01/14/2022
On December 5, 1955, several thousand Black citizens of Montgomery, Alabama gathered in the Holt Street Baptist Church for the first mass meeting organized by the Montgomery Improvement Association. A week before that meeting saw the detention and arrest of Rosa Parks, and the black leaders of the community, many of whom were the pastors and ministers in Montgomery’s Black churches, met to determine what actions the beleaguered community would take next. In a meeting earlier on December 5th, a young community leader named Ralph Abernathy had given the organization its name, and the group elected as their president the youngest and newest minister in town, Martin Luther King, Jr. Dr. King entered the church with Dr. Abernathy, who later recounted that he had never seen a crowd of that size before, and that it took the two men fifteen minutes to get from the back of the church to the pulpit area. But once they took their places, Dr. Abernathy told an interviewer, “I can tell you the name of the first song that we sang, and it was ‘What a Fellowship, What a Joy Divine, Leaning on the Everlasting Arms.’ "
I learned from a friend and teacher, who attended many of King’s marches as a member of the organizing and support team, that this hymn was one of Dr. King’s favorites, one that they sang together as they prayed before their marches, protests, and rallies. During my years as a church organist, I have so often played settings of this hymn on the third Sunday in January. It is a song that I have known since childhood. I often think of the words of the third verse – “What have I to dread, what have I to fear, leaning on the everlasting arms?” - words that may have been on Dr. King’s mind as he faced crowds of angry men and women, rows of armed and resolute police officers, lines of lunging dogs.
The composer of the tune, Anthony Showalter, received a letter from two of his former music students, each of whom had experienced the death of their wife. As Showalter searched for words of comfort and strength to convey to his students, the final words of Moses from Deuteronomy came to mind: “The eternal God is your refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms.” (Deut. 33:27). The setting I will be playing for this Sunday’s service is by Ben Logan.
You can find many recorded versions of this hymn, but one that I have always found to be deeply compelling is this moving rendering by Mahalia Jackson.
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