In 1847 a French priest approached the local wine merchant who was also a poet to pen a poem for the Christmas mass. When his poem was finished Placide Cappeau de Roquemaure felt it should be set to music so he approached his friend Adolphe Charles Adams for help. Adams, the son of a well-known musician had studied music at the Paris Conservatorium.
‘O Holy Night’ quickly became popular in France. However, when Cappeau left the Church to join the the socialist movement - not that he was well-known for his Church attendance - and it was learnt by the Church hierarchy that Adams was a Jew, the Church declared the song ‘unfit for church services because of its lack of musical taste and "total absence of the spirit of religion."’ Such was its popularity that it lived on in the hearts of the French people.
This fact has real appeal to me. Just as the ‘Church’ rejected the Christ all those centuries back, the 19th century Church rejected one of the most beautiful hymns ever penned because its authors were ‘unsuitable persons’. So were the key players in the original story. Mary and Joseph, with their child born out of wedlock, would not be welcomed by ‘decent’ people, which no doubt explains the stable. The shepherds were considered low life and not welcomed in respectable society. Then there were the Wise Men from the East.They were outsiders, not part of the Jewish people. I wonder if the wine merchant and Jewish composer, like those present that first Christmas, saw and understood something that ‘respectable’ people didn’t?
A decade later the carol was translated into English by an American clergyman, John Sullivan Dwight. Dwight, an ‘ardent abolitionist’, was particularly moved by the third verse.
Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother;
And in His name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name.
It quickly became popular during the civil war, especially in the Northern States.
Christmas Eve 1906 witnessed the first transmission of voice over airwaves when Reginald Fessenden read into a microphone ‘And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed …’ from the Gospel of Luke. Perhaps we cannot begin to understand the excitement of those who had, until this time, only heard Morse code transmissions. Fessenden ended his broadcast with the playing of ‘O Holy Night’ on his violin, the first piece of music played over radio.
No other carol speaks to me like this one. Those same lines that moved Dwight all those years ago are so full of hope and promise. A future where love for one another is the law of humanity, where all are free and equal, and oppression and injustice will be no more. I can think of no other hope for the future of humanity and this planet with its many problems that seem so intractable, unsolvable and destructive.
I often wonder if this lack of hope is at the core of many of our social problems. Evolution tells us we are here simply as a result of time and chance. Therefore life has no meaning, no purpose. This life is all there is. Add to that all the news about global warming, environmental destruction, never-ending conflict and political leadership that seems so out of touch with where people are hurting. What is there to live for?
Does this explain the prevalence of hedonistic behaviour we see all around us - sex, drugs, alcohol? Do so many people simply try to deaden the pain and feelings of despair by escaping into a world of instant gratification and pleasure, an attitude of eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die?
The first verse of Placide’s poem describes that first Christmas thus:
O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Til He appeared and the soul felt it's worth
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
It was the birth of that Child so many years ago that promised hope to a ‘world in sin and error pining.’ It was that birth that gave us our real worth, real meaning and purpose, real hope. That hope, that promise, is at the heart of the Christmas story. It lives on today in all those who believe, and it is on offer to all of us.
You can read more about the history of ‘O Holy Night’ at 'BeliefNet', 'The Amazing Story of 'O Holy Night''.