harder to destroy.

And sometimes, when a people begin to sing together, the world begins to listen.

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Seasons in the VineyardI have lived in cities most of my adult life. The older I get, the more I long for the peace and tranquility of the countryside. When I lived in Cape Town, my escape was to the beautiful vineyards of Stellenbosch, Franschhoek, and Durbanville Hills. Living in Washington, DC, we drive to Crow Vineyards in Maryland. The same peace and tranquility await us, especially in fall when the leaves turn to burnished gold, red, and maroon. I long more than ever for peace and tranquility, especially as this election season awaits, and the world has become a scary place in which to live.

Crow Vineyard

Living in Cape Town, I had a grapevine over my patio that provided shade and a pleasant spot for meals with friends. During winter, it would shed its leaves and appear lifeless, but it was merely in a state of rest. To prepare for spring, I pruned old fruiting branches and waited for new ones to grow in summer. This happened every year, each season, the vine grew thicker and stronger. It was always a source of joy and repose to sit out under its shade enjoying the company of friends and neighbors.

Grapes on the vine

I had often wondered what the word ‘abide’ had meant, when Jesus said we were to ‘abide in Him’ as He was the vine we were the branches.  My vine just grew and did what vines do: bear fruit. It was I, the ‘vinedresser’ who had to do the training, pruning, and harvesting to the vine. This is a liberating thought, that we just need to be still and keep connected to our Creator. He is the one who brings the flow of sap and nourishment the vine needs each year to bear fruit. Even more so, there will be different seasons, seasons when we just rest, and seasons when we grow and bear fruit. It is God who sends the rain and the sea breezes to water the vines. In so many ways, we depend on His grace for our environment to flourish. This made me think of the verse from Micah,

“He will judge between many peoples and will settle disputes for strong nations far and wide. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore. Everyone will sit under their own vine and fig tree, and no one will make them afraid, for the Lord Almighty has spoken.”(4:3,4 ).

Our world is in chaos around us, filling us with dread at what the future holds. We are waiting for the word of the Almighty to speak peace to the nations. Whatever the outcome of our elections and world leader's decisions, we remain dependent on God to speak His peace, so we will be able to sit under our vines in peace.

Vineyards

I fluctuate between feeling helpless to do anything and wanting to take up a cause to fight for justice. This has been a dilemma for people over the centuries. Do we sit in our little hermitage and pray about the state of the world, or do we stand up and shout out for justice in the streets? I was inspired by the mystic Julian of Norwich who lived in a hermitage for twenty years during the fourteenth century. She had three windows in her cell, one looked out onto the church keeping her connected to her faith and so she could receive communion, another window was where others ministered to her personal needs, food, and personal care. Through the third window, she connected with the community, inquiring about their lives, listening, praying, empathizing, and offering words of encouragement. I often feel like Julian in my tiny room in this city! Cloistered away, yet feeling the pain of the world we are living in, not able to do anything about it, except ask for God’s mercy in our times.

Nun Praying

What lessons can we learn from the vine to live a more fulfilling and abundant life? To me, the seasonal aspect of the vine has become more important, taking time to be quiet, letting your roots grow, and preparing for the next season. Also important is unnecessary branches are trimmed off before the new season. A time to consolidate all that is important and required, letting go of the excesses, that keeps new growth back. Not every season’s wine is a good year, a lot depends on the weather and diseases, things outside of our control. So it is with us. There will be times when we won’t have a good year and be productive. There are award-winning years and years when illness and other things hold us back.

Vine with lable

The most important thing is that we are still rooted and abide in Christ, the main Vine. We are merely branches. The Creator is the one who takes care of the vineyard, so we can rest and know that one day we will all be able to sit in peace under our vine and invite others to join us and celebrate the life we have been given.

 

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