South Africa - Part Two

Several people asked me what Sister Ross’s house looked like after they read last weeks messenger. I found this photo of a house near Sister Ross’s. This photo was taken in 2000 during our second trip to South Africa. We had played a concert the night before at the church in Upington and we were visiting some of the church folk in the surrounding townships. Several people in this neighborhood told us that they couldn’t make it to the church for the concert but they were glad we came to visit them. After a little discussion we found a house three doors down that had power so we hooked together two extension cords, these are 230 power cords by the way, and strung them over two fences to reach the porch of the house that sat right behind this one. We sat up all of our equipment on the concrete slab porch and played a concert right there. The whole neighborhood came, bringing their chairs from their kitchens, and watched. The folks in the photo showed up just to watch us setting up.

The man is the owner of the house that he had built with his own hands. He was building a concrete block house behind it that would house the rest of his family. In several different colors of spray paint he had inscribed the address, Aurora 8, on the front of the house. Aurora 8 was the sight of the most successful concert I ever play because without any advertising or advance notice we had a great audience who enjoyed the music and let us know it! I have played many beautiful venues in front of larger audiences but nothing will ever top the porch at Aurora 8.

Remember, I’m listening.

Ralph Sappington – Director of Worship Arts

Thinking About South Africa

NOISES FROM THE MUSIC OFFICE

I’ve been thinking about South Africa recently, about the time I spent there and about the people that I miss. Let me tell you about one woman who made a lasting impression on me. Her name was Katrina Ross but everyone called her Sister Ross. She lived in Upington, a dusty farming community on the border of the Kalahari Desert. I met her in 1996 when she invited us to have tea at her house. Her house was in Louisvale, a township outside of Upington, and her house was one built by her own hands. It was built from scraps of wood and corrugated-metal, the former government called these dwellings “Informal Housing”. Sister Ross welcomed us into her home like a queen welcoming guests into her palace.
“Sit please.” She invited.
There were several chairs and a tattered sofa in the living area and improvised shelves that held small knickknacks and a clock that always told the time as 2:36. I wandered around the corner into her kitchen area to ask if I could help. The kitchen was an open-air affair with a fire pit and several hot plates powered by a car battery.
“Danke, Mr. Musicman.” She said as she handed me a plate of “Kooksisters”, a twisted, doughnut-like pastry, covered in honey and sesame seeds, to take into the living room. She followed with a tea service, a gift from a former employer, that she had treasured for many years.
I can’t recall exactly what we spoke about that afternoon, but I can recall the dignity of the woman and the hospitality that she extended to us in the midst of surroundings that we would find embarrassing. We might be depressed living in such a place but Sister Ross was thankful for the things God had given her. She had worked in the homes of the rich and did not covet their wealth but prayed for the poverty of their souls.
I returned to South Africa four years later and was saddened to find that Sister Ross had passed away just a year after we met. She died while walking down the dusty road to church. I visited her grave and later went to her house where her daughter now lived. I handed her a CD that I had recorded that included a song titled, “Sister Ross”. As she studied the CD and the dedication to her mother I explained to her the impression that her mother had made on me and I told her what a wonderful woman her mother was. Through tear-filled eyes she looked up at me and simply said, “I know.”
Remember, I’m listening.

Playing The Guitar

My father was a rodeo cowboy who came to visit me at my grandmother’s house six or seven times a year. One of the highlights of his visits was when he would pull out an old guitar that he kept stashed under my bed. He would carefully tune the guitar and take it out to the front porch and sit, with his ever-present cigarette dangling from his lips, playing “Under The Double Eagle”, “Wildwood Flower”, and a few Johnny Cash songs. The scene of a cowboy sitting with his guitar on the front porch of a house in the largely African-American neighborhood of inner city Los Angeles must have been quite a sight to the local denizens, but they never even turned their heads to notice. I would sit at his feet and try to memorize the movements of his hands. After a few days he would leave and I would clandestinely take the guitar out and attempt to replicate the sounds he made. I’m still trying today and I want to invite you to give it a try with me. Starting May 1st at 6:30pm I’ll be teaching a guitar class at the church. The classes will run six weeks until June 5th and we will meet in the Sanctuary. There is no cost for this class and I even have a few guitars to loan out if you don’t have one but want to give it a try. Just call me at the church or at home (245-6497, drop me an e-mail at RSAP@AOL.COM or stop by my office at church to let me know you’re coming so I can have the materials ready. I guarantee that you’ll be playing three chords by the end of the first session and in the words of Bob Dylan all you need in life are “three chords and the truth.”

