Father Fenton was correct when he maintained
that CTS (well, CS too) should have offered a mandatory class in rubrics.
Fenton and a legion of others have also argued that only one 10-week class in “Lutheran
Worship” was simply not enough of a mandated immersion in the richness,
and riches, of historic Lutheran worship.
I am a ’95 grad from the “Fort” (that’s 1995 weisenheimers) and
was blessed to have the much loved and revered Rev’d Dr. Daniel Reuning as my “worship” professor my first
quarter. Because Dr. Reuning was then Dean
of the Chapel, he will always be designated by me in my own memory and
recollections as “Dean” Reuning. His class
was marvelous. He even brought the Rev’d
Charles Evanson in to our class for one session (back pre-Petersen/Redeemer).
And then, as we neared the end of the
quarter, Dean Reuning told the class that we would all be video-recording an
abbreviated page 15 Communion Service (or, maybe it was LW, the years have
dimmed my synapses). This was prior to
digital recording and would be done by a library worker using a camcorder with
tripod and the old reliable VHS cassette tape.
At the time, Kramer Chapel was undergoing some renovations, so daily chapel
was being conducted in Sihler auditorium.
So too would be our moot-mass.
Dean Reuning told us that everybody would be
chanting the parts that should be chanted (God bless him) as the ubiquitous
practice in the synod of “speak/chant”
(where the people can chant but the pastor only is allowed to speak) was a tad
sub-Lutheran!
All well and good, except I can’t chant. I
can’t sing on tune, on key, on melody, or on the planet earth - - -
I went to the Dean and asked for a special
dispensation or indulgence to “speak” all my “pastor-parts.” What amazed
me was that I was not alone (here, I AM naming names…sorry guys). Accompanying
me in my entreaties were Hank Drummond
(later to be our 4th year class president and Deaf-interpreter extraordinaire)
and Rob Wurst (simply one of the
finest men I’ve ever known, and a redoubt of indomitable Lutheran confessionalism
and orthodoxy…and also, the famed “Baron
of Brains” J
). The Dean would simply have none of
our waffling and weaseling and assured us that “...oh gentlemen....everybody can chant!”
Well…
He brought each of us up individually to his
piano, and had us chant a few pieces, no doubt firmly convinced that he could
coach us a little on matching tones, or I dunno, tuna-fishes…
After all three of us had spent about 5 to 7
minutes with him (probably less, he’s a Saint but not a martyr)… Dean Reuning
looking grimmer then his usual effervescent personality was known for said: “well….you
three may all speak your parts.”
He came close I swear to issuing a Fez (c.f. “That 70’s Show”)
style of farewell... “and I say to you—GOOD-DAY!” At least he was no Seinfeldian (not Schwenckfeldian) Vocal Nazi: “No class ‘pass’ for you!”
And from that moment on, Hank, Rob, and
myself (already good friends and amigos) collectively referred to our branded
trio as the “Flat-Boys” (and not Flatt as in Earl Scruggs and Lester).
My first call was to a twin-point parish
that used only TLH. I did not chant. I
do remember that my friend and neighbor to the north, the Rev’d Dr. Alan Ludwig used to say: “every pastor should chant…even
if he can’t.” So when I was
asked to serve a vacancy down the road (which I served for about 6 months) and
discovered that they had LW…with the pastor’s parts clearly marked for chanting…I
was off and running (running “off-key” of course). I thought I was doing okay until the evening
that one of the lay leaders excitedly took me aside before service to show me a
huge stack of TLH’s that the parish used to use, and recently re-discovered
they still had. “Hey pastor, this is
great…now you can use the same hymns, and EVERYTHING ELSE, that you use at your
own two congregations!” Ahh, yes, I got
the message.
I did not start to chant again with any regularity
until years later. I am back to being an
exclusive TLH user and I do chant every single part that has a congregational
chant response. I also chant the collect,
preface, proper preface, Pater Noster,
and Verba. My parishioners are neither dumb (nor deaf)
nor uninterested….they’re just very loving and tolerant.
But let me tell you…I am still King of the “Flat
Boys”…I make Rob and Hank look like Luciano
and Domingo swinging a sweet duet on
a PBS fund raiser.
But, I am dang joyful as I make my noise!
I'm chanting now too!
ReplyDeleteIt was an Ordination gift, I think. :)
Carry on, Margrave!
I think I was down in the commons selling smokes to the groundskeepers the day That "charism" was handed out :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting herr Baron!
- Margrave
(the "artist" fomerly known as 'Jay')
Herr Schroeder was always on the lookout for us there . . .
ReplyDeleteWell of course! LOL... after good old Hank (in a bit of a pique over a mis-spoken word or two from the "R" re: student loans) raised his voice to said individual and said "LISTEN BUCKO !!!" First time I bet he heard that (even if it too was off-key) :)
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