Tuesday, January 23, 2024

A Nickel-What??? Nyckelharpa!

            Over the last 20 years, my husband Brian has had a stroking condition. And, over those years as each one hit, it would steal a little more from him. The accumulative effect left him nearly unable to speak except in a raspy whisper.

            Can you imagine a missionary preacher/teacher unable to speak?

            Not only that, but the stupid strokes stole some use of his hands. Brian’s an avid musician and music lover. He played guitar beautifully. Singing and playing had been his joys—that and ministering.

            So, when not only his voice diminished but the use of his ability to play guitar, we wondered what to do. First, we tried guitars with a narrower neck. Then less strings. But the time came when Brian despaired that his guitar-playing days were over.

            Brian enjoys listening to all types of instruments—historical ones intriguing him always.    

            One day, as he browsed the internet and listened to some ancient examples on YouTube, he announced, “I’ve found an instrument I think I could play!”

            “Oh, wow!” I exclaimed as he turned his laptop for me to see. I bobbed my head in surprise and wondered at this thing he discovered. “What in the world is THAT?”

            “A nyckelharpa.”

            “A nickel-what???” I raised an eyebrow.

            He slowly repeated, “Ny-ckel-harp-a. It’s a Swedish instrument, nicknamed keyed-fiddle!”

            I could see the joy flow into his expression as he explained further.

            “All I’d need to do to play it is press the keys and bow with my other hand. I could do that.”

            “Then I think we should get you one,” I said, hesitating before asking, “but how much are they?”

            “That’s the problem. They’re really expensive. In the thousands.”

            “Yikes!” I exclaimed.

            We were quiet a bit while we continued to listen to the broadcasted nyckelharpa. The player was amazing, as were his songs.

            When the music ended, I said, “I think you should get one. I don’t know how, but it seems a need—not just a want.”

            “We can’t afford it.” Brian turned his laptop back toward himself and muted it.

            “Well, we’ve asked God for big things before, and He’s done them for us,” I said.

            “We’ll see.”


            Not long after this conversation, our mission board’s regional director visited for our annual review. As Ken asked Brian about ministry then health, Brian shared how playing the guitar had become more difficult.

            I chimed in. “Tell him about your discovery!”

            Ken glanced my way then looked back at Brian. “Discovery?”

            “I’ve found an instrument I think I could play.”

            “What’s it like?” Ken asked.

            Brian picked up his laptop from the side table and fired it up. In minutes he located the nyckelharpa and turned the laptop to show Ken. “It’s a nyckelharpa.”

            “A nickel-what???” Ken exclaimed. “Never heard of such a thing. What’s it sound like?”

            Brian shared a brief sample then explained how he thought this would work for him with his damaged hands.

            Ken smiled and moved to the edge of his seat. “Then you should get one.”

            “It’s not in our budget right now,” Brian said a bit quieter.

            “Then we need to pray. RIGHT NOW! Let’s ask God to give you a nyckelharpa!”

            And he meant it. Ken prayed with conviction of one asking and expecting God to provide.

            What did God do? He answered.

            Long story short, in about 3 weeks a nyckelharpa arrived at our front door, and Brian began learning how to play it.


            Since June of 2018, this trusty instrument has been used for the Lord and now, every Sunday in church.

            The first time Brian brought it to church, our pastor told the congregation, “You need to come up after the service and see this instrument Brian’s got.”

            Folks gathered afterward, and Brian explained, “This is a nyckelharpa.”

            “A nickel-what???” some asked.

            And so the story goes each time we bring this answer-to-prayer to a new place!

            God never failed to meet our needs—ever. He even went so far as to gift my hurting husband with something as strange as a nyckelharpa, which restored some of the joy he’d lost.

            I’m writing this on hubby’s birthday! This memory—one of so many over the years.

            So, to you, hubby dear, you are now entering another year of life—and have added even more chapters of God’s faithfulness to you. I’m so thankful He expressed such love and great care to you through the gift of a…nickel-what???

            “Ny-ckel-harp-a!”

 

“Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my father;

there is no shadow of turning with Thee;

Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;

as Thou hast been, Thou forever wilt be.

(Refrain) Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!

Morning by morning new mercies I see;

all I have needed Thy hand hath provided:

Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!”

