Friday, January 02, 2015

Principles

Principles
My wife and I only know the big grocery stores from the outside since we feel strongly that we should favour the communion of saints. Favour is the right word. Sometimes it is a nuisance, and yet I do not want to say anything bad about the practice. If the minister and his wife cannot support businessmen from the congregation, who will?
But there are limits, which led to a disagreement with the green grocers, two bachelor brothers from our congregation—the Brothers van Loon. They came around every Tuesday morning in their truck loaded with fruit and vegetables, and we felt obliged to buy from them. But my wife was not happy with their produce: the vegetables were often wilted and the fruit bruised. On top of that, she learned from a neighbour—who does not attend our church—that their cauliflower was more expensive than their competitor’s.
The competition also came down our street on Tuesdays. I suggested to my wife to leave well enough alone, but she is not so inclined. I think you can imagine how things went. It happened like this.
My wife flagged down the other green grocer as he was driving by. She looked at his cauliflower and compared it with what she usually bought from the Brothers van Loon. The cauliflower was so beautiful she thought she was looking at a bouquet of Spring flowers! Unable to resist the temptation, she bought two magnificent heads, but, as she was returning to the manse, who happened to turn the corner in their truck but the Brothers van Loon! And they had seen it all.
Acting as if nothing were amiss they came to our door: “Vegetables, madam? Some beautiful cauliflower?” “No, thank you; not today.” “Oh, not today? Did you perhaps buy from another supplier?” “No,” said my wife. “No? And what then did Madam buy from that backstabber?”
That is how the trouble began. My wife was furious and felt deeply insulted. In such instances I do well to show nothing but loyal solidarity.
After a few days things simmered down, until the brothers made the following move. The Brothers van Loon are proud of their high ethical standards, not only as it relates to commercial enterprise, but in the ecclesiastical realm too. They love to speak about “principles,” at men’s society and at congregational meetings, and are convinced that “on principle” everyone in the church should buy from them.
I was beginning to weaken in my resolve and suggested that we return to buying from the Brothers van Loon, but one look from my wife terminated that suggestion.
The next act of the drama came with a postcard which my wife found in the daily mail and showed to me. This is what it said:
We cannot respect people who abandon their principles. Go ahead and buy from the world! Brothers van Loon, green grocers.
Dismayed and not knowing what to do with it, I put the postcard in the breast pocket of my jacket.
As I had a week’s vacation time left over, my wife and I went to Paris for a few days where we had a lovely time. The Brothers van Loon and their principles were far from our minds.
One evening we were strolling down the Boulevard Rochechouart enjoying the fascinating spectacle of light and colour when we passed by a rather suspicious looking establishment lit up by an abundance of neon lights depicting images of women who, apparently, were not bothered by the cool evening air.
I stopped suddenly and said, “Look over there!” She looked at me in surprise. “At what?” she asked. I peered intently at the entrance to the cabaret. “There, at the ticket counter! Is it them?” She looked and then grabbed my wrist. “Yes, it’s them. Both of them.” The two Brothers van Loon, green grocers, were standing in line.
My wife took one look at the colorful sign above the entrance and wrinkled her nose in disgust. My nose is not as eloquent as hers; instead, I asked sarcastically, “Beautiful cauliflower, madam?”
We stood still for a moment watching the two unsuspecting sinners and then continued our walk somewhat stunned by the turn of affairs. Before we went more than ten paces a brilliant idea flooded my mind. “Wait here,” I said.
I hurried back to the entrance of the cabaret and with many murmurs of pardon, sorry, un moment, etc., I succeeded in approaching the unwitting Brothers van Loon, green grocers, from behind, just as they were taking their tickets and receipt. With a quick movement I pulled the postcard from my breast pocket and laid it on the counter right in front of them.
The last thing I saw were the two heads of the Brothers van Loon, green grocers, leaning over the counter reading the lines:
We cannot respect people who abandon their principles. Go ahead and buy from the world! Brothers van Loon, green grocers.
There are principles and there is revenge. Into which category this move of mine fell I will have to think about.

*Translation and adaptation by George van Popta of “De Wraak is Zoet,” De Weleerwaarde Heer (pp 67-70), Rev. M.E, Voila: J.H. Kok, Kampen, The Netherlands,1961.



Thursday, December 18, 2014

Dominie’s Sikh Friend

Dominie’s Sikh Friend

George van Popta

There is style and there is class. Dominie may not have had much style, as the world considers style, but he had class.

Dominie had accepted a call to another church. At such a time we cover up the pain of separation with laughter. How could we be happy? This was the man whom God had sent to us to speak to us the Word of God every Sunday. We heard the voice of the Great Shepherd through His under-shepherd twice every Lord’s day. Because Dominie’s voice was so familiar, and his sermons somewhat predictable, we thought we knew him. We knew from the cadence of his heavily accented sentences when he was wrapping up the sermon—just the final song yet, and the benediction, and we’d soon be outside chatting, swapping stories, and laughing.

