Monday, October 31, 2005

Dissecting and Translating - 'If You Could See'

A few months ago I wrote the last of a four-part article The Psalms: Part 4 of 4 - The Business of Heaven. This final post concludes my view that hymnodies are guideposts pointing to our services in heaven on the other side of eternity.

I have stated in the three earlier installments, today's so-called hymns are devoided of the Christian theology of forgiveness and salvation. Specifically, hymns of our fathers concerning the holiness, the lovingkindness, the propitiation of Christ on the cross, and faithfulness of God to man, have given way to the "touchy-feely" emotions of the self, advocated by the song - not hymn - writers. The reference to the God-Christ is secondary or vague in these songs.

In the 'If You Could See' Christian song, the focus is placed on the self. The self could be anybody of any faith. A Buddhist, a Muslim, or a Hindu. These believers can relate to this song in reference to their deity or deities. If this indistinct reference to Christ can be generically transposed for other gods, then what we believe is in vain.

Two things I attempted in this translation. One, to take an existentialist text and turn it back to Christ, hopefully, with less ambiguity. Two, to make the translated verses rhyme.

In verses one and two of 'If You Could See', the suggestion of "look up at the blue sky" and "listen to the crashing waves" could or should lead one to thank God for His mercy is tenuous at best. Never mind the metaphysical interpretations other world religions can place on these two verses, an atheist can, too. The atheist could say, "Cool. These verses are very much like 'Stop and smell the roses. Appreciate life's pleasures along the way'." So then, there is no fundamental difference in thought among 'smelling the roses', 'seeing the sky' and 'hearing the sea'. Signs of existentialism are evinced in this song.

What I did, albeit poorly, was to place the focus back on God as the creator and enabler in the first two verses of this song. In verse one, He is the "true light". In verse two, "we soar" on His bespangled waves like we'd soar as eagles in Isaiah 43:1. This prilgrim's progress is assured and sustained because of the "true light". These two verses are now less of a vanilla flavor that can be appropriated for other gods. People of other faiths will have to articulate what their "true light" is.

Verses three and four are variations of the first two verses. In these latter two verses, the song writer asks us to "really really look to the sky closely more than once" and to "really really listen closely to the waves" to find God. This is full blown existentialism.

To bring verses three and four back to the Godhead as the Savior, I had to depart from 'watching more skies' and 'listening to more waves.' Thus in the translation of verse three, because of our pride, we could not see God's creation in nature (the largest expanses visible to our naked eyes are the skies and the oceans) and us, created in His own image (exemplified by we 'not seeing our own hands' in the original text), until we look to Christ and the eternal glory which awaits us.

Lastly, in verse four, the 'waves' are as 'emerald seam'overlapping line one gleaming line. Christ is the waves which stir us to hear. The man from Galilee is still calling and reminding us, He is the 'living water' or 'stream'.

The outcome of this lesson affects not one iota of the text to 'If You Could See.' I pursuited this exercise for my edification. Not much more will be said of this song.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Three Questions

The following is a record of my comments posted today in response to some thoughts advanced by a Fuller Theolgical Seminary student.

Three questions or requests for clarification, if you do not mind answering:

1) What is your own confession of faith?

2) Since you seem to be gender conscious, would you have Jesus changed his prayers as in the the Lord's Prayer, for example, 'Our Father...' to 'Our Mother' or whatever?

3) Could you expand on why you think some if not all of Calvin's statements were 'weird'?

Thank You, Grace

Many of our congregation and I are blessed that we have such a fine and dedicated organist. Each Sunday at the conclusion of the two morning services, some of us would stay and listen to Grace finish playing the postlude.

On this Sunday's postlude, she exalted God and enriched us with Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D Minor.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié


Je n'ai pas les mots pour exprimer mes pensées...

Que veux-tu me dire?

Alors, donne-moi la chanson que tu me chantais.

Ah...Les feuilles mortes, peut être?

Oui. Merci a toi pour la chanson.

Click sur le lien pour entendre la chanson (français et anglais):

Fin: Dorothée Berryman - Les feuilles mortes (The Autumn Leaves)

Friday, October 28, 2005

If You Could See - Completed Translation

The original text of this song does not lend itself to a literal translation, much less the evincing of the Christian message. Therefore, the translation is centered about the gist of each of the four verses. Moreover, I have taken the nebulous Christian message of this song, which I perceived was the case, and rendered it palpably Christocentric.


If You Could See [若你能看見]
(tr. L'Envoi)


1. If there be azure sky in the light, withal we'd see the argosy of clouds in the nautical sea.

Lest the eyes blind to true sight, thank you, Lord, for thy mercy we see!


