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Friday, December 25, 2020

Christ is Born! Glorify Him!

 


Greetings to you at Christmas! This hand painted and hand lettered prayer book is open to the Latin Confiteor prayer opposite an image of the Mother of God nursing the Infant Christ. The artist, perhaps a monk, isn't simply decorating pages but giving us a window into creation as it celebrates the Incarnation — God, who in limitless imagination gives us the plants and the animals, joins us in humility, a tiny child crying for his mother's milk. I see forest strawberries here, violets, a wild geranium, butterflies and other creeping things. We might imagine sitting quietly with this prayer book open on our laps. Just to hold it silently would be a prayer.

And here is a wonderful Christmas poem by Robert Herrick (16th/17th century) celebrating the birth of Christ. What lovely images: December turned to May...the chilling winter's morn smiling like a corn field or fragrant like a just-mowed field. The third verse refers to Christ as the world's darling. We might read the poem a second or third time before listening to the Choir of King's College, Cambridge sing the verses which have been set to music by the English composer, John Rutter. I pass it on to you with a blessing and gratitude for the cyber community we share here — may you live your own unique self as truthfully and as beautifully as Jesus lived his.


What sweeter music can we bring

Than a carol, for to sing

The birth of this our heavenly King?

Awake the voice! Awake the string!

Dark and dull night, fly hence away,

And give the honour to this day,

That sees December turned to May.


Why does the chilling winter's morn

Smile, like a field beset with corn?

Or smell like a meadow newly-shorn,

Thus, on the sudden? Come and see

The cause, why things thus fragrant be;

'Tis he is born, whose quickening birth

Gives life and lustre, public mirth,

To heaven, and the under-earth.


We see him come, and know him ours

Who, with his sunshine and his showers,

Turns all the patient ground to flowers.

The darling of the world is come

And fit it is, we find a room

To welcome him. The nobler part

of all the house here, is the heart.


Which we will give him; and bequeath

This holly, and this ivy wreath,

To do him honour; who's our King,

And Lord of all this revelling.

What sweeter music can we bring,

Than a carol, for to sing

The birth of this our heavenly King?


Poem: Robert Herrick, 1591-1674

Music: John Rutter (b.1945)