A MUSICAL JOURNEY

 

How it all began....

Piano lessons and learning to play the recorder (flute) were part of my musical upbringing. From the coupons my mother saved, she was able to afford seasonal tickets to classical concerts in the Amsterdam “Concert Gebouw” (Concert Hall). Some of those beautiful musical pieces gave me goosepimples.

During high school I no longer had time for piano lessons, but it is like riding a bike – once you’ve learned how to do it, you’ll never forget. You may get a bit rusty, but it will soon come back the moment your fingers touch the keys.

After moving to Israel, I missed having a piano. Too expensive (and not enough room) to buy one, we opted for a simple keyboard. At least, it was something, but after a while I got frustrated for not being able to play the whole scale of the music. We made someone very happy with the instrument.

Then I tried to teach myself to play the guitar – classical at first but
ending with playing only the chords. That was great, until a tendon in my left hand began to protest, and that was the end of regular guitar playing.

It always surprised me how people could concentrate on their work while being surrounded by music. Not me – it was always either – or. Depending on my mood, I loved to listen to a range of genres – from classical to easy listening to opera. I never have been able to put my finger on why New Age music makes me restless, but I think it’s the spirits behind it that my soul protests against.

Until my third burn-out, peaceful, melodious melodies often soothed my tired body and soul. That deep valley turned into the ‘quiet’ years, because my overloaded nerve system could not handle any music. 

Things gradually began to change for the better when one of our Dutch guests turned out to be a great guitar player. Singing together was so wonderful, it made me so happy! We sang to our hearts desire for an hour in the evening. However, thanks to all that adrenaline coursing through my veins, I lay awake for hours before finally falling asleep. Needing my rest to be able to function during the day, the only option for me was to join them during the afternoons, and no longer in the evenings.

One of my tasks as ‘media director’ (sounds more than it is) in our church is to prepare the Sunday songs for the worship team, find sheet music if necessary and try to learn a new song beforehand.

It was a wonderful moment when I realized that the joy of music was returning to my heart and soul. God had been at work without me realizing it. And there was more to come!

A Famous Sycamore Tree

The sycamore (Hebrew: shikma; Gr. Sycomoros)  - is derived from the root shin, kuf, mem - meaning to restore, regenerate, reestablish.

Because of its resemblance to the fig-tree, and leaves like those of the mulberry, the tree is called the fig-mulberry (Ficus sycomorus). Most people know the sycamore as the ‘Acer pseudo platanus’, a maple species often called a plane-tree. The clustered fruits look like small figs; they are sweet, but not as good as the true fig.

Sycamore trees were of high economic and cultural significance in the Near East. In ancient times the tree was known as the "fig of Pharaoh," and Egypt as "the land where the sycamore tree blooms."

The Egyptians considered its shadow as a delight. With its wood they built coffins for the mummies as the sycamore fig is one of the few trees in the region to obtain a girth great enough for this use. The wood of the sycamore was held in relatively higher esteem than its fruit. It was used extensively in building and wherever long and stout beams were needed.

The sycamore is not endemic to the Land of Israel and during Bible times it mainly grew in the Shephelah (coastal plain).

“I was a herdsman, and a dresser of sycamore trees.” Amos 7:14 The word“dresser” should have been tr. “cultivator.” While the sheep were grazing, shepherds often tended the sycamore trees by puncturing the fruit with the point of a knife - otherwise the fruit would be inedible.

"The tree's yield is extremely prolific, but only when iron hooks are used to make incisions in the fruit, which otherwise does nor ripen. When this is done the fruit is picked three days later, while another fig forms beneath it; the tree thus has seven crops of very juicy figs in a single summer.” Pliny the Elder, Natural History - Books XIII Trees.

Once widespread in Israel in Biblical times, its value was so great that David appointed for them in his kingdom a special overseer, (1 Chronicles 27:28): " Baal-Hanan the Gederite was in charge of the olive and sycamore-fig trees in the western foothills."

During the time of King Solomon (I Kings. 10:27) " The king made silver as common in Jerusalem as stones, and cedar as plentiful as sycamore-fig trees in the foothills."

In the Bible, despite their different properties, the sycamore tree is often accompanied by the olive tree. The olive tree, symbolizing reproduction, can survive many days without water and be easily transplanted. While drying out quickly, the sycamore tree symbolizes regeneration. Wind uncovered roots will grow even deeper into the ground, clinging solidly to it; if the sand covers its branches, they transform themselves into roots giving rise to new trees.

In Israel, the trees grow mainly in the coastal plain and Jordan Valley. The Sycamore flowers and produces fruit during the hot summer months. A single tree may produce up to six crops in one year. Figs found on the tree during the winter months are few and develop slowly.  

“He entered Jericho and was passing through.  And behold, there was a man named Zacchaeus. He was a chief tax collector and was rich. And he was seeking to see who Jesus was, but on account of the crowd he could not, because he was small in stature.  So he ran on ahead and climbed up into a sycamore tree to see him, for he was about to pass that way.” Luke 19:1-4 ESV

Even though Jericho was known in the Bible as “the city of palm trees” (Deuteronomy 34:3), Zacchaeus preferred to climb the evergreen’s thick trunk and hide between the leathery leaves. He thought nobody noticed, until the Lord Jesus looked up!

Today, Zacchaeus’ Sycamore Tree stands at a major intersection in Jericho. According to local tradition, the more than 2,000 years old tree stands in the same setting as the Biblical sycamore tree.

In ancient Israel, sycamore was eaten mostly by the poor who could not afford the more expensive fruits. Over the years, the fruit of the sycamore has lost its importance. Other high-quality fruit trees have come into the region, and the sycamores are now gradually disappearing. Except, of course, for Zacchaeus’ famous tree in Jericho.

Text and pictures: copyright: 2021 Petra van der Zande