Dominie was not what you would call an especially stylish man. During all the years he preached to us he wore a grey suit. He may have replaced it with a new one once in a while, but we never noticed because the new one was identical to the previous.

Nothing stylish about Dominie. Even when he would drop by because of illness in the family or if someone needed encouragement, he’d wear a grey suit.

We thought we knew him, until his farewell evening.

As I said, when we are sad, we turn to laughter. To cover up our sadness.

The farewell evening had begun and was evolving in a predictable way. There was only one unusual thing that immediately caught everyone’s attention. Near the front of the church sat an old Sikh gentleman and his wife. We could tell he was a Sikh because he was wearing a turban. The turban happened to be pink. Later I was told it was, in fact, lavender.

The chairman of the men’s society, a serious man, ascended the pulpit. He read some scripture, prayed, and invited us to sing a well-known Psalm. On behalf of the men’s society, he spoke some kind words of farewell to Dominie, his wife, and the children, and then presented them with a gift, a beautiful painting of local scenery: “We don’t want you to forget this beautiful part of the country!”

This was followed by several presentations—women’s, young people’s, youth. And on it went, predictably and comfortably. The presentations alternated between funny, sad, and poignant. But mostly we laughed. When the elders and deacons performed a humorous skit about Dominie’s typical way of leading a meeting, we laughed heartily. When one of Dominie’s local colleagues told a story about Dominie at a classis meeting, we laughed so hard we thought our sides were going to burst.

After several hours, when everyone was good and ready for coffee and cake, the chairman of the men’s society ascended the pulpit once again. With gravity, he thanked everyone for coming, bade Dominie farewell once more, and asked if there was anyone whom he had missed, or who had not been on the program but yet wanted to say something. The Sikh gentleman stood up.

Well, this was interesting. Slowly, with age and dignity, he walked to the front of the church. He began to speak. This was very interesting. No one could remember a Sikh speaking in our church. He began to tell a story.

It had been a hot Summer afternoon when he and his wife were walking along the sidewalk. Suddenly overcome by heat, thirst, and exhaustion, he sat on a stone wall in front of a house. That house, as it turned out, was the Manse. Dominie was sitting in the shade reading the newspaper from the old country that had just come in the mail. He noticed the Sikh man sitting at the end of the driveway on the stone wall, and the man’s wife bending over him with a look of concern on her face.

Dominie got up to see if he could help. “My husband is very thirsty,” said the lady. “Could he please have some water?”

Dominie went to the house and came back with a pitcher of water and some glasses. He poured two glasses of water, and then he took a moment to speak about the other water, the living water that Jesus provides.

On that day Dominie and the Sikh became friends. The Sikh gentleman and his wife would drop by more often to talk with Dominie.

We never knew. We thought we knew our Dominie.

We all listened intently to the Sikh as he told us the story about our kind Dominie. He considered it an honour to count him a friend and wanted to give him a parting gift. The Sikh explained that it was their custom to give the turban they are wearing to their departing friend. The turban would be a reminder of their friendship. With that the Sikh removed the turban from his head, reached forward, and placed it on Dominie’s head. Dominie was mostly bald and had a smaller head than his Sikh friend, and so the turban sank down over Dominie’s forehead. It was a sight to behold! Our Dominie clothed in his trademark grey suit, the only way we had ever seen him in all the years he had ministered to us, wearing a lavender-colored turban.

No one laughed, snickered, or tittered. Instead, after a moment during which you could have heard a pin drop, the congregation slowly rose and began to clap. We did not know whether we were clapping for Dominie or the Sikh. Likely, we were clapping for the Lord. We had seen a remarkable thing.

Our immigrant congregation may not have had much style, but on that evening we had class.

Dominie wore the turban for the rest of the evening, during coffee and as we all came by his table to say farewell. He wore it with pride.

Dominie did not have much style, but he had a lot of class. And we thought we knew him.

There is style, and there is class.

*A true story which I experienced as an adolescent boy at the departure of a neighboring minister. This short story was inspired by Style and Class (1982), poems by Sietze Buning.



Monday, November 10, 2014

The New Book of Praise

(As published in the recent issue of Clarion)

The New Book of Praise

George van Popta

At long last, the new Book of Praise is printed and ready for shipment to the churches. Orders are being sent in to the publisher, and soon we will all be singing from the 2014 version. This is the third complete edition, after the 1984 and the 1972 editions, and the hope is that it will serve the churches for many years.
The committee is thankful for the tremendous amount of feedback, encouragement, and cooperation it has received from the churches throughout the past thirteen years, as well as the good guidance and leadership given by the General Synods convened during this time. Above all, praise and gratitude is due to our heavenly Father for providing the churches with a songbook that will be used weekly and daily, in church, school, and home, to praise his most holy Name.

