Thy Word Have I Hid in My Heart

February 15, 2017
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Some say it’s the Jesuits, others claim Karl Marx. Who knows who said it first? It’s a line you can attribute to just about anyone, someone thoroughly despised or blessedly loved: “Give me a child until he is seven, and I’ll give you a man.”

Willa Cather claimed that “most of the material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen,” a maxim I’ve always thought on the money–and, of course, it’s helpful in reading Nebraska’s great early-20th century novelist, who left her beloved red plains but never really departed at all. Her most memorable novels are set right there where she spent her first 15 years.

Something gets in us early on, something that doesn’t leave—all of us.

My granddaughter called to ask me some questions for a paper. “Grandpa,” she said, “what was school like when you were a boy?”

I mumbled through an answer, nostalgia as far away as the foothills of the Rockies. “Who was your best friend?” “What did you do at recess?” “Did you do any pranks?” “Who was your favorite teacher?”

Cute, huh? But then, I’m her grandpa. Had she asked me for a kidney, I’d have cut it out right then and there.

But neither her questions or my answers drew me back the way a Caring Bridge comment did some time ago, a note from dear friends who are going through tough times, holed up in a hospital a dying loved one is not likely to leave.

“Much of our singing comes from Let Youth Praise Him,” my friend wrote, “the songbook many of us grew up with in Christian school.”

Like me. I did. I knew by heart the very tunes they were singing in that hospital room.

“Those songs shaped us–shaped our theology and thus our lives,” he wrote, and he’s right. And then, “Revisiting them after these several decades has been a blessing.”

From a thousand miles away I could sing along, and I wouldn’t have needed a book.

The high drama of “The Ninety and Nine That Safely Lay” will be in me forever, even though I haven’t sung that song since I was twelve. “Far and Near the Fields are Teeming,” “Give, Said the Little Stream,” “Humble Praises, Holy Jesus”–they’re all there; as well as the complete score of one-act play: “Master, The Tempest is Raging.” All those songs are just in storage.

Here’s one that bounces up from Psalm 119: “Thy word have I hid in my heart/that I might not sin against thee./ That I might not sin/That I might not sin/Thy word have I hid in my heart.”

If you’re my age, chances are you can’t repeat those words without drumming the table or humming along.

Something there is about music that won’t let go. Dementia robbed my friend’s mother of most of her sense, but when her children sang her favorite hymns, she was right there with them.

I don’t know exactly what the psalmist meant when he pledged what he did–God’s word hidden away in his heart; but I’ve got a whole songbook in mine. And I’m certain those tunes will be there when I’m in a bed I won’t be leaving, those who love me all around.

I know the songs I’ll want sung. The words are here in my heart.

About the Author
  • James Calvin Schaap is a retired English prof who spent 37 years teaching literature and writing at Dordt. When he retired from Dordt, he pulled up stakes in Sioux Center and pitched his tent north of Alton, where he lives out in the country with a broad backyard of fine Sioux County land. We’re cat people, he says, but can’t help thinking there are dozens of dogs in any nearby shelter who’d love to call their country place home. Who knows?

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  1. Jim,
    Your comments are very appropriate for me and Charlie. Charlie has hid the Lord’s word in his heart. I knew that from our first date and he has lived in the word the many years we have been married. I am so thankful for the Lord being in my heart too.