Living in this part of the world has a lot of unexpected perks. One of them is the beautiful city of Basel, Switzerland, which is a short car or bus ride away.
Towering among the many ancient buildings along the banks of the Rhine River is the Basel Münster, a cathedral dating back to the 1000’s. Intricate carvings, vaulted stone ceilings and richly-coloured stained glass windows create an atmosphere that is difficult to describe.
On Good Friday, when we had been in town barely more than a week, we had the opportunity to join a friend in attending a free chorale concert held in the Münster, Dvořák’s “Stabat Mater”. The combined voices of a practiced choir in perfect harmony and four world-class soloists filled the expansive cathedral with beautiful religious music.
Had that been the entire experience, it would have been enough. I could easily write this post about the beauty of the cathedral and the experience we had there. As the old saying goes, though, “a funny thing happened on the way to the cathedral.”
As we made our way through the narrow streets of Basel en route to the cathedral, we rounded a corner and heard joyful voices echoing throughout the square. Our friend, who has served many years in Africa, said, “That sounds like African music!” Sure enough, as we drew closer, we could see a large group of folks we soon discovered represented numerous countries throughout Africa. They had set up a small booth and were singing and dancing in the street, wishing everyone a joyous Easter and offering Bibles in a variety of languages.
There is a part of me which is tempted to draw some sort of comparison with the Pharisee and the tax collector praying in the temple, or to the poor widow’s two copper coins, but honestly neither of these quite rings true. Instead of a clear “winner”, I am left with two very different pictures of beauty, both of which were rich experiences in which one could, if willing, truly encounter God in worship.
As we settle into a place which is completely different from anywhere we have lived before, we are encouraged that beauty can be found just as easily in joyful, unpracticed street dancing as in the ancient hallowed spaces of the cathedral down the street.
Evan