Posted on 12/09/2013 2:05:42 AM PST by markomalley
There are some dioceses that are further along than others. We have 3 parishes that are all Latin plus a few more that offer the traditional liturgy. On top of that are a lot of parishes returning chant to at least the ordinary parts of the mass.
I’ve heard that too. Though it begs the question.
All our work done in good conscience can glorify God. But it’s also about whether it helps your inner disposition.
How did you post all those different replies to different users at the exact same time?
Impressive.
I hope not. But there’s a lot of early music “chant” that just isn’t very pretty because it lacks harmony and melodic drama. And you know that drama is quite important for sacred music—the mass is a drama that has direction.
But harmony is not required to have good chant - unison chant well done with the appropriate movement and breathing is very dynamic AND dramatic.
If you simply MUST have harmony, then you can use organum and it works very well (we use fifths and then thirds). But a good schola can give you all the drama you can handle.
In every genre, there is the best of the best.
I read Byzantine History as an undergraduate, under one of the leading historians of the period. This was long before I became a Catholic, and this supposed "fact" is nowhere to be found in either contemporary accounts or the standard histories.
And yes, I do read Greek, both Classical and Koine.
Check out the CMAA blog (Musica Sacra) if you haven't already.
What have you heard that begs the question? I can’t figure out which message you’re replying to.
nice song...
God doesn't care about perfect melodies or perfect pitch for that matter...He doesn't even care if you sing flat...
God cares about what's in your heart...
Again, listen to the interweaving of the independent melodies in the four parts - and watch the shape of it in the score. THAT is an appropriate offering to the Lord of the Universe.
I listened...That's just man pleasing man...
But it is our duty to exercise our God-given gifts in His praise. Mr. William Byrd was a modest man, loved by all, and God's devoted servant in the face of much persecution. His brilliant use of the talent that God gave him (probably the greatest English composer of all time) has moved many hearts.
We should offer only our best, and then say, "We are unprofitable servants."
Go back to sleep.
Figures.
Go back to your own denomination's threads and amuse yourself. I don't go bothering you there.
God's not running a karaoke contest...He want's people to sing joyfully, whatever and however they can...
If you are in a choir, it's reasonable for everyone to sing together, in tune...If someone can't hold a note, you don't let them sing in the choir...Doesn't sound good to the audience but God doesn't care about that...
Would you deliberately sing rap before the Lamb?
We should offer only our best
Christians are all before and in the Lamb 24/7...I might be standing in my underware in front of the batroom sink shaving while singing (not my best) to God...You really think that displeases God???
What I am saying is that a perfectly pitched, in tune, robe dressed choir is no more acceptable to God than the crowd in front of you who is off tune and out of sync...It's those who are singing to God, and out of their hearts that catch the attention of God...
I appreciate a good choir but they can't replace my singing unto the Lord...
You’d rather that I battle you over your denial?
It was a stylish congregation: you could see they’d been around,
And they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town.
But over in the amen-corner of that church sat Brother Eyer,
and he insisted every Sunday on singing in the choir.
His voice was cracked and broken; age had touched his vocal chords,
And nearly every Sunday he’d get behind and miss the words.
Well, the choir got so flustered the church was told in fine
that Brother Eyer must stop singing or the choir was gonna resign.
So the pastor appointed a committee, I think it was three or four,
and they got in their big fine car and drove up to Eyer’s door.
They found the choir’s great trouble sitting there in an old arm-chair,
The summer’s golden sunbeams lay upon his snow-white hair.
Said one, “We’re here dear Brother, with the vestry’s approbation
to discuss a little matter that affects the congregation.
Now, it seems that your voice is interfering with the choir,
So, if you’ll just lay out, or...Are you listening, Brother Eyer..?”
The old man raised his head, a sign that he did hear;
and on his furrowed cheek they caught the glitter of a tear.
His feeble hands pushed back the locks as white as silky snow,
and he answered the committee in a voice both soft and low:
“I wonder if beyond the tide that’s breaking at my feet,
in that far-off heavenly temple where my Master and I shall meet:
Yes, I wonder if, when I try to sing the songs of God up higher
I wonder if they’ll kick me out of singing in Heaven’s choir?”
A silence filled the little room, the old man bowed his head;
The committee went on back to town, but Brother Eyer was dead.
A few church-goers watched the door, but the old man entered not.
The choir missed him for a while, but he was soon forgot.
Far away his voice is sweet, and he sings his heart’s desires
Where there are no church committees and no fashionable choirs.
Is this a selfie?
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