Rollins
Chapel, February 3, 2013
Steve
Swayne, Professor of Music, homilist
This
homily is offered in honor of the many Dartmouth community members whose music
making has greatly enriched my life and the lives of countless others.
Prelude:
Johannes
Brahms, Sonata in D minor for Violin and Piano, op. 108, mvts. 1 & 2
Emily Hyun,
violin; Richard Fu, piano
Hymn:
For
The Beauty Of The Earth
1 For the beauty of the earth,
for the glory of the skies,
for the love which from our birth
over and around us lies,
[Refrain:]
God of all, to you we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
2 For the beauty of each hour
of the day and of the night,
hill and vale, and tree and flower,
sun and moon, and stars of light, [Refrain]
3 For the joy of human love,
brother, sister, parent, child,
friends on earth and friends above,
for all gentle thoughts and mild, [Refrain]
4 For each perfect gift sublime
to our race so freely given;
graces human and divine,
flowers of earth and buds of heaven. [Refrain]
for the glory of the skies,
for the love which from our birth
over and around us lies,
[Refrain:]
God of all, to you we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
2 For the beauty of each hour
of the day and of the night,
hill and vale, and tree and flower,
sun and moon, and stars of light, [Refrain]
3 For the joy of human love,
brother, sister, parent, child,
friends on earth and friends above,
for all gentle thoughts and mild, [Refrain]
4 For each perfect gift sublime
to our race so freely given;
graces human and divine,
flowers of earth and buds of heaven. [Refrain]
Reading:
Ecclesiastes 3:1–14
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
What do workers gain from their
toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. He has
made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the
human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning
to end. I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy
and to do good while they live. That each of them may eat and
drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of
God. (New International Version)
Invocation:
Lord
of all, to You I raise
These words and thoughts, in grateful
praise.
Can
the beauty of the Brahms
Cause combatants to seek peace?
Can
sonatas stifle bombs?
Can song make all warfare cease?
I
believe in music’s place
In making us a better race.
Yes,
I know that music can
Compel us to the barricade
To
fight against our fellow man,
To fight for those who need our aid.
Music
is a potent force
That can, unbidden, set our course.
Will
you agree there is a time
For music and a time for none?
Since
music can compel us, I’m
Convinced our work has just begun
To
wrestle with a larger task:
From us, pray, what does music ask?
Ponder
how our yearnings let
Our lives be lived in fits and starts.
Meanwhile,
we read God has set
Eternity within our hearts.
Might
music center us in sound
That bids us seek more timeless ground?
For
sound there is, and sound are we
When we seek sound to make us whole,
When,
unapologetically,
We seek for music such a role:
Come,
push us into higher spheres!
Come, reach beyond our mortal years!
Imagine
how we might draw near
To such ineffable delight,
To
trust in things we only hear,
Believing they can make us right,
To
practice toward that selfless cause
Of harmony and not applause!
Do
we dare to aspire thus,
To make earth more like heaven above?
Indeed,
we must. It’s up to us
In making music, sharing love
And
art and faith and hope and grace
In concert, freed from time and space.
Closing
prayer: Lord of all, to You we raise
Our hearts and lives, in grateful
praise.
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