The Answer Lies in The Soil

By Deryn

Sep 29, 2025

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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   Grapes on the vine

When I was a child, one of my favorite radio programs was called “The Answer Lies in the Soil.” It was run by the Natural Resources Board of Rhodesia, teaching farmers how to get the most out of their land. My grandfather, an agricultural extension officer, and my father, who worked for the Agricultural Research Council and Land Bank, were both deeply connected to this calling of nurturing the earth. For me, those broadcasts planted seeds that would grow into a lifelong awareness that our very lives depend on the soil beneath our feet. That we are merely stewards of the earth we are given.

We often forget how much our daily bread depends on cycles of nature and the quiet miracle of fertile soil. In our modern world of supermarkets and speed, we lose sight of the patient rhythms of nature that sustain us.

The Art of Vinemaking

Recently, I read The Art of Vinemaking by Bette Dickinson. It resonated deeply, not only because I once lived near the Cape vineyards, but because of how she connected the art of tending vines to the words of Jesus: “I am the true vine, and you are the branches” (John 15:5). Dickinson emphasizes something that surprised me: it was not the fruit, but the soil that was crucial to making good wine. She reminds us that good fruit comes only when the soil has been nourished, protected, and tended. Her words took me straight back to that old radio program, and to the truth that the answer really does lie in the soil.Bunch of green grapes

Traditionally, farmers knew the importance of rest for the land. They allowed fields to lie fallow for a season, planted cover crops to restore nutrients, and rotated crops to avoid depleting the earth. Today, with artificial fertilizers and mechanical farming, we often bypass those ancient rhythms. Productivity rises for a while, but the soil itself becomes tired, depleted, and lifeless. What it needs most is what we also need: rest, renewal, and nourishment from natural sources.

Time to Replenish the Soil

And isn’t that the story of our souls as well? In our pursuit of constant productivity, we too can become exhausted. We chase outcomes, deadlines, and growth at any cost, forgetting that we are not machines: we are branches connected to the Vine. Just as soil cannot produce endlessly without time to replenish, neither can we flourish without seasons of rest, Sabbath, and abiding in Christ.

Perhaps this is a good moment to ask ourselves: What soil am I cultivating around me? Do I make space for silence, reflection, and prayer? Do I allow relationships, creativity, and faith to take root and grow? Or have I poured on artificial quick fixes, producing for a time but leaving my inner soil depleted?

God is our Vinedresser

The truth is, God is the Vinedresser. He knows what season we are in, whether it is planting, pruning, producing, or resting. Our task is not to keep pushing for fruit, but to remain in Him: “Abide in me, and I in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine” (John 15:4).

The answer really does lie in the soil. If we tend to the ground of our lives, taking time to rest, be nourished, and abide in Christ, fruit will come in its season. Not rushed, not forced, but as a natural overflow of God’s care and our rootedness in Him.

So let us pause. Let us watch the seasons. Let us trust the Vinedresser. For in both the land and in life, the secret of flourishing is found not in endless striving, but in cultivating good soil.

🌱 Devotional Thought
The secret to fruitfulness is not striving, but abiding. Just as soil needs rest and renewal, so do our souls. Let us entrust ourselves to the hands of the Vinedresser, abiding in the True Vine, and trust that in due season, the fruit will come (Galatians 6:9; John 15:5).

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 the 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 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.

Vine with lable

 

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