2. If there be water lapping on the sand, withal we'd hear the rushing of the curling roar.

Lest the drowsy ears falter to understand, thank you, Lord, on thy bespangled waves we soar!


3. Conscious vanity of our ply, blind to celestial splendors shine and shine.

Till we pant for the transcendent sky, of Christ, His glory yours and mine!


4. Conscious obsequious to our pleasure falls, deaf to emerald seam and gleam.

Till we hear the Voice of Galilee calls, come, drink, I am life giving stream!

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Floyd Cramer



Fall Colors

If you are a country or southern gospel aficionado, you'd have heard of Floyd Cramer and his best-known 'slip-note'* piano style. Even if his name is unfamiliar, here is an opportunity to find out something about this artist. Listen to him playing the best loved hymn, 'How Great Thou Art', you could probably figure out what a slip-note sounds like. Today is Floyd's birthday.

Expired: Listen to Floyd Cramer's 'How Great Thou Art'

*The 'slip-note' style playing is hitting a note and immediately slipping onto the next.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Thumbs Down on This One

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Are you reading this post, Blogger.com?

To require the blog owners to do word verifications for posting and editing is a bad idea. It took the fun out of blogging for me.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Vive le Bizet!


Expired: Listen to Barney Kessel (jazz guitarist): Viva el Toro! (After Bizet's Carmen 'Vivat! Vivat le torero')

It's Double Tuesday

Today is double Tuesday. It's Johann Strass II, and Georges Bizet's Birthday.

I am going to replace - now online - the Glazunov's Violin Concerto in A Minor, First Movement. Later this evening I will upload something by or attributed to one of the two birthday boys. Have a listen to Glazunov if you wish, before I rid of it.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Painting the Vine House Interior



Painting the Vine House Interior on 23 October, 2005


While another group from our church is putting together a new storage shed in the back yard today, our group contiuned with the the second phase of cleaning and painting tasks. We sanded and prepped the designated interior woodwork with primers. On the next weekend visit, the group will do the painting.

The Vine House - Part II

For this afternoon's prepping the Vine House for a new paint job, I am taking with me a vacuum cleaner, drop cloths, a scraper, paint brushes. I have tasked myself to do sanding down the doors and cabinets, and cleaning up afterward.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

A Day at the Woods

Steve of Sandy Gulch said the fall foliage is in view in his neck of the woods. He'd coaxed me to visit his stumping ground at the western Sierra foothills. I've not been to Calaveras County for a long spell, certainly not at this time of the year.

Since this celebrated Mark Twin and Bret Harte country lies about 60 miles east on Highway 4, it was an inviting thought for a jaunt to Angels Camp area to take in some fall color.

The foliage up them 'dar hills just started to change color; it's not quite ready for prime time. Be that as it may, it was a pleasant excursion no less.

The 64-Dollar Question

Q: If you were to recommend only one fictional work to a non-Christian, and not a series like Lewis' The Chronicle of Narnia, which book would it be?

A: Fyodor Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Pre-owned

He: If you were to buy a car, which would you like?

She: I'd like to have a SUV. Any pre-owned Japanese make will do just fine.

He: I thought you eschew junk English as I. Guess not. I shouldn't be so critical. The pot calling the pan black.

She: I meant a certified pre-owned Toyota or something.

He: I was referring to the hyphenated word pre-owned.

She: What's wrong with the word?

He: The word is a marketing new-speak. It creates an illusion of exceptional value and class. A used car sounds...so used and abused. Filthy, rusty, bad motor, gums stuck to the seat, and wipers don't work. Now, on the other hand, a pre-owned car is handled with kid glove. It is inspected, cleaned, and polished before the manager would allow it to be sold.

She: That's exactly right. A car buyer should get the best deal and service from the dealer. Owning a used car sounds so icky. Anyway, I like the sound of owning a pre-owned car.

He: My point is, used is used. Why call it something else and muddle the meaning? One of the problems with junk English is it uses multi-syllable pompous words and phrases to supplant the perfectly good and concise words we all know. Moreover, junk English takes more effort to speak and write, and yet it requires further explaining before it's understood.

She: I see what you mean. 'Pre-owned' is an unnecessarily cumbersome and fuzzy two-syllable word which the one syllable word 'used' will suffice in writing and speaking. Give me a few more examples.

He:An 'Educator'. A four-syllable word aims to convey more prestige than just being a 'teacher'. 'I am in between jobs' takes the edge off of being 'unemployed'. And a 'negative growth' assumes a serious professorial air as opposed to saying a 'loss' in profit.

