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Top Five Humbug Hymns

12/5/2014

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For my ears, this is the most wonderful time of the year!  I am becoming quite a Christmas music snob in my age. I liked Christmas music before it was cool. (Can a hipster listen to Christmas music?) This is especially true in when it comes to Christmas hymns.  Advent and Christmas hymns are some of the most beautiful, haunting, and theologically rigorous hymns we sing all year. 
But, the opposite seems to be the case as well: this is the time of year where some of our weakest, most heterodox, and downright strange hymns get loads of undeserved attention. It is rather frustrating that these hymns tend to be quite popular! But, as with that abysmal “Do They Know Its Christmas?” by Band Aid (ugh…), no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to get away from these hymns. Like the Grinch, I want to descend into Whoville, bag these songs up, and remove them from the musical catalog.   But, you will very likely sing them in your church this season, despite their dangerous teachings.  After all, orthodoxy is no match for nostalgia.  

All I want for Christmas is you…to think Biblically and faithfully about the songs you sing in church, even during Advent and Christmas.  To this end, as Scroogey as it may seem, here is my list (complete with overly emotional video links) of the Top 5 Humbug Hymns we sing during the Christmas season:

5. Do You Hear What I Hear?
 Do I hear what you hear? Not if it’s this song because I am plugging my blessed ears.  Look, I’m a big Bing Crosby guy this time of year.  But I don’t even like his version of this one. Here’s a song that is just trying too hard to be profound.  Instead of propounding some penetrating spiritual insight, it merely recounts a game of telephone taking place on the night Jesus was born.  The wind whispers to the sheep who talks to the shepherd boy who has a conversation with a mighty king who tells us about Jesus.  I am not sure how the wind either talks to a sheep or sees anything.  Yeah, I know personification.  But, this one is a stretch.  Further, when the sheep hears angels blasting “Glory to God in the highest,” it almost flippantly asks the shepherd boy, “Do you hear what I hear?”  Of course not, thought the shepherd, these angels are making so much noise I can’t hear a thing!  

4.  Away in a Manger 
Believe me, this one is painful to put on the list.  I do love singing this one with my kids.  One point for nostalgia.  Unfortunately, I feel compelled to include it because it exemplifies of one perpetual problem we find plaguing Christmas hymns: sentimental Gnosticism.  There is something inside of us, let’s call it the old Adam, that doesn’t want to think of our Lord as being fully human.  We want to clean him up.  We think it impious and crass to speak of the holy infant as a baby who fills his holy diaper and keeps his parents up at night crying for milk.  So, we sing, 

“The cattle are lowing, 
the poor baby wakes,
but little Lord Jesus, 
no crying he makes.”  

Why not?  Is crying a sin?  Maybe this line was penned by some disgruntled passive aggressive parent on night six of 3:00 am newborn night duty? “You know, Johnny, baby Jesus didn’t cry at night.”  No, our Lord, from the moment of His divine conception in the womb of Mary has been fully, completely, totally human.  Dirty diapers, crying, disgruntled parents and all.

3.  We Three Kings of Orient Are
This one isn’t all that bad, save that we don’t actually know how many kings there were.  Wait, yes we do…zero! They weren’t kings nor were they really wise men. These were magi, pagan star-gazers from the east.  (Think of Nebuchadnezzar’s spiritual advisors in Daniel 2:2.)  Leaving these details aside, I just want to take this opportunity to remind you that your nativity scene is wrong.  The magi didn’t show up on the night of Jesus’ birth.  In fact, if you read Matthew (2:1-12) closely, it could have been anywhere up to two years after the birth of Christ before they came bearing their gifts.  Liturgically, this song doesn’t belong to Christmas either.  The magi are men of Epiphany.  In light of this, I am recommending that my church do an Epiphany Living Nativity.  Only, in this one, instead of everyone standing around, reverently gazing at the baby Jesus doll, we’ll have six or seven overly costumed magicians chasing my two year old around our parking lot while Mary cooks dinner and Joseph has bad dreams.  

2.  Little Drummer Boy
Setting aside the obnoxious “Ba-rum-pa-bum-bum” chorus, this song wreaks of sappy works righteousness.  This is the autobiographical story of a poor child who has nothing to his name but a drum.  He is invited to see the baby Jesus, asleep in the manger, but feels woefully inadequate because he has nothing to offer this little King.  Ah!  But wait!  His trusty drum is on hand.  He looks inquisitively at Mary, who thus far has been enjoying nothing but a silent, holy night (more on that in a moment), asking, “Shall I play for him? Ba-rum-pa-bum-bum?  Of course, as any good mother would, she invites the young man to beat away on his drum for a sleeping newborn infant!  And then comes, perhaps, the lamest line of the whole season, “The ox and lamb kept time. Ba-rum-pa-bum-bum.”  This one is just absurd.  Never mind that the story isn’t true, never mind that it is full of works righteousness (do your best and then the baby Jesus will smile at you), never mind any of that.  What mother lets a drummer perform for her newborn baby?  Do they think Mary is bats?  This is a strange one to be sure.  

