Metro Death and Sanctus Cymbals
The first time the huge cymbals brushed clearly, precisely, yet so softly against each other, they seemed to lift my breath away towards heaven. In all my life I don't think I've ever heard that sound of cymbals over a deeply comforting gentle bass (maybe tympani) rumble, alternating so perfectly with rich yet delicate and pure angelic voices. It was in the Sanctus section of Hector Berlioz's “Requiem” in the comfort of a dark, moderately warm, incredibly ornate ancient Kiev church that I had this surprise experience. Being a mass written by an atheist some may think it strange that this was my experience, but when has God shown His power and beauty only through a perfect person? Only in unprecedented ways in His Son whose birth we celebrate each Christmas.
This December 1st night 2003 Roger McMurrin's Kyiv Symphony Orchestra and Chorus was performing under the baton of visiting conductor David Gier of the New York Philharmonic. He is a Christian. He wanted the audience to hear with their hearts wide open to the real, one and only triune God and would work and pray accordingly. Those with ears to hear heard both music and truth in new ways. It was wonderful. Perhaps it is shameful that while listening to earlier parts of this Berlioz Requiem where horrors of hell are depicted quite powerfully I was caught up in my own life recollections and had totally forgotten about yet another dead body Ron and I passed on our way to this concert. But after the Sanctus, the cold reality of that young man's body rushed into my worshipping heart. If he knew not Christ as Saviour and Lord, the most distressing of the music just heard earlier in the concert was but a shadow of where his soul went. Why him and not me to suffer eternal torment? Grace. Pure grace. Suddenly I felt even more fragile and very small yet strangely valuable as I sat in that church. I felt grateful not just for physical comfort and beautiful music, but for the incredible gift of being able to call the ultimate Creator and judge of it all, “father” and Lord, while the extraordinary giftedness and very brilliance of the Berlioz mind held, examined, and interpreted the message yet tragically missed for his own heart and eternal destiny the greatest gift. He missed believing “God with us”. Immanuel.
I sat in the pew in this church / National House of Organ and Chamber Music of Ukraine. The music played on but the visual beauty of the church, choir and orchestra faded under a wash of dirty greys as my mind went back to the stranger stretched out upon the metro platform bench. The usual crowd of Kiev commuters for the most part held their stone-faced apparent disinterest or acceptance of such occurrences, but one young man was bouncing up and down and flitting here and there wearing only a T-shirt in the December cold. His coat lay on the lifeless only slightly older man. A police officer sat slowly flipping through what looked to be a wallet, so presumably the coat effort had been deemed futile. It was all over for this young man, and his bopping “friend” apparently could not handle that. Another “militsa” man joined the first officer. My train was fast approaching. We had to go. Was it the cold without shelter and shortage of food that got this man? Was he mafia related and so met his fate many years younger than the mafia boss who was murdered on the other side of the river a week later? Was he a drug addict or alcoholic who recklessly or maybe accidentally-on-purpose miscalculated what his body could handle? Whatever the story, he was some couple's son; a wonder knit together in some mother's womb by a God whose justice and love we understand only slightly, yet must revere and trust. That all people deserve God's wrath is a tragedy of life and we should check our souls if ever we delight in anyone justly going to hell. Even God does not delight in punishing the wicked and yet His perfect justice demands it for those rejecting His Son. It is by His grace we are pardoned. The train came and the symphony conductor swept away the grey, releasing new light and beauty once again. I was back in the church listening to some of the world's greatest music played and sung by some of the world's finest musicians. Why? Yes I've experienced some really bad stuff personally in life but comparatively I have been abundantly blessed, both in this life now and with the assurance of eternity with God. Why me? It is not by works, but by faith that any are saved (Ephesians 2:8,9) Why me? I do not know. But I do know that it is by His great mercy it happened, and that I am deeply grateful. Lately, with everything so different here in Kiev, I do not show it enough. I pray that I will learn how to do it even here as once I used to burn more brightly in Canada. It is by His grace that I desire and shine any light of Truth. Each of God's own is like a little candle; nothing more but nothing less either. I believe the darkness of despair retreats with each mere flicker of light, small flames combine to blaze new warmth through once bleak hopeless nights. I pray that this year be for you a special one of enjoying being one of His little precious lights.
Enjoy THE Gift!
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Serving Christ … from Kyiv Ukraine: Ron, Linda
from Ottawa, ON, Canada: Angela & Dawna,
from Ancaster, ON, Canada: Noel Adam
PICTURES used in Christmas Card : Drawings (not candle) by Dawna Harris 1998, 17 years old
Her cartoon was on a 2”X1” “post it” note. Computer Composite 12/2003 by “Mom” Linda.~
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