Advent 22

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Mary, Joseph and Donkey off to the stable… 

Lots of my favourite carols this morning:

Angels from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o’er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation’s story,
Now proclaim Messiah’s birth
Come and worship,
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn King!

Shepherds, in the fields abiding,
Watching o’er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing,
Yonder shines the infant Light;
Come and worship,
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn King!

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight

It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heav’n’s all gracious king
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl
And still their heavenly music floats, O’er all the weary world.
Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing
And ever o’er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing.

O ye, beneath life’s crushing load, whose forms are bending low
Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow
Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing.

For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of peace their King
And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing.

It’s the sad weary beauty of that last one which gets me every time. (also son1’s very right question of why are these songs all about men? Maybe there is hope for the next generation…)

A sermon on peace, shalom, wholeness, flourishing. Trying to work out what that looks like in our family of over exhausted, over stimulated boys and, let’s face it, adults. Trying to curb the instinct to fill all time and remember to go slow. We all need it. It is not failure to rest and stop.

Catching up with our lovely Godson and his family. Warmth of familiar spaces and people.

Deciding not to take most of the weary in our family to the Carol Service tonight, one kind of had to be there for AV duties but the rest of us are early bed and rest. Hoping the rest works on the pale faces and dark circled eyes.

 

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