The Spiritual Lessons Hidden in History

By Deryn

Jul 7, 2026

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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slave woman's feet with two sparrowsReading the Past with the Eyes of Faith

History is often taught as a succession of dates, battles, political movements, and changing governments. We learn who won wars, who signed treaties, and which empires rose or fell. Yet beneath these events lies another history, one that is not always recorded in textbooks.

It is the spiritual history of humanity.

Recently, I travelled the eastern seaboard of the United States, following a route that unexpectedly became a pilgrimage through history. Beginning in Bangor, Maine, and traveling through Bar Harbor, Salem, Boston, Philadelphia, and finally back to Washington, D.C., I discovered that each place held more than historical significance. Each seemed to possess a spiritual atmosphere shaped by the choices, beliefs, and values of the generations who had lived there before. History, I realized, leaves more than monuments. It leaves moral lessons.

Our first stop, which deeply affected me, was Salem. Walking its streets, I found myself reflecting on one of the darkest chapters in American history. During the Salem Witch Trials, fear became stronger than truth. Suspicion replaced compassion, neighbors accused neighbors, and innocent women and some men were condemned because of rumors, prejudice, and mass hysteria. It began with only a handful of accusations. Soon, fear spread like wildfire.

As I stood there, I couldn't help wondering how easily societies still fall into the same temptation. Throughout history, we have repeatedly looked for someone to blame for our fears. It is easier to point a finger than to examine our own hearts. Salem reminds us how quickly fear can become injustice when compassion is absent.

Jesus warned us about this spirit of judgment when He said,

"Do not judge, or you too will be judged." (Matthew 7:1)

Travelling south to Boston presented a different lesson. Boston played a pivotal role in America's struggle for liberty, and yet I found myself wrestling with another contradiction. Many of the city's influential leaders were deeply committed Puritans who sought religious freedom and built their communities upon biblical principles. Yet many also owned slaves and lived within social systems that separated people according to class and status. Walking the Freedom Trail and listening to the story of the Boston Tea Party, I was struck by the tension between the ideals people proclaimed and the realities they practiced.

History reminds us that sincere faith is not measured merely by doctrine. It is measured by how we treat one another. Perhaps every generation must ask whether its beliefs are reflected in its actions.

The Apostle James wrote,

"Faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead." (James 2:17)

The atmosphere changed again as we entered Philadelphia. Founded by William Penn, a Quaker whose vision centered on peace, religious liberty, and respectful relationships with Native peoples, the city seemed to carry a gentler spirit. Although no society has ever been perfect, there was a noticeable openness, an invitation to dialogue, creativity, and thoughtful reflection. It reminded me that leadership rooted in humility often leaves a different legacy from leadership rooted in fear.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial.Franklin D Roosevelt Memorial

 

Finally, back home in Washington, D.C., I visited the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial. Unlike many monuments that celebrate military victories, this memorial quietly tells the story of perseverance through suffering. Roosevelt led America during two of its darkest chapters, the Great Depression and the Second World War, while living with the daily challenges of disability. One inscription stopped me in my tracks:

"We must scrupulously guard the civil rights and civil liberties of all citizens, whatever their background. We must remember that any oppression, any injustice, any hatred, is a wedge designed to attack our civilization."

Those words seem as relevant today as when Roosevelt first spoke them. History repeatedly demonstrates what happens when hatred is allowed to flourish.

The French Revolution

The French Revolution emerged after years of inequality and hardship. The Great Depression revealed how economic despair can threaten both dignity and hope. Across the centuries, whenever injustice is ignored and compassion disappears, societies begin to fracture.

Scripture teaches the same principle.

"Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." (Galatians 6:7)

History is, in many ways, humanity's harvest. The choices made by one generation become the inheritance of the next. Perhaps that is why I have become increasingly drawn to narrative historical non-fiction. I no longer see history merely as a sequence of events. I see it as God's classroom. Each generation leaves behind testimonies, not only of success and achievement, but of pride, humility, justice, injustice, courage, and failure.

If we read history only with our minds, we accumulate knowledge. If we read history with our hearts, we gain wisdom. The Bible continually calls God's people to remember. Not simply to preserve facts, but to discern the spiritual lessons hidden within them.

"Remember the days of old; consider the years of many generations. Ask your father, and he will show you, your elders, and they will tell you." (Deuteronomy 32:7)

History is one of God's great teachers. Its monuments speak. Its stories warn. Its failures humble us. Its victories encourage us. And if we have ears to hear, they continually point us back to the One who stands above every nation, every empire, and every generation, the Author of history itself.

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