LET’S
GET MARRIED
(at
First Methodist or First Christian?)
This
interesting observation comes from a reader in Colorado who used to
preach for a Church of Christ in Texas:
“It
was a common practice for young people to have their weddings in
First Methodist building since they could have music for the
processional and recessional. The brethren were perfectly willing for
this to be done, but it could not be done in our church building.”
He
goes on to say that his son is to be married and that he and his
bride-to-be want a friend of theirs to play and sing at their
wedding. The girl is a graduate of both ACU and TCU, and they are
both very active in the Church of Christ, but the church will not
allow them to use the building if anybody is to play as well
as sing. They have therefore sought out a Christian Church for the
most memorable event of their lives.
This
little story, along with numerous others that could be told, suggests
that we have become well nigh cuckoo about instrumental music. I’ll
tell just one more, the case of one of our missionaries in Thailand,
who suggested to his co-laborer that a church they had nurtured was
now able to care for itself, while they go on to another field. “We
can’t leave them like this,” said the other missionary.
“Suppose they put in instrumental music while we’re
gone?”
What
impressed me about that story was that the missionary did not fear
that the young church might sacrifice to idols in their absence or
install a statue of Buddha. He feared the instrument! It might be,
therefore, that instrumental music is not as obviously the sin we
have made it out to be. Outside two small Presbyterian sects in
Scotland, and perhaps some Quaker groups, we are the only ones in all
of Christendom who have discovered what a terrible sin the instrument
is. Even the Greek Orthodox Church, longtime acappella,
sometimes uses instruments these days. Perhaps it proves nothing, but
when we stand virtually alone in our understanding of what sins
really matter it should give us pause to reexamine our claim.
And
it must really matter when our kids have to go down to First
Methodist or across to First Christian to get married, in the way
they want to get married. And I don’t fault any girl for
not wanting one of our quartets stashed away in the balcony trying to
sing her processional as she presents herself before the entire
community. Have you ever attended an all-a cappella wedding?
If ever you do, you are likely to ask Is this really necessary?
Fairness
demands that we acknowledge that our folk sometime allow a
portable organ to be imported for the sake of a wedding. It is
admittedly a strange sight: an organ borne into one of our buildings
and then out again, usually all within the hour. It is sometimes
stipulated that its exit be post haste. It is not to “hang
around” as if it were a floral arrangement.
I once
conducted such a wedding myself, where the organ was imported for the
Saturday night affair. I watched the procedure with loving amusement.
The electrical outlets were all in the wrong places, so extension
cords snaked their way among the pews to the organ, which did not
seem to fit anywhere. The ground rules for the importation included
“no religious songs,” so the singers had to decide what
was secular and what sacred. “I Love You Truly”
apparently passed the test. Another rule was that the organ had to be
removed that same night. It was something I wanted to see, just for
the heck of it, so I watched as the organ was eased down the flight
of stairs at the entrance of the building and hauled away.
Big
Deal! I found myself thinking, and I fear that this is the
impression we leave on our young people. We make much ado about those
“sins” that do not really matter, while we are all too
insensitive to the real evils in the world, such as injustice.
I am not
suggesting that we go instrumental so as to accommodate our brides. I
do not know that I am suggesting anything, except that we come down
off of it and quit being phonies about instrumental music. There is
no way for it to be as significant as a lot of our folk make it, who
view an organ as a gargantuan symbol of apostasy and corruption.
Imagine Ph.D.’s at Abilene interviewing a young Ph.D. fresh out
of Yale, who had spent years studying weighty theological issues, and
asking him his position on instrumental music!
Tiddlewinks!
I suspect our kids see us playing this kind of game. It is of course
all right to go to First Methodist for a wedding, but I don’t
like the reasons why. A girl who has served the church for years
can’t invite a friend to come in and sing at her wedding,
accompanied by his guitar. He can’t play his guitar in our
church, not even for a wedding. How about tender loving care to a
young sister during the most important moment in her life? How about
her feelings? Cannot insensitivity be as grave a sin, perhaps
even greater, in God’s eyes than a guitar? A guitar! Now aren’t
we sometime a bit ridiculous? It sounds like we are saying: take
your sin over to First Christian where sin belongs, for we don’t
do things like that over here.
But
it really is somehow all right over at First Christian. Though
we never associate with them otherwise, we’ll go over to their
place for the sake of an organ for a wedding. The people are the
same, wedding party and audience. Only the building is different. We
join in worship and praise God for the miracle of marriage portrayed
before our eyes. We talk about what a beautiful wedding it was, due
in part to the exquisite renditions of the organist.
Nobody
seems to sin, not when the wedding is over at First Christian, not
even the Church of Christ elder when he writes a check for the
organist, pleased to do what he could to make his daughter’s
wedding all that it should be.
But the
tracks have all been covered. The Church of Christ building down the
street, dark and unused, is not contaminated by the drama. Sin has
been averted and Satan put to flight.
We
are a peculiar people, aren’t we? --- the Editor