Music for a Funeral

Many of you reading this blog know that my brother Adam recently died. His passing was sudden and unexpected. One morning, while jogging, he collapsed and never regained consciousness. Needless to say, my entire family was (and still is) devastated. When I was asked to serve as the organist for his funeral, I hesitated, but only for a second. Finally, I was grateful to have something to do – something I actually knew about!

The first order of business was to choose the hymns. I had already thought of this and had a few suggestions – three of which were used.

There is a saying in the organist world. If you don’t specify the hymns before you die, you’re going to get “Amazing Grace,” “In the Garden,” and “The Old Rugged Cross.” (Let me stress, there is nothing wrong with ANY of these, especially if they are what someone has requested.)
So these are the hymns and why they were chosen.
First, “Amazing Grace.” I know that conflicts with the last paragraph; but, I chose it because we sang it around Adam’s hospital bed during an intensely moving prayer service. Also, I know that Adam is in God’s care and keeping and that one day, we will all be with Adam “bright shining as the sun” and singing God’s praises together.

The second hymn was “It Is Well With My Soul.” Google the history of this hymn and you’ll learn that the author wrote it in response to the dreadful news that his wife and children had perished when their ship sank en route to America. Adam left three sons behind aged 16, 10, and 6. The first verses speak of sorrow with each one giving away to a refrain of a simple but solid statement of faith. The final verse speaks of the resurrection!

Finally, I chose “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God.” Adam spent some time in the Lutheran Church, but was baptized in a non-denominational (though Christian) service. At the time he died he was a member of a Presbyterian church. I have to admit I was thinking of Adam’s ancestors when I chose the hymn – hardy Norwegian Lutheran stock they were. If our loved ones meet us when we die, I know that some of those Lutherans were there waiting for him on the other side.

There was other music: Eric and Ellen Olson played the oboe and viola during the prelude, my niece Jessica played a guitar solo that Adam taught her, and Jessica accompanied another niece, Maya, who sang and made us all proud of her voice and poise. Finally, my brother and sister and I sang “Steal Away.”

I guess if this story has a moral, here it is. If you know what hymns you want to have sung at your funeral, then tell someone. I’m sure Adam, being only 37, never thought it was anywhere near the time to share that information. I hope he likes the ones we picked. Rest in peace, dear brother. We love you.