YOUR UNIQUE PLACE IN TIME AND HISTORY

By Deryn

Jan 8, 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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20201231_162136210085432933995836.jpgA New year heralds new beginnings, new opportunities, and hope that things will be better this year. We have just come to the end of the first year of COVID lockdowns.  So many of my friends and family have had a new addition to their family this year. A year of hidden joys and surprises amongst the sorrow.  The birth of a child brings so much happiness, from all the beautiful pictures I have seen on Social Media. Parents lovingly hold their babies as they introduce them to their new world.  I am sure they hope there will be a better future for their child, confident that COVID will become history, and their children can play freely with their friends and life becomes ‘normal’ again. In every parent's heart, they have decided to be the best parents they can be, either consciously choosing to follow the way their parents raised them or trying not to make the same mistakes their parents made in rearing them! They are melding two different family backgrounds into one and creating their own family. They have their dreams of a perfect future for their child; they vow to protect them from harm and to bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, if they are Christian, or to bring them up as good members of their belief system. These children will have a unique slot in history as the COVID babies, a time when young parents raising children, homeschooling, bringing home a new baby, with both having to work from their home, are stretched and challenged to their limits.

These children will have a unique slot in history as the COVID babies

2020 will be the year that turned a page in history between doing things the old way and learning new ways to do the same things. Learning new methods will always involve making mistakes too, few people can learn something new straight off; it is a process until we become familiar with the new ways of thinking about and doing things. Another page in history was turned at the end of World War II, bringing in the wave of Baby Boomers whose parents had been fighting in the war and were now ready to create a new home and start a family in peacetime. They certainly had their challenges with shortages of food and materials and mental health issues from PTSD from their trauma during the war. They were bringing in a new social order, too, with women being able to vote and take positions in the workforce. Birth control and improved health and childcare options, vaccinations for childhood diseases all became available. They, too, had their hopes and dreams for the babies they brought into the world, just like the young parents today.  Dr. Spock became the go-to reference book on how to raise your children, influencing a few generations with a much more lenient approach to childraising.  Yet, the previous generations' childraising methods still seeped through as these new parents were challenged with the realities of how to handle crying babies and difficult toddlers, often reverting to much harsher treatment, which today would be labeled child abuse.

At the end of World War II,  the wave of Baby Boomers was born whose parents had been fighting in the war and were now ready to create a new home and start a family in peacetime.

It was into such a time that I was born – post-war. My father had been in the Red Cross division of the army and was quite passionate about becoming a doctor, which was not possible with his education and the war's timing in his life. So, he worked his way up in the Post Office, becoming an Accountant and eventually Deputy Post-Master General. He never lost his interest in medicine and 'doctored’ us when we were sick or hurt unless we were so ill, we had to go to a regular doctor. My mother worked in the CID before she was married, checking fingerprints, and always considered herself a bit of a detective. They both attended a church with fundamental beliefs and did not believe in sparing the rod to bring us children under their control. They probably also had their dreams of raising model children in this new post-war era. They came from entirely different backgrounds, my mother from a more privileged family and my father from a poor farming background. So, our upbring reflected all the broken pieces they brought into making this new family exemplify their 'ideal Christian' family. We have no control over the time slot we are born into in history neither over who our parents are; this is by God's grace. He knows the plans He has for us, and He knew us in the womb before we were born. Therefore, we live by God's grace and design according to our unique genetic make-up, place, and time in history. We carry the scars of our humanity yet bear the seed of divinity within our very being.

We have no control over the time slot we are born into in history neither over who our parents are; this is by God's grace.

  • What hopes and dreams have you got for your children?
  • Does your family background influence the way you are raising your children?
  • What broken pieces do you bring into child-rearing?
  • What positive and new ways are you bringing into your child-rearing?

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