1.  Silent Night
 If you want to see a candle-light service turn into a fun Christmas game of “burn the pastor on a stake,” then try removing this one from your Christmas Eve service.  But, this may be the worst of them all. Don’t get me wrong, I like the tune and the candles and the emotion of it all.  I especially like it sung in German, mainly because then I don’t have to listen to the lyrics.   The main idea of this hymn is not…well…true.  The night when Jesus was born was not a silent or quiet one.  Mary gave birth to a baby next to a feeding trough.  I can’t imagine the cows keeping to themselves, let alone the epidural-less mother of our Lord.  Further, angel choirs don’t tend to whisper.  Far from the Gnostic, sentimentalized picture of Jesus with glorious beams of light shooting from his face, our Lord was born into a loud, sinful, messy world in a loud, painful, bloody way.  Though the scriptures give us scant details about Mary’s experience, I think it would be fair to say that this birth, like any other birth, was one that felt the effects of the fall (Genesis 3:16).  But then, Jesus is always doing that.  It’s why He came!  He is fully human, after all, and he didn’t once avoid what you or I experience, even the effects of sin.  He came to endure them.  He became sin for us, after all (II Corinthians 5:21). So, his birth was likely full of blood and pain, just like His death. 

His death.  Now there was a silent night.  Sure, the onlookers were vocal enough, but not the heavens.  No angels singing at the cross.  No Father’s word of pleasure here.  Nothing but a forsaken silence.  Maybe you should sing this one on Good Friday. It was for that night that he came.  Because of that night, now the silence is the devil’s, for he cannot accuse you any longer.  Or, even if he tries, no one is paying attention. The Father’s ears are too busy listening to the risen Jesus plead for you.  But, I digress.

If you’d like a healthy corrective to this song, check out Jill Phillips sing “Labour of Love” on the phenomenal Behold the Lamb of God album by Andrew Peterson.  Her first line:

“It was not a silent night,
There was blood on the ground. 
You could hear a woman cry,
In the alley-way that night,
On the streets of David’s town.” 

Outstanding. 

Look, I am not trying to be a Scrooge here.  Perhaps the three spirits of Dickens will visit me in a dream and I will awake with a new, happy list for you: One with songs of comfort and joy; songs of truth and beauty; songs of angels, shepherds, and stars; songs of orthodoxy; songs of Jesus.  Until then, a merry Christmas to all!!
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Jerry Dodson
12/5/2014 03:05:08 pm

Thoughtful piece and well-worth the time I took to read it. Your writing style is brisk and bracing. I look forward to more of your blog.
-Jerry Dodson, Pastor, New Philadelphia Presbyterian Church

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Matthew Schmitzer
12/5/2014 10:11:57 pm

WELL...this wasn't very tolerant of my right to feel good during Christmas. ;)

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Philipp Metzger
12/7/2014 03:25:29 am

'Far from the Gnostic, sentimentalized picture of Jesus with glorious beams of light shooting from his face, our Lord was born into a loud, sinful, messy world in a loud, painful, bloody way.'
 
You're right about the way in which Jesus was born, I'm sure--the Bible doesn't sentimentalize these realities nearly as much as we like to!--but I'm afraid that you are perpetuating a common misreading of 'Silent Night.' The verse, as I'm sure you'll remember, runs like this: 'Silent night, holy night, / Son of God, love’s pure light; / Radiant beams from Thy holy face / With the dawn of redeeming grace, / Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth, / Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.' Now, this text (taken from cyberhymnal.org) has a semicolon after 'pure light'; lots of churches put a period or something similar on music-slides. Either one, unfortunately, makes complete nonsense of the verse: instead of a complete sentence, we have two sentence fragments. 'Silent night, holy night, Son of God, love's pure light' -- what? What does the light <i>do</i>? Exist, I guess. The same thing for the next lines: 'Radiant beams from Thy holy face, with the dawn of redeeming grace'. That might work (alas!) in a modern worship chorus, but it does not in a well-written hymn, new or old. If, however, we remove that offending semicolon and replace it with a comma, we get a very good English sentence: 'Silent night, holy night, Son of God, love's pure light, radiant, beams from thy holy face, with the dawn of redeeming grace.' Radiant, in this case, is an adverb or a predicate adjective describing 'light' as it 'beams' (a verb, not a noun!) from the face of Christ. In other words, the hymn-translator (almost a hymn-writer--the German of this verse is quite different) is not saying that Jesus had beams of light shooting from his face, but that he, even as a baby, looked out at the world with the love of the Son of God. That, I think you'll agree, is a very solid Gospel-message!

And there is even a possible allusion to one of the greatest New Testament hymns: compare to 'with the dawn of redeeming grace' the words of Zechariah in the Benedictus as it runs in the KJV (the standard English version when John F. Young translated the hymn), 'Through the tender mercy of our God; whereby the dayspring from on high hath visited us'. The language of this verse, at least, is solidly biblical and theologically sound.

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Tracy Chesney
12/17/2014 04:09:25 am

Great food for thought concerning these hymns. I humbly add that perhaps we over think some things as well. When I hear the lyrics to Silent Night, I picture "the silence after the storm" I experienced after birthing my kids. All of the pain, fear, grossness, and trembling after math is over, and you finally are resting quietly, soaking in the peace and joy of having this new life sleeping next to you. How much more so did Mary experience this with the very Son of God lying next to her? No wonder that she could do no more than ponder these things in her heart. Just as well, I can picture the animals being pretty silent and still or sleeping at night, just as farm animals do now. Now, if you want to go after a Christmas song, I'm all for murdering "Santa Baby" . . . ;-) --thanks for a good post!

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Deacon Schultze link
12/18/2014 08:52:56 am

You're such a Scrooge - but at least your theological head is screwed on right! Nice job. I'm going to steal it.

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