Do Not Be Afraid

I had no idea why tears so abruptly filled my eyes. I was crying before I understood why I might be crying. But the sense that the reaction meant something was as real to me as the tears.

I was seated alone in a packed crowd at Duke University’s stunning neo-Gothic chapel, listening intently as Scottish composer Sir James MacMillan conducted his St. Luke Passion for choir and orchestra. The core text of the piece is taken word for word from Luke’s gospel. The narrative begins as Jesus and his disciples prepare for their last meal together and ends with the last breath of Christ on the cross, the centurion exclaiming what the angry crowd moments earlier would not: “Certainly this man was innocent.” At any point, for any number of reasons, tears were certainly explicable, appropriate even. But there was something very particular about this moment which gave me pause months, even years, later. My body seemed to rush ahead of any sort of conscious thinking. This was not a slow climb of emotion welling up as tears that eventually fell. I was not reckoning with a particular thought or concept that suddenly clicked. Rather, my eyes seemed to confess that my brain and body were up to something, caught up in an activity that the conceptual part of me hadn’t yet realized.

I was crying before I understood why I might be crying.

Neurologists and therapists experienced with the power of music wouldn’t find in my description anything much out of the ordinary. “Listening to music is not just auditory, it is motoric as well: ‘We listen to music with our muscles,’ as Nietzsche wrote,” writes the late neurologist Oliver Sacks in Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain (Random House, 2008). “We keep time to music, involuntarily, even if we are not consciously attending to it, and our faces and postures mirror the ‘narrative’ of the melody, and the thoughts and feelings it produces.” The use of music in a wide range of therapies has long been known to be effective, helping patients who have difficulty with language, cognition or motor control, even as the processes involved remain mysterious. Recent advancements in the field of neurology and brain imaging offer insight into the brain’s activity in the midst of music-making and music-hearing. With increasing light being shed on the brain’s plasticity (its ability to change) and music’s ability to activate and engage entire regions and networks within the brain, music is increasingly being engaged as an effective component of rehabilitative care.

A NEW FEEL FOR GOD’S PRESENCE

For my own encounter, there was just as much going on, therapeutic as much as theological. Examining it has not only prompted tools for reconceiving the story of the Passion – the subject of the oratorio – but also reimagining the dynamics of God’s creation and God’s ways of acting within it, within me. In his Theology, Music and Time (Cambridge, 2000) theologian Jeremy Begbie, a musician and a foremost thinker on theology and music, offers ample help, even as he would offer the helpful caution to resist turning music or the experience thereof into a mental construct: “We are dealing with practices, interaction with sounds, concrete encounters with the physical world, drawing on many facets of our human make-up. … Certainly, musical activity can generate conceptuality for the theologian, but it does so in and through being just that, an activity.” (As director of Duke Initiatives in Theology and the Arts, Begbie led a group of 10 scholars and artists from the UK, Ireland and the U.S. who worked collaboratively as MacMillan shaped his St. Luke Passion.)

Like other passion oratorios, St. Luke’s Passion uses the text of the gospel, in this case following Luke 22-24 in its entirety. It is unusual, however, that MacMillan adds two short but significant passages, also from Luke, as prelude and postlude to the passion narrative. The piece begins with a short section from Luke 1 and ends with short texts from Luke 24:38 and Acts 1:9-11. Thus the narration of Christ’s crucifixion begins with the announcement of his birth and concludes with his return to the Father. Stated another way, the narration of Christ’s death begins with his young and frightened mother and ends with his frightened and grieving disciples, who think they are seeing a ghost as the crucified Son stands in their midst. The passion of Christ stands between fearful humans and the One who invites us not to be troubled.