Roots
The Book of Praise is rooted in our Reformed past. The first complete Genevan Psalter was published in French in 1562, and since then versions have appeared in many languages used by churches throughout the world.  When our parents and grandparents landed on these shores with the waves of immigration from the Netherlands after the Second World War, and felt obliged by the Lord to establish the Canadian Reformed Churches, they also felt strongly led to produce an English version of the Genevan Psalms. They had been singing them in Dutch all their lives and were not inclined to give them up. Acting in faith, some may say, audaciously, the far-flung federation of a handful of churches set out in the 1950s to produce an English Calvinistic songbook where the Psalms were to be set to the beloved Genevan tunes and which would also include hymns faithful to scripture. We are the heirs of our fathers’ vision.

2001 to 2013
The Standing Committee for the Publication of the Book of Praise of the Canadian Reformed Churches (yes, that is its real name; “SCBP” for short) received from recent synods the mandate to add some more hymns to the 65 of the 1984 Book of Praise, to revise and improve the Psalms, and, recently, to amend all the Biblical text references to the ESV (from the NIV). From the perspective of the SCBP it was an interesting task. It could be said that the whole federation was turned into a huge super-committee as the work progressed over the years from Synod 2001 to Synod 2013.
The most significant part of the work was the revision of the 150 Psalms. About fifty of them required little revision, about fifty needed some revision, and about fifty were completely redone. The SCBP was able to engage Dr. William Helder for this work. Many will know that Dr. Helder has been involved with the Book of Praise for many years. In his work, Dr. Helder did not especially use any one English translation of the Psalms; rather, he used a large number of English, Dutch, German, French, Latin, and other translations. At times ministers on the committee would give him a literal translation of the Hebrew from which he would then work, and the Hebrew scholars at CRTS were always ready and willing to help.
In 2010 Synod Burlington instructed the SCBP to publish an Authorized Provisional Version (APV) which the churches were then to use for three years and submit comments on to the committee. The result of this three year “test-drive,” comments to the committee, the report of the SCBP to Synod 2013, and the decisions of the Synod, is the new edition of our songbook.
  
APV to 2014 edition
To become more particular, the differences between the APV, 2010, and the new, 2014, edition can be summarized thus:
1.) Changes to the Psalms:
a. In about 20 stanzas in the Psalm section some words, or a couple of lines, have been changed as
compared with the APV.
b. In Psalm 17 significant changes were made to the text of stanza 5.
c. Psalm 25:6 was replaced with entirely new text.
d. Psalm 81:6 was also replaced with entirely new text.
e. In Psalm 90 the first stanza has been changed back to the 1984 version and the second stanza has been deleted. Consequently this Psalm is significantly different from that found in the APV.
2.) Changes to the text of the hymns:
a. In about five stanzas some words, or a couple of lines, have been changed as compared with the APV.
b. The lyrics of Hymns 58 and 77 have received significant and substantial changes.
3.) Changes to the melodies of the hymns:
When the SCBP, in the APV, returned many of the melodies to their original composition, some churches objected to the changes. The Committee, being sensitive to these objections and not wanting the music of the Book of Praise to be a divisive issue, recommended to Synod 2013 that some of the corrections be undone. Synod adopted these recommendations and added others as well. Undoubtedly, the local organists will point these out to their respective congregations.

Incompatibility
Once a church has decided to adopt the new edition for use in the worship services it will not be possible for members to continue using the APV. The significant changes to the text of the Psalms and hymns as well as to the melodies of the hymns make it impossible to use the two versions together without creating confusion in the worship service. Using both songbooks at the same time to sing would be unedifying for the worship service because of the difference in some lyrics. Similarly, the changes to music, rests, and fermatas in some of the hymns would also be a cause for unnecessary confusion. Further, due to content and formatting changes in the 2014 Book of Praise, the page numbering in the two editions is no longer the same. The APV and the new edition are not compatible.

Digital
Premier Publishing has also produced a digital version (a tagged PDF) which can be bought and downloaded from http://bop.premierprinting.ca. This version is suitable for tablets and smartphones.
A few churches project the text of the Psalms and hymns in the worship service. While the SCBP had originally expected that the tagged PDF would be suitable for this use, some have indicated that this may not be the case. The SCBP will be discussing this at its Fall meeting and is committed to accommodating the needs of the churches that make use of projectors.

Thankfulness
The SCBP is thankful that the Book of Praise continues to be a blessing to the church of Christ. Above all, may our God be “enthroned on the praises of Israel” (Psalm 22:3) also through the use of our songbook. To him alone be all glory, now and forever!

Rev. George van Popta has served as chairman of the SCBP since 2001 and is due to retire from the committee in 2016.