Heralded by Sirius and Orion,
the Sun is rising.
The longest night is past.
The shortest days of winter are done.
May the coming of the Son of God
warm our souls in the days to come
as the Sun will warm our bodies
and give cheer to our eyes.
Amen.
The thing about angels is that you just don’t know when they will turn up.
There was I leading Choral Evensong on Sunday night it is always a joy. Yet something happened about halfway though - during the gloria at the end of the Nunc to be precise. Something happened to the music and in consequence to the worship. Was it the soaring of the sound or the steady beating of wings as they gathered around the church. I don’t know, but knew we were visited by angels for a time.
They will be back to lead our singing around the crib soon enough, no doubt.
Someone described this blog to me as being very welcome. They described it as a quiet blog for Advent.
It got me thinking. A quiet blog? Does that mean only postings that still the mind and calm the soul? Certainly, the broody moodiness of the preparation season does have an element of quiet waiting, but there is sound aplenty too. Or does it mean that we are taking a break from disputation and argument?
Last Sunday, Advent was ushered in for me with a choir processional, bringing light into the church in an evening liturgy. Far from being quiet, there was the sound of handbells ringing, voices raised, finger cymbals (which I found myself coveting like crazy) kerchinging and most potently the insistent ratatat drumming on a tabor. The beat beat beat of the drum was a reminder to me that God is coming, whether I like it or not. Advent is a wake up call, not a quiet sleepy dream.
As I hear again in my mind the sounds of that processional, I know that though we might wait, God will not. By this Sunday, no doubt we will be hearing the sound of a bad tempered baptist roaring through the Judean hills.
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