Fittingly, the angel Gabriel’s admonition to Mary, “Do not be afraid” (Luke 1:30) figures prominently in the music. It is sung twice by male chorus voices in the prologue. But the sequence of notes that first carried the words is also repeated in insightful, telling moments of the piece, each time powerfully recalling the first appearance of the phrase, with or without the presence of the words. As Begbie notes in Theology, Music and Time, “Repetition in music is not a one-level succession of ever-receding events on a straight time-line but occurs only in a composite of metrical waves in relation to which musical events cannot be conceived as falling back into vacuity.” In the this oratorio, as the sequence of notes was repeated in various points of the passion, the new sequence seemed to carry with it what had been – the consolation of a young mother to set aside fear for the sake of the son. And yet, each time something further was provoked, bringing the possibilities of Mary’s fear into a disrupting sense of fear in the crowd or in my own anticipation of what was coming. Each repetition provoked a desire for further resolution, including the instrumental repeating of the notes again and again and again after Jesus has just breathed his last.

VOICES OF THE PASSION

The voice of Christ is sung by a children’s choir, a choice that makes the innocence of Jesus at times almost unbearable. Adult voices in the choir move into polyphony (combining a number of parts at once) to show the chaotic and angry world of the crowds. As chapter 22 gives way to chapter 23, Christ has been interrogated at the home of the High Priest and is about to face Pilate. Answering the angry words of the court of the High Priest, “Are you the Son of God, then?” Jesus replies in slow and wrenching innocence: “You say that I am.” Adult voices of the choir at once ignite in a contrasting, angry condemnation of Jesus. Here, as Christ moves closer towards his destiny, MacMillan tellingly inserts the words of Gabriel once again, though this time it is sung by the entire chorus as a slow and cautious lament. After a period of full and palpable silence, the same voices that just erupted in anger sing quietly, perhaps for Christ’s sake, perhaps for our own, echoing words given to his mother as she carried him as a child: “Do not be afraid.”

Of the many objections and difficulties that arise from hearing the gospel, particularly the crucifixion story, the problem of time is intricate. Do this story, this death, these characters hold anything for the present, anything more than an ever-retreating event, recollected only in memory? Do we call to mind in the passion story an unreachable past, an unreal future? How is it that our own sense of temporality, as the New Testament affirms, along with all of time and history, is decisively gathered up in the life, death and resurrection of Christ?

As Begbie notes, and my encounter enacted for me, music performs possibilities for theology. I seemed somehow with Mary and the possibilities of her fear in a way I hadn’t ever quite been able to muster outside of an arm’s length’s recollecting. This is perhaps because in music we are participating in something temporal that yet does not presuppose a linear view of time. How this might help us clarify the nature of temporality and our involvement with it Begbie notes eloquently: “In the midst of our fractured and distorted temporality we are given to participate in a temporality in which our past, present and future can be at peace, co-inhere,” he writes. Each time the invitation to not be afraid was repeated musically, it held its own temporal integrity while relating both to the over-arching wave of the story of Christ’s birth, death and resurrection, as well as to every other sequence of every previous invitation to not be afraid. Such musical repetition opened me to the continuity of God’s summons in history in the midst of complicated waves of my own fear in the present, as well as the continuity of God’s summons to be reformed by Christ’s gathering efforts in the midst of time and history and the present work of the Spirit as one who directs temporal things toward their eschatological fulfillment in Christ. “The Holy Spirit opens our present (and us) to Christ’s past and future,” writes Begbie, and significantly, “as in the case of music, this entails not the refusal of ‘our’ temporality, but its healing and re-formation.”

I still cannot pinpoint what exactly made my eyes pour forth as if in a kind of speech in the midst of McMillan’s oratorio. I suspect the moment defies reduction, cautioning us against reducing our theology and the Christian life to activities of the mind alone. But that tears did come while listening to music and the words of St. Luke left me with the very comforting sense that the Spirit is at work within us in ways unaware – unlocking us to the possibilities of the ways God works in creation, provoking our attention in groans too deep words, opening us out to Christ, compelling us to encounter his past not merely as past, but as our future.

Indeed, Do not be afraid.

Jill Carattini is a specialized minister in the Reformed Church of America working as writer and speaker at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia.

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