Maria Von Trapp

I remember going to the cinema to see The Sound of Music as an eight year old boy. Like many others, I was entranced by the many memorable songs such as 'My Favorite Things,' and 'Edelweiss'. I was thrilled by the breathtaking Austrian mountain scenery. I found out the other day in The End of an Era that ended long ago: Maria Von Trapp that the last of the Von Trapp Family Singers, the last of the children—the real ones—died in February. She was 99 years old. 

I also learnt that in reality, little Maria was part of a group of Christian singers known as the Trapp Family Singers. This Christian aspect is unfortunately not emphasized in the movie. The musical was never meant to be a documentary of the Von Trapp family.

 Maria Augusta Trapp, the governess in the movie who became Maria's stepmother, wrote a book about the singing group in 1949 called 'The Story of the Trapp Family Singers'. The book describes her marriage to the Captain, Georg Von Trapp, in these terms “I greeted it with a heart full of happiness and readiness to serve God where He needed me most—wholeheartedly and cheerfully.” She was evidently a devoted Christian mother.

If you want to find out the real story of the Trapp Family Singers and not the Hollywood version check out the Trapp Family website. You can even holiday at the Trapp Family Lodge!

The Real Von Trapp Family

Thoughts on a drawing by a prisoner

Recently, I went to the opening of the Art from the Inside art exhibition at a Correctional Centre not far from where I live and was impressed by the quality of some the art on display. The theme of the exhibition was 'Searching for the Light' and there were a number of paintings on the theme of light and darkness. But I was struck especially by a coloured pencil drawing by an inmate from Long Bay of the scene of the taking down of Jesus' body from the cross. It showed Joseph of Arimathea, Nicodemus, Mary the mother of Jesus and another woman. (I don't know for sure who the other woman is. From John 19:25-26 it could be either Mary's sister or Mary the wife of Clopas or even Mary Magdalena).

Touched by Silence

His caption matches the scene very well: 'His silence is not only Death, it is our Hope and Salvation. Great silence touches my heart.' In his drawing, he also captured the sense of haste in the activity. The Sabbath was fast approaching. Jesus' body had to be quickly taken down for burial. 

I hope this drawing touches your heart as well.

Dancing a PhD

     About 3 years ago, Rob Jacobs posted an interesting video clip on his blog Education Innovation showing how a scientist uses a dancing team to present his PhD. Apparently, scientists are more and more using the dance medium to express complex ideas in their presentations and to make them more memorable. I, with Rob, wonder how we could use the dance medium to make our messages and presentations in our church gatherings more interesting. Take time to watch it and enjoy!

I remember

I Remember

In a ground
that offered little
to console the eye
a wattle tree
erupted into life:
great lave spills
of sulphur-coloured flowers
washed down its slopes
on every side.

With daring,
deafening sound
it broke its winter
mood of gloom
and gave us all
that early spring
a feast of wattle bloom.

Bruce Smith


I remember when the poet who wrote this poem, Bruce Smith, lectured me at Bible College on systematic theology in 1996. He taught me a lot about creation, the trinity, the life, death and ministry of Jesus Christ. He had an acute theological mind.
I remember Bruce as a sort of 'cultural ambassador', taking groups of students to concerts at the Sydney Opera House. He also hosted film nights at his home in Newtown.
I remember Bruce as a spiritual father, at a time when I was suffering a bout of depression and needed one, just as Paul was to the Corinthians 1 Cor 4:15.

Bruce with his students hosting a film night

Fire gutters my old school

     

    Imagine my shock and horror when I first read in the local newspaper that a High School I used to teach at some 13 years ago had been gutted by fire. It brought back memories of my teaching days there at St Clair High. Because the fire happened during the school holidays and at night, no-one was hurt fortunately.
    It brought to mind the transience of things in this world and the Bible verse in 2 Peter 3 which says that  the present heavens and earth are being reserved for fire.

In Memoriam Joy Parry

         I use to play for a mixed voice choir known as the Sunrise Choir. When I first started playing for the choir, it was directed by a wonderful Christian conductor: Joy Parry. Joy was originally from New Zealand and had formed a great relationship with the Maori community over there. In fact, she became an honorary Maori and became a personal friend to the Maori Queen. When she moved to Sydney in the eighties, she became involved with the Shell Folkloric Festival at the Opera House.
         Joy was born with only one hand, but that didn't stop her conducting the choir, or playing the organ in church, or serving in the Dutch community. She could have easily been an honorary Dutchy for all the work she has done for the Sunrise Choir and the Rembrandt Club.

         It took about 12 months from the time she was diagnosed with cancer till she passed away, the day after Boxing Day 2002. Joy battled with this disease for 12 months in a way that only demands admiration. Her husband Dennis had been in a nursing home for about 3 years and Joy was having chemotherapy through the year and in November 2002 she found out that it was all to no avail. Then in the same month her husband died. When Sunrise sang at Dennis' funeral she insisted that she wanted to conduct her choir. What courage and determination! But that has been the story of Joy all along.
         Her signature song was a Maori song  Tama Ngakau Marie . Take time to listen to it.

When too much analysis wearies me

The Stars

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,

When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,

Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

Walt Whitman