I was five years old when it was released in 1969, too young to realize its genius. And way too young to know how difficult it is to create something beautiful, meaningful, or tuneful when disagreements threaten friendships and working relationships both. The four of them went on to do more, but there was no reunion tour. The sum was greater than the measure of its parts – brilliant parts though they were.
It makes me wonder what beauty might come out of other difficult things…
What is your favorite from the Fab Four?
Abbey Road, The Beatles, Released September 26, 1969, Apple Records
It was in every one of my relatives’ homes, a constant in otherwise very diverse record collections. It’s one of the first albums that comes up in the Christmas Apple playlists.Bing’s versions of White Christmas and Silent Night nestle among more contemporary tunes and artists in malls and restaurants throughout the holiday season.
The album is a mix of Christmas hymns and secular holiday songs; I’ve known every word of every song for well over fifty years – something I can’t say about many albums. Each time I listen to it, some memory of past holidays surfaces – my aunt making fruit compote, my grandfather drinking tea out of his saucer, going outside after decorating the tree to see it twinkle in my grandmother’s bay window, decorating a tree with friends in my Dover apartment. It is an auditory touchstone.
Is it the only or best Christmas album I own? No. Is it the most important as far as what it has added to my approach to the Nativity? Yes. It has been part of the soundtrack of my life as far back as I can remember, and I suspect it will continue to be so – even if and when memory fails.
There is no pain. Do you think you can tell heaven from hell? All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall. Pink Floyd lyrics are amazing, but add the music and they are mesmerizing. Existential angst and a peek at the darkness that lives inside every human heart shoot through the music and I greet them. Their presence within me is released, if only for the few minutes between opening chords and final notes. They are true to life, a truth that sitcoms and Hallmark movies do their best to deny or cover up.
But they aren’t the only truths, nor the deepest ones. They aren’t the final word, nor are they the ultimate narrative of a life well and deeply lived. In the end, it’s love and a benediction that close the book of life. Amen.
Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd – on the top ten:
We don’t pray for a lack of conflict only, but an abundance of well-being.
We won’t settle for tolerance, and we will do the hard work to love our neighbors, strangers, and life forms beyond our knowledge.
We won’t stop at the folding-our-hands praying: we will move on to the roll-up-our-sleeves praying.
We will remember that our lives are connected to every other life on this planet – and maybe beyond.
We will live out the truth that nothing can separate us (and everyone else) from the love of God; we are beloved and unique, and our value is not measured against the lives of others.
We will pray for peace throughout the world, and we will choose to be a peaceful presence in our own small part of it.
We will, with the help of God and neighbor, live in peace.
The saying is that love is blind, and there’s some truth to that. Love blinds us to imperfections and red flags, and allows us to dismiss warning signs we would be wise to heed. But it’s nothing in comparison to the blindness that comes from lack of love. What we do not love, we do not cherish. What we do not cherish, we are willing to neglect or use for our own purposes.
It is with the heart’s eyes that we understand the intrinsic value of the life around us, in its many forms.
When I was a child, a neighbor I knew told me that she’d almost married a man who became a wealthy, prominent politician. Instead, she chose another man who didn’t achieve great wealth or fame. Although she never said it aloud, it was clear to me that she regretted her choice.
As I grew older, she spoke of this choice many times. It wasn’t until I was fifteen or so that I thought through the implications of such a choice: three children that would not be born, extended family that she would never know, decades of experiences she wouldn’t have, the love winding through all of it never to be. She would never have her life particulars had she not made the choice she did.
There’s a precious uniqueness to the life that comes from our choices. Had she made a different choice, she may have had more money and social standing, she may have had a happier marriage – she may even have had children she would love fiercely. But she wouldn’t have the ones that her life had brought. Would she really be willing to wish them out of existence, or did she take it for granted that they would somehow, impossibly, be given even if different life choices were made?
Would I be willing to lose the holy what is, with all its complexity, for an unknown what is not? Would you?
We pray for the victims of violence and war; for those wounded in body and for those wounded in mind.
John called his wife and the pastor of his church a couple of minutes beforehand because he didn’t want one of his twin sons to find his body in the garage – he didn’t leave enough time for Linda and David to prevent it.
John couldn’t find a way to talk about the war that left his heart, mind, and soul in a dark room with no way out but a bullet.
John left behind a family and circle of friends that loved him, and a bunch of us in the congregational church choir who loved his wife and eight year old sons.
At twenty-one years old, I couldn’t imagine how anyone could be so isolated and so grief-stricken that death seemed the best gift he could give himself and those he loved.
War and violence claimed him, caged him, and spilled into the lives of those he wouldn’t for the world want to hurt.
But hurt us he did.
I hope we learned enough from John’s death to find other ways out of dark places.
Every child deserves to be welcomed into the world with joy. Each baby should have the basics – safety, food, clothing, shelter, engagement – provided without fuss or resentment. No child should have to offer his or her body for the use and gain of others, and no one should have to choose between death and committing murder.
Violence or violation? No child should have to choose. No adult should, either.
We pray to the Great Spiritual Power in which we live and move and have our being. We pray that we may at all times keep our minds open to new ideas and shun dogma; that we may become ever more filled with generosity of spirit and true compassion and love for all life; that we may strive to heal the hurts that we have inflicted on nature and control our greed for material things, knowing that our actions are harming our natural world and the future of our children; that we may value each and every human being for who he is, for who she is, reaching to the spirit that is within, knowing the power of each individual to change the world.
I’ve been lucky enough to have mentors who provided guidance without insisting that I take up a particular profession or remain in their particular discipline. I had a grandfather who let me learn boy’s skills, and a father who didn’t value me less because I was a daughter. Math, languages, science, home economics – it was all encouraged if I wanted to pursue it.
Many of my friends weren’t so lucky; if they questioned the direction chosen for them, there were serious consequences. Perhaps they weren’t wished a lesser life, but they were encouraged to be who they were not rather than who they were.
In the here and now, here’s hoping we mean what we pray…
From Jane Goodall’s A Prayer For World Peace, Hong Kong: Minedition, 2015