Thoughts About Lent

Noises From The Music Office


As a kid I never really liked Lent, especially Ash Wednesday. My grandmother was an Acadian French Catholic who, even though she was a mostly lapsed Catholic, would march me down to St. Michael’s Church and have the already somber priest, who was now downright sullen, mark the sign of the cross on my forehead in some manner of wet soot. I didn’t like the fact that the church took all the colorful paraments down and “buried the alleluia”. The music went from woeful to disconsolate and my grandmother was depressed that bingo would not be held on Friday nights for the season. I prayed as a child that I would not die during Lent because I felt that God abandoned each and every one of us until the Easter sunrise service and that I would go straight to hell if I died before then. In my young adult years I attended “happy” church where we always sang happy songs and I never heard a word about Lent. Holy week would bring a Palm Sunday march around the church with the palm fronds - that we gather from the streets in Southern California – communion on Good Friday and finally an Easter Sunday Breakfast followed by more happy songs. I felt that something was missing.

Somewhere in between these two scenarios lies the truth about Lent. It is a time of anticipation, awaiting the return of the King. It is also a time to ready ourselves for His arrival, to get in shape for the task of spreading the news that the King is coming. We need to take some time to reflect, find the areas that we need to get into shape, and do some “Cross-training”. We know the truth that will set people free now so don’t wait until Easter Sunday, let them have the chance to train along side us. Open our doors and our hearts during the Lenten season to all who will hear. Sing our songs loud and clear, and yes we can be somber but we also can still rejoice that Jesus is coming soon!

Choir News

The choir needs your help for our spring Cantata and there’s room for you at our rehearsals. Sunday mornings at 11:30am, right after worship, we meet in the choir room downstairs. Give it a try and give up you fear and trepidation for Lent.

Guitar Class

Watch the messenger next week for the guitar class schedule.

Remember, I’m listening!

Ralph SappingtonDirector of Worship Arts

More Noise FRom The Music Office

I’m Listening!

It was a Sunday morning in 1978 or1979, I don’t remember exactly, but I was on the road and passing through Billings. Several of the band members and I decided to go to church so we headed down to First United Methodist Church, where the very nice lady at whose house we were staying was a member. As we walked in there was a fellow up front taking requests from the congregation for hymns. Now being a working musician this struck me as a very brave thing to do, we don’t encourage people to shout out their favorite song otherwise we might spend a whole evening playing “Freebird” and “When The Saints Go Marching In”. But there he was and the people were responding with a lot of great requests from the hymnal. Our pianist wanted to request “The Pina Colada Song” but we managed to restrain her. In any event that is about the only thing I remember from that service. Granted, I don’t remember a lot from the seventies, but that made a lasting impression! Recently folks from the congregation have asked me if we could do hymn requests again so, starting March 10th the second Sunday of the month will be “Hymn Request Sunday”. Show up at 10:20am and we will sing your request from the red or the black hymnal. And no, “Stairway To Heaven” is not a hymn!

Your Opinion Please.

I want to publish results from several questions I’ve posed to the choir and the congregation by the end of March. The questions are:
How many times a month do you want to see the choir sing?
How many times a month could you commit to sing?
How many times a month do you want the choir to rehearse?
How many times a month could you commit to rehearsing?

If you have already responded to these questions, thank you! But I need to hear from as many people as possible, so if you are a singer answer all the questions. If you are not a singer but have an opinion please answer question one and get your answers to me. You can E-mail me at, RSAP@AOL.COM, visit our blog at http://fumcmusic.blogspot.com/, or just put your answers in my box at church. Any way you do it your voice will be heard. And always remember, I’m listening!

Ralph SappingtonDirector of Worship Arts

Noises From The Music Office

Items found in the news:
1. A group of local clergy gathered to complain to a local pastor that one of the songs he had written the words for was not appropriate and would cause unknown damage if he persisted with it’s use.
2. A Christian music publisher was threatened with boycott if a new song was included in their catalog.
3. A group of angry parents called a radio station and demanded that the station quit playing a new artist who they felt was destroying the minds of their children.
4. A church musician was roundly criticized for composing new music for every service, every week and not even printing the words for the congregation.

Do you recognize any of these cases? Do you recognize yourself in any of the reactions of the people involved? I recognize myself, I’m a parent and I have often worried about the influence of music upon my children. Do you have any clue to the identity of the offenders? The first was Martin Luther who wrote words to a beer drinking song and then had the nerve to call it, “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God”. The second was Charles Converse and the hymn? “What A Friend We Have In Jesus”. The artist that parents were so angry with? Benny Goodman. And lastly the church musician who could not stop introducing new music, and his own at that? JS Bach.

As artists, and Christian artists at that, those of us who serve the church are pulled in several directions. We really want to please the congregation; we love to hear positive comments after a service. And on days we receive one negative word we forget all the positive words that we have heard before. But we also try to hear from God. We want to please Him. We want to supply the music and the words that may bless someone in a time of need. We want to help lead someone to the life in Christ that we enjoy. But we are also humans and sometimes our own selfish desires try to take over and God has to deal with us like spoiled children, and that’s not fun, I know from experience.

Thanks for understanding us, and helping us to be the artists that God wants us to be.

Guitar Class

Playing guitar is fun, and it’s one way to lead worship. Want to learn how? I’m planning a guitar class to be held here at the church. If you’ve never played before or if you’re pretty good this class will be useful. All you need is a guitar and we will supply the rest (talent not included). If you are interested let me know and I’ll get info to you.