Pauca Verba is Latin for A Few Words.

Sunday, December 16, 2018

On Christmas Night





Somewhere in Christian lore it is said that on Christmas night the honey bees hum Psalm 100. Here are some colorful beehives in Ukraine early on a snowy morning. And here is the beautiful Coverdale translation of Psalm 100.


Be joyful in the Lord, all ye lands:
serve the Lord with gladness,
and come before his presence with a song.

Be ye sure that the Lord he is God;

it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves;
we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

O go your way into his gates with thanksgiving,

and into his courts with praise;
be thankful unto him, and speak good of his Name.

For the Lord is gracious, his mercy is everlasting;

and his truth endureth from generation to generation.



I find it easier to believe honey bees hum a psalm on Christmas night than to believe the TV advertized skin-cream will take twenty years off my face, or that the bright red, latest model vehicle (that I should buy two of for Christmas!) can really crash through the white-capped river and up to the top of the boulder strewn plateau in seconds. 

In this time of serious nature-detachment, we might creatively find our way to joining the honey bees on Christmas night.