 

(from the hymn GREAT IS THY FAITHFULNESS by Thomas O. Chisholm, 1923, public domain)

 

And before you go—Here’s a nyckelharpa duet by two excellent players:

Bach Double on nyckelharpa (youtube.com)

         

#answeredprayer #music #strokes #nyckelharpa #bcminternational #Godsfaithfulness


Tuesday, January 9, 2024

To You Who Love & Follow the Lord—A Blessing

 

“The LORD bless you and keep you;

The LORD make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you;

The LORD lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace.”

Numbers 6:24-26

 

            These verses bring back treasured memories of my growing up years. You see, when I was the ripe ol’ age of 7, my parents helped Wilmos & Gladys Csehy (pronounced Shay-Hee) who founded a Christian summer music camp.

            The first year the Csehys needed a brochure photo to advertise. “Aunt” Gladys asked our family to meet them at Montrose Bible Conference in Pennsylvania. They were traveling evangelistic musicians, and they’d be there a date we could mutually meet.

 

           We drove from New Jersey. My sister brought along her Sunday dress and viola, and she met “Uncle” Wilmos up on the 2nd floor balcony of the old Montrose dining hall building, where he also donned his best. They struck this having-a-lesson-with-the-master-violinist pose*, and it became "history!"
            That evening, when the business of music camp was accomplished, we enjoyed a Csehy concert at the tent meeting sight—sawdust trail and all. I sat on a bench by Adi Cierpke, the Csehy’s long-time soloist, and drew Flintstone cartoons. Yes, I really did. (Adi remembered that a long time later. We laughed about it.)

            When the next summer arrived, this Csehy dream had its new beginning with just a handful of students and faculty. Mom was secretary and registrar for decades, and Dad came along as maintenance with his only claim to musical talent being he “played the radio.”

            I biked my way around the Cedar Lake Bible Conference grounds that first summer and did errands between the office and faculty, fished with “Uncle” Wilmos and Dad some early mornings, played shuffleboard, and sat in on some of the teaching times. I wouldn’t start violin lessons until the following summer, but then I was still way too young to become a music camper. You had to be 12. I couldn’t wait!

            Those summers spent at music camp (first in Indiana and later in Pennsylvania) were pivotal in my life. The training received, the friends made, the foundations in faith we were taught—life changers. Direction givers. And, when I look back at what most mattered in my life overall, it was time spent at what became known as Csehy Summer School of Music.

            Oh, the stories I could share! The memories! And of all the men in my life besides my dad and now husband, I most valued the love shared with “Uncle” Wilmos. He instructed me in more than violin. He taught me life.

            So, why do the Bible verses at the top of this post remind me of music camp? At the end of every evening, we sang those in resounding, beautiful harmony. At the end of each weekly concert too.

            Now, as we too have a new beginning—this year 2024—I share with you this blessing, you who love and honor the Lord:

“The LORD bless you and keep you…”

            He will as you have committed your life to Him. And He will keep you. Keep! No matter what befalls you as you love, honor, and serve Him, He KEEPS. Even when it looks like there’s no hope. He cannot fail.

“…The LORD make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you…”

            He delights in you, not only because you’ve committed to serve Him but because He loves you so completely, looking at you and upon you as the proud-of-you Father He is. And He’s gracious, kind, loving, caring, tender, compassionate. Everything that’s rolled into grace, including all He did on Calvary to bring you to this place and time. And to your commitment.

“…The LORD lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace.”

            Countenance! God looks upon you with joy and caring and supports you on your journey, which He knows will be rough. And, even when it turns the hardest of hard, He is able and ready to give you peace—the kind that we can’t always comprehend because it’s beyond our realm of understanding but are assured it’s there.

Amen.

(So be it.)

            Soldiers of the Cross, continue on—never quitting! The LORD is on your side, watching over you, delighting in you, filling you with His Peace, loving you always, and carrying you when you need it. We’ll need Him for sure in this coming year!

            In closing, may I bless you with the Csehy Summer School of Music anniversary rendition of Lutkin’s The LORD Bless You & Keep You—sung as we did every evening and at concerts. You will be lifted up, but you’ll also likely shed tears—so keep your tissues handy.

 

Lutkin Benediction Virtual Choir - YouTube

(Used with permission by CSSM.)


#dreamcometrue #musiccamp #CsehySummerSchoolofMusic #CSSM #MontroseBibleConference 

#benediction #blessing #newyear #Lord #blessing #PeterLutkin

 

*“Uncle” Wilmos Csehy & Carolyn Burns (personally owned photo). 


This blog post I wish to dedicate to my sister, one of the first-year music campers!