He was on his third place of earthly abode when he declared
that he wasn’t really satisfied with the places he’d lived. Albert Brumley said
“This World Is Not My Home”, so he
wasn’t really trying to accuse any place’s residents of being unfriendly, namely
Spiro, Oklahoma where he’d grown up, Hartford, Arkansas where he’d gone to music
school, and Powell, Missouri where he had met his wife and lived with his
family in 1936 (see the map). It was a pretty rough time all over, during the
Great Depression, so perhaps that underscored Albert’s inclination to yearn for
a place beyond this planet to call home. It was a musical habit that was one of
Brumley’s trademarks.
Music and faith were wound into Albert Edward Brumley
from an early age, making his life’s passion that he lived out into his early
70s a calling he undertook with conviction, despite the economic poverty from
which he sprang. His inauspicious start as the son of cotton sharecroppers left
him with meager resources to pursue the music that he decided by age 16 was his
path. But, his upbringing by parents of Christian faith, who also routinely used
music in the home as a socializing tool in the community, gave Albert dual
drives to overcome the financial hurdles. He also found a Christian music
benefactor in Hartford in neighboring Arkansas – Eugene Bartlett – who gave
Albert his start in formal training and a music publishing business there. Singing
schools that he conducted and marriage – to Goldie, whom he met in Missouri – would
also contribute to Albert’s progression. Albert’s composing habits, to write
his ideas on various scraps of paper and to make Goldie his sounding board, are
probably the background to most of his songs, including ‘This World…Home’. This
31-year old musical master – reportedly, some might have labeled him an oddball
– was undoubtedly living in Powell, and still working out his musical ideas
with his wife and the music company Bartlett owned, when he penned the words about
home in 1936. What led he him to write them is not clear, yet his theme about the
Christian life’s destination is not uncommon among the hundreds of songs attributed
to him. He thought about his eternal inheritance a lot. Heaven = Home. If Brumley
had been a math genius, that’s the eternal equation he would have authored.
Got a clear picture of heaven? I don’t think I look
often enough, honestly, to say what it is I see behind the most obvious facade.
Is it awesome? Yes. But, Albert thought it was more appealing to draw a picture
of God’s goodness to stir his spirit. The Lord is his ‘friend’, and angels coax
him toward the goal (v. 1, and refrain). Albert also sensed that others are
waiting, rooting, and celebrating (vv.2-3) as the day of reunion approaches. Has
earthly life been good, or not so much for you? Look ahead, and see if you can
imagine it the way Albert did. That’s the best therapy for what goes on here.
See more information on the song
story in these sources: The Complete Book of Hymns – Inspiring
Stories About 600 Hymns and Praise Songs by William J. Petersen and Ardythe
Petersen, Tyndale House Publishers, 2006.
See a thorough biography of the author/composer
here:
See brief biography of the
author/composer here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_E._Brumley
And, here: https://hymnary.org/person/Brumley_Albert
See biography on composer in Our
Garden of Song, edited by Gene C. Finley, Howard Publishing Company, West
Monroe, Louisiana, 1980.
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