Why are you sucking on your teeth?

She: I get the idea. Oh, I was eating some trail-mix earlier and a sliver of cashew or something got wedged in between the molars.

He: Let me see. I have a pre-owned toothpick somewhere in the drawer. Give me a sec. I'll find it for you.

She: Get real!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Artemis

The pale morning light frames the descending huntress on the rosy canvas. A rare glimpse of Apollo's twin at the hush of dawn. A translucent splendor. The pearl of the cerulean firmament elicits one's appreciative sigh and admiration from afar.

Will Artemis grace my awakening on the morrow?

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

If You Could See

I received a Christian song from a distant shore. The music was pleasant. I've translated two of the four stanzas of this Christian song. I hope no violence is perpetrated to alter the intent of the original composition.

If You Could See [若你能看見]
(tr. L'Envoi)

1. If there be azure sky in the light, withal we'd see the argosy of clouds in the nautical sea.

Lest the eyes blind to true sight, thank you, Lord, for thy mercy we see!


2. If there be water lapping on the sand, withal we'd hear the rushing of the curling roar.

Lest the drowsy ears falter to understand, thank you, Lord, on thy bespangled waves we soar!

Saturday, October 15, 2005

The Vine House


The Vine House, circa 1920-1930 construction

Dr. Bob, our group leader, prayed with us and we started to clean the interior of the Vine House at 1300 hours. While others worked on the kitchen, the cabinets, and other things in the facility, I helped in cleaning the bathroom and mopping the kitchen floor and hallway.

We being the first group to start the clean-up and repair tasks, Pastor Dave came by and consulted with Dr. Bob as to what other groups can do specifically in their rotations.

We wrapped up the day at 1600 hours. Next week, our group will begin the first phase of prepping the rooms for painting. Other groups will be doing the repairing and replacing the plumbing and electrical fixtures in their rotations.

It's a Sunny Morning

We had our first autumn rain last night. There might be some more rains today. At this moment, the sun's out and the air is fresh and invigorating. With this nice weather, it should be a productive day at the Vine House.

I took some cloud pictures and uploaded them to wunderground.com

Friday, October 14, 2005

Come Rain or Shine

A storm front is moving south from Alaska this evening. Increasing clouds with a chance of rain toward morning are expected tonight. The late evening early morning temperature is expected to be about 53°F/11°C, with winds up to 15 mph /24 kph.

With the possibility of rain tomorrow, our group will probably be doing more inside the building cleaning at the Vine House.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Une Superbe Chanson de Yves Montand

Yves Montand (13 octobre, 1921 – 9 novembre, 1991)

Bonjour à vous. Aujourd'hui c'est l'anniversaire d'Yves.
Fin: Entendre sa chanson: Sous Le Ciel de Paris (1951)

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

She's at Cold Mountain

Men ask the way to Cold Mountain
Cold Mountain: there's no through trail.
In summer, ice doesn't melt
The rising sun blurs in swirling fog.
How did I make it?
My heart's not the same as yours.
If your heart was like mine
You'd get it and be right here.
--Han Shan (寒山)
9th Century Tang Dynasty Chinese Poet/Hermit
(tr. Gary Snyder)


The first and last time I saw her was at the a San Francisco Symphony Concert with Michael Tilson Thomas conducting a Hector Berliloz's program. That night, she sang in the Lélio ou le Retour à la vie chorus. Now remarried, she and her children of the first marriage are settled in North Carolina.

She was originally from northern California. How she ended up in the Blue Ridge Mountains was partially my doing. When Charles Frazier's book Cold Mountain first published 1997, I recommended it to her through a classical music forum. She read it and was smitten with Frazier's eloquent evocations of the North Carolina landscape. She packed up her children and moved there. She's found her Cold Mountain.

Frazier quoted the first two lines of the preceding Han-Shan poem in the epigraph of his book. The main character of the story, Inman, died at the gates of his beloved Cold Mountain. I will leave the transcendental and metaphorical discussions of Han-Shan's poem and Frazier's work to others.

The cable channels are showing Cold Mountain this week. This film, however, barely does justice to the book which it took Frazier six years to write.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Fantasia on Greensleeves

12 October is Ralph Vaughan Williams birthday. As surely as the sky is blue, many will mispronounce this English composer's first name.

Fantasia on Greensleeves



Monday, October 10, 2005

Clergy Appreciation Month

Today is Columbus Day. If one were political correct and left leaning, than he would not be pleased. As a matter of fact, there aren't many national holidays or remembrance days the left would like. But given the chance of taking a national holiday day's off from work, they will oblige at a heartbeat. Principles will be temporarily tabled or redefined for the duration of the observance.

