God on the Mountain is also God of the Forest

By Deryn

Apr 23, 2021

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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Tropical Forest leaf in Queensland

Welcome to My World - I love nature, whether it is mountains, the coastline, wide-open savannah, or cultivated fields. My favorite scenery is forests and mountains where I feel most comfortable. So after some pretty heavy subjects in the last few blogs something in a lighter vein.

Inyanga Wattle Forests

My love of forests began as a child, in the wattle and pine forests of Inyanga, Zimbabwe, breathing in pine-scented air and plucking the little yellow flower balls on the wattle trees. My love of forests was not diminished when camping as a young bride in these same forests when ants ate through the groundsheet and started biting me. My love of camping was extinguished!

I have been blessed with the opportunities to visit forests on five continents, and each time I come away renewed and envigored just for being in the presence of trees.

Bluebell Forest in Bedford UK
Putnoe Woods

Putnoe Woods

There are many fine forests with massive oak, beech, plane, and hazel trees in the UK. When I lived there, it was my delight to walk in the local Putnoe Wood during spring. The pathway wound through the trees. Underneath the dappled sunlight was a carpet of bluebells and wood anemones, which was a joy to behold. This wood was an ancient wood recorded in the Doomsday Book. The wood suffered badly when Henry III found it convenient for cutting timber during the siege of Bedford Castle.

Welsh Forest from the narrow gauge rail
Forest in Wales

Forests in Scotland and Wales

Further North, I enjoyed the lochs and glens of Scotland with their beautiful pine forests clinging to the mountainsides. We were taught how to look out for deer in the woods, and I managed to see a few deer as the coach rolled past. I had great fun on a narrow-gauge railway winding its way through the hillsides of Wales, where I could see Mythical Castles on the hillsides and the great slag heaps of the coal mines.

Winter forest of Birch trees in Finland
Birch Forest, Finland

Scandinavian Forests

Traveling through Europe, Estonia, and Finland, I loved the large stretches of forests mile after mile. It was fun walking in the forests of Finland at the side of the lake looking for blueberries and cranberries. My hosts taught me how to distinguish the correct berries, and I crawled around on the forest's mossy floor with a plastic container in which to place the blueberries. I could not speak the language, but with a lot of pointing and poking with sticks, I understood the instructions and came home with a box of blueberries. We rowed in a canoe to one of the forested islands to picnic. After exploring the island, we sat on a mossy bank under the canopy of pine trees, drinking some rhubarb cordial and eating a pastry.

Tropical Forest, Queensland
Queensland Rainforest

Queensland's Rain Forests

Perhaps some of the most enchanting forests I have visited are in the Queensland Tropical Rainforest along the coastal area near Cairns, Australia. I took a day tour to the Daintree Rainforest, home of the secretive Cassowary. This antediluvian forest has relics from Gondwanaland before the continents broke apart and spread. It is a showcase of the evolutionary history of the world's plants. It was fascinating to walk in the depths of this forested area, smelling the aroma of dampness and rotting wood. The dart or call of a bird breaking the stillness as we carefully walked on the boardwalks to preserve the forest floor. The forest ecosystem was explained to us, with 'green ants' being a significant part of the breaking down process of the deadwood with their formic acid.  Apparently, it is so strong that the ants are sometimes used as meat tenderizers!

Kuranda Rail and Skyrail, Cairns, Queensland
Kuranda Rail and Skyrail

God in the SkyRail Pod

On another trip in the same area, I caught the Kuranda Scenic Railway. This historic railway line went through 15 tunnels and 37 bridges as it snaked its way for two hours up to the top of the McAllister Range. I took the SkyRail back down to the bottom. The six-person pods kept moving as we climbed into them. As it was a very long way to the bottom, there were several stations where we could get out and enjoy the view and the forest and then catch another pod to the next station. I got out to view the Barron Falls, an exquisite waterfall viewed from the mountain. I was about to embark on the next stage of the trip down with another group of people when the people I was standing with said I must get in the pod, and they would wait for the next one as there were six of them. So off I went alone. I was not too happy as the pod swayed in the wind high above the roof of the forest. The misty rain surrounded me, and the pod suddenly jolted to a stop, and I was left swinging high above the forest.

My first thought was, if this thing falls into the forest, it may never be found. I also realized that there was no person on the face of the globe who knew where I was

My first thought was, if this thing falls into the forest, it may never be found. I also realized that there was no person on the face of the globe who knew where I was right then, as I did not have a phone, and my daughter did not know my itinerary. No sooner had I thought this when a calming Presence said to me, "you are not alone, I am with you, and while you are about it why don't you just check out all the amazing plants, I created below you.” So, I got out my sketch pad and started to draw the wonderful and unique plants that I could see from my vantage point, giant ferns at the top of trees, palms, and all sorts of other plants I had never seen before. I was nearly finished drawing when the pod juddered into action again, and I made my way down to the station at the bottom of the mountain. Apparently, they had had to stop the SkyRail so someone with a wheelchair could get on, as they could not hop on quickly.

Boranup Karri Forest, Western Australia
Jerusalem Hollow

Jerusalem Hollow Boranup Karri Forest

During a visit to Perth, I stayed with friends who took me to their favorite place on earth, which he called “Jerusalem Hollow,” part of the Boranup Karri Forest in the Leeuwin-Naturaliste National Park. I could see why he enjoyed this so much as it was a view to behold these beautiful tall, straight trees with mottled gold and grey bark. The sunlight filtered through the leaves onto the trunks of these enormous Karri and Jarrah Trees, making them glow. The wood is exceptionally hard and is used for furniture and railway sleepers. In the days of sailing ships, they made suitable masts. At the viewing point, we appreciated God's creation before heading on to the Boyanup Gallery, where we could see the furniture and objects made from these woods with their lovely grain.

Fall Trees in Forest, Pennsylvania
Fall Trees in Pennsylvania

The Blue Ridge Mountain Forests

My story of the forests would not be complete without my visits to the forests of Pennsylvania and West Virginia during the Fall with their brilliant red, yellow, and orange palette. A drive through the Blue Ridge Mountains, and the Shenandoah Valley is a feast for the eyes before the trees take their final bow and shed their leaves for winter. The forests will rest, drawing nourishment from the soil, ready to burst into spring song with their pale green leaves and pink and white blossoms the following season.

Yes, God on the mountain is also God in the valley and in every season of life. I believe He speaks the loudest when we are the quietest, just admiring His handiwork.

6 Comments

  1. Shirley Corder

    I love your descriptions of all the different forests. My goodness, you certainly have traveled the globe, haven’t you?

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    • Deryn

      I have been blessed to travel. NOt having a home, I became a globe trotter to visit family and friends, that was certainly the upside to changed circumstances.

      Reply
  2. Rob Corder

    Wow Deryn what an exciting life you’ve lived. When visiting our family in Hoekwil above Wilderness we have from time to time picniced in nearby forests alongside gentle flowing streams.

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    • Deryn

      Hoekwil is also a lovely place and the Knysna forests, which I could also have included! So many beautiful places on God’s created earth. I still need to get to the Amazon though!

      Reply
  3. Dianne Marie Andre

    Thank you for taking me to these wonderful forests. You were such a brave soul to ride the SkyRail.

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    • Deryn

      I am glad I could share the wonderful handiwork of God, that not many people get to see!

      Reply

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