Posts Tagged ‘Martin Luther’

Old School Music

February 15, 2009


I don’t know if other parents are battling the same thing as us, but our kids hardly know any of the old hymns of the church.  Solid hymns like Leaning on the Everlasting Arms, Blessed Assurance or Standing on the Promises.  We’ve done our best, short of torture, to get these songs of faith into them.  We bought a hymns cd that has all current artists singing the songs with slightly more upbeat rhythms than when we were kids.  We play it most Sundays on our 30 minutes drive to church.  This has been going on for maybe a year now and they actually sing along these days.

It was around 1980 when my parents bought a station wagon with tasteful wood siding that only had an eight track tape player included.  There was also a solo eight track tape…. of The Statesmen, a gospel group from the 50s??? maybe early 60s???  I’ve mentioned this on MSJ before, how my siblings and I can sing every part to every song on that entire tape.  It brings back happy memories of traveling the I5 from California to Canada each summer.  OK, I HAVE to share the names of the Statesmen…. they are hilarious…. Rosie Rozell; Jim “Big Chief” Wetherington; Jack Toney; Doy Ott and Hovie Lister.  Nope, no typos…. Rosie, Doy and Hovie….. what were those mothers thinking???  Here’s one of the songs embedded in our brains:  Not only can you hear them, but you can see their sunny faces as they hit notes as high as Hercules’ half-goat friend (remember THAT cartoon??)

My kids were getting off easy with the updated version of hymns until my husband happened on an Oakridge Boys hymns cd at Tuesday Morning.  It must have been close to free…..  anyway, he put it on in the van this morning.  None of us know any of the songs at all, so we’re all enduring bizarre harmonies together.

One song came on and the guy was seriously singing higher than I can…. REALLY high for a guy, and Rick told the kids, “Hey you guys, this is a man singing.”  No response from the back except for a couple of snickers.  A few songs later featured the bass singer from the group soloing.  Our 12 year old son said in a mockful tone, “Hey you guys, this is a girl singing.”

Why so sassy????

Long live Martin Luther and A Mighty Fortress is our God!

Protestant Faux Pas

March 30, 2008

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A couple years ago we were studying a Konos Unit on Courage and spent many days reading about Martin Luther (Not King, the original one.)  The children were shown the various parts of the movie Luther that would not cause nightmares, or create the desire to make weapons of torture.  Many questions were asked regarding the dress and “donut” hair-do of the monks.  We tracked Luther’s travels on our wall map.  We took turns quoting from his famous speech at the Diet of Worms in Germany that shook the Holy Roman Empire to its core and thus began the Reformation.  (Side note: I am learning so much while teaching the kids.  If nothing sticks with them, at least my Trivial Pursuit knowledge base is expanding.)

During our study, we traveled to the oldest mission in the West, San Xavier del Bac down near Tucson, AZ.  It is a gleaming white building with twin bell towers (one remains unfinished) that sticks out like a giant marshmallow trying to hide in the flat brown desert.  My children had never crossed the threshold of a Catholic church and we wanted them to see the pride and beauty of the historic 200+ year old building. The original solid, carved mesquite-wood doors are still holding in the interior coolness…. even in the summer.  Breathtaking.  That’s the only word that comes to mind to describe the paintings, not only framed and hanging, but on all the walls and the ceiling.  Frescoes, statues, mock-rope trim, all reminiscent of another place (Spain) and time (1800s).  End of history lesson.

The three kids were admiring all the candles and the hundreds statues of saints, monks and holy men adorning the altar.  We were among many silent visitors and solemn parishioners at the front of the church, when my seven-year-old son, Keeve, yelled excitedly while pointing to a specific statue of a monk, “Hey, Mom! There’s Martin Luther!”  No one laughed except me, and it was one of those burst out blasts-of-a-laugh that you can’t control, and is really loud especially in a quiet, echo-y place.  When I recovered, I whispered, “No, honey.  There’s no staute of Martin Luther in THIS church.”  We left rather quickly and discreetly.

Hey, I wouldn’t have even known why it was humorous two months previously.  I just LOVE innocent, politically incorrect errors!