This month is also Clergy Appreciation Month. This morning I went to Marie Callanders and bought 10 gift certificates. All of the ministerial staff at church are predestined to receive a certificate for a sumptuous pie at MC.

At the nearby Ace Hardware Store close to Marie Callanders, I bought some cleaning supplies needed for the Vine House clean-up next Saturday.

Under the Paris Sky

Fin: La musique du Trio de Galaxie: Sous Le Ciel de Paris


Sunday, October 09, 2005

On The Wrong Side of the Track

There are at least two empirical observations concerning the growth pattern of a city where land is either available or annexation merited. The emerging affluent residential and commercial developments are likely to occur first in a northerly direction away from the old downtown and city seat. The presence of railroads or highway further demarcates the have and the have nots of the inhabitants. The concentration of wealth and amenities services are more abundant and accessible on the "right" side of the track and fartherest away from the city hall and inner city surroundings.

A double whammies beset and dissect the westside of our city. This section of town is separated by the north-south State Route 99 and the Southern Pacific Railroad. Here is where our version of the West Side Story unfolds daily. It is here on the "wrong" side of the track Medical Ambassadors is serving the poor, the sick, and the destitute with Jesus' eyes.

The Vine House is Medical Ambassadors' drop-in center. At this house, food and drink are provided along with Christian-based videos, a clothing exchange, and a warm place to rest. Our church small groups will be doing repair and remodeling for this center for the next 40 Days of Community and beyond.

Our group will start cleaning and repairing parts of the Vine House next Saturday afternoon, and on the two following Sundays after worship.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Camille Saint-Saëns

Dans la celébration de Camille Saint-Saëns 170e anniversaire sur 9 octobre:

8 octobre MP3: Yelena Obraztsova, messo-soprano: Mon cœur s'ouvre à ta voix (My Heart Hears Thy Voice). L'aria de Dalila de Samson et Dalila, l'Acte 1.

9 octobre MP3: Joshua Bell, violon: Le Cygne (The Swan) du Le Carnaval des Animaux.

Merci de votre visite!

Thursday, October 06, 2005

A Third of the World

A few years ago my then dewy-eyed and dimple-faced cousin from Canada stopped by on her way to Xinjian, China. She was on her first overseas missionary assigment. Miss Muffett was not so little anymore. A college graduate proficient in both French and English.

In her short stay, we conversed on things of cultures and customs, from the Chinese to the Québécois. At our last meal together, she broached the subject of "third world this, and third world that." I asked what she meant by third world. Without pretense nor guile, she said: "A third of the world."

The phrase, "third world", is still very dear to the socialist-technocrats and Poli-Sci majors. It is at the ready in the arsenal of anti-American rhetorics. Unlike the Patrick Moynihans and Alfred Sauvys of another world and time, many of these pseudo-intellects are clueless what "third world" means and yet they parrot as though they do. Furthermore, they expect the average Joe Six-Pack knows it as well. If anyone dared to question its usage, he would be frowned upon with condescension as a red state hick.

I leaned over my coffee on the dining table and looked at the rosy-cheeked Miss Muffett and began, "It has nothing to do with the abstract or imaginary partition of the earth into thirds..."

Miss Muffett is no longer the innocent abroad. She is on her second missionary stint in Xinjian. I'd like her to enlighten me about that part of the world upon her return. But I'll pass on the Yak milk and salted butter tea.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Unmarked Borders



When I read this comic strip today, and apropos of the moment, it came to me these words by Sharon Kay Penman. In this passage from The Sunne in Spendour, she penned of the yet to be king young Edward (Edward IV) and his siblings during a critical moment in the War of the Roses:

"they were citizens now of two countries, passing back and forth across the unmarked borders between manhood and boyhood with such frequency that she (their mother) never knew with certainty where they'd be found at any given time." - 'The Sunne in Spendour'

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Running Together

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Today, 2 October, 2005, is world wide communion Sunday. It brought me joy in tbe spirit and warmth in the heart; I, our church, you, and your church, all partook in the Lord's Supper.

It is He who draws us to run the race together (cf Song 1:4). Wherever we are, may we keep our eyes on Him and run the race together as the messengers of grace. Pray that His Word wlll simply take off and race through your land and mine to a groundswell of response (cf 2 Thess. 3:1).

From this member of the body, God's peace be with you.

EXPIRED: Ralph Vaughan Williams: For All the Saints.