Sunday, December 25, 2005

Adeste Fideles

It's the end of the day some call Christmas. All in all it was a good day. Even the blog scored...I got a digital camera for Christmas and can now proceed to photoblog the living daylights out of you.

I haven't got a lot of deep thoughts. It's been a good few days of snuggling and squabbling with various brothers and sisters. As always, the ridiculous excitement of the little ones upon seeing me is humbling and lovely and a little sad. I went to Mass with the family last night. I listened carefully to the readings, and looked at the Liturgy of the Hours for Christmas. It was interesting to notice that some of the readings strictly associated with Christmas in the Church are the ones that I hear repeated over and over all year by Quakers. So much so that we might be desensitized to them, a little. I've been spending time with them today, trying to let them penetrate a little deeper into my understanding, trying to penetrate a little bit deeper into their truths. These days, meditating on snippets of scripture seems to occasion the deepest worship. For someone who's been bible-allergic in the past, it's a wonderful re-discovery. Reading these verses in the particular context of Christmas and all of its stories and metaphors is powerful.

Christ is here! That's the message of Christmas. God is among us, and these readings speak to the reality of this presence. In prayer with these verses, traveling through the promises, through the longing, through the discovery of the Light, I've been filled with joy and gratitude at the gift we've been given in the presence of God among us. Emmanuel. I've felt again the call...adeste fideles, come all ye faithful. I've felt the call to come to the manger, to adore and give thanks for the manifestation of God's promise...a God to dwell among us...a God to cradle. The importance of the literal existence of a virgin-born god-child in Bethlehem two thousand odd years ago seems to fade away in the magnitude of the Truth that God has given godself to us and dwells with us.

All of these verses are taken from the readings for the Christmas masses, or the Liturgy of the hours for Christmas day.


In days to come the mountain of the Lord's house shall be established as the highest of the mountains, and shall be raised above the hills; all the nations shall stream to it.
Many peoples shall come and say, "Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the house of the God of Jacob; that he may teach us his ways and that we may walk in his paths." For out of Zion shall go forth instruction, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.
He shall judge between the nations, and shall arbitrate for many peoples; they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
O house of Jacob, come, let us walk in the light of the Lord!


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Then a shoot will spring from the stem of Jesse,
And a branch from his roots will bear fruit.
The Spirit of the Lord will rest on Him,
The spirit of wisdom and understanding,
The spirit of counsel and strength,
The spirit of knowledge and the fear of the Lord.
And He will delight in the fear of the Lord,
And He will not judge by what His eyes see,
Nor make a decision by what His ears hear;
But with righteousness He will judge the poor,
And decide with fairness for the afflicted of the earth;
And He will strike the earth with the rod of His mouth,
And with the breath of His lips He will slay the wicked.
Also righteousness will be the belt about His loins,
And faithfulness the belt about His waist.
And the wolf will dwell with the lamb,
And the leopard will lie down with the young goat,
And the calf and the young lion and the fatling together;
And a little child will lead them.
Also the cow and the bear will graze,
Their young will lie down together,
And the lion will eat straw like the ox.
The nursing child will play by the hole of the cobra,
And the weaned child will put his hand on the viper's den.
They will not hurt or destroy in all My holy mountain,
For the earth will be full of the knowledge of the Lord
As the waters cover the sea.
Then in that day
The nations will resort to the root of Jesse,
Who will stand as a signal for the peoples;
And His resting place will be glorious.


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O God, you are my God, I wait for you from the dawn.
My soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you.
I came to your sanctuary,
as one in a parched and waterless land,
so that I could see your might and your glory.
My lips will praise you, for your mercy is better than life itself.

Thus I will bless you throughout my life,
and raise my hands in prayer to your name;
my soul will be filled as if by rich food,
and my mouth will sing your praises and rejoice.
I will remember you as I lie in bed,
I will think of you in the morning,
for you have been my helper,
and I will take joy in the protection of your wings.

My soul clings to you; your right hand raises me up.


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Out of the depths I have cried to you, Lord: Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears listen out for the voice of my pleading.

If you took notice of our transgressions, Lord – Lord, who would be left?
But with you is forgiveness, and for this we revere you.
I rely on you, Lord, my spirit relies on your promise;
my soul hopes in the Lord, more than the watchman for daybreak.

More than the watchman for daybreak, let Israel hope in the Lord:
for with the Lord there is kindness and abundant redemption.
He himself will redeem Israel from all its transgressions.


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In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
He was in the beginning with God.
All things came to be through him,
and without him nothing came to be.
What came to be through him was life,
and this life was the light of the human race;
the light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness has not overcome it.
A man named John was sent from God.
He came for testimony, to testify to the light,
so that all might believe through him.
He was not the light,
but came to testify to the light.
The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world.
He was in the world,
and the world came to be through him,
but the world did not know him.
He came to what was his own,
but his own people did not accept him.

But to those who did accept him
he gave power to become children of God,
to those who believe in his name,
who were born not by natural generation
nor by human choice nor by a man’s decision
but of God.
And the Word became flesh
and made his dwelling among us,
and we saw his glory,
the glory as of the Father’s only Son,
full of grace and truth.
John testified to him and cried out, saying,
“This was he of whom I said,
‘The one who is coming after me ranks ahead of me
because he existed before me.’”
From his fullness we have all received, and grace upon grace.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Emmanuel- God among us- jumped out at me this year too.
Mom said that their priest a couple weeks ago said that those who say "Christ is the reason for the season" have it backwards. WE are the reason, and Christ is the gift.

Oh. Yeah.

I believe God was among us before Christ came among us. And Christ came to make that clear. And what a gift that was. And is.

Lorcan said...

I have to get up early tomorrow, just got in from driving back from Lancaster... head spinninly tired... but here is a quick Christmas moment... St. Stephen's day, having dinner at an all you can eat plain Mennonite Dinner... ( Eddie says Hullo... ) and thinking of taking more... the plain dressed waitress says, "go on, have a bit more! " I say, " Quaker thrift is wresseling with the sin of Gluttony!" She laughed and then said, " I must say, I do worry I am encouraging sin in this job..." She really meant it, and it was so dear she was worried for all the terribly overweight diners. Also, ran into a couple of River Bretheren. Noticed plain clothes and no collars, asked if they were Quakers,... nope, River Bretheren One young fellow had been a Wiberite Quaker, and sure enough, he knew... that's right Arthur. Everywhere I go, Ireland, England... they all know dear old Arthur!

The merriest of New Years to thee, Jeff and Robert and the whole crowd up north.... :)

Amanda said...

Holly...me too. :)

Lorcan said...

As to the Christ in Christmas aspect... this year has been notably subdued. I would say that this season, with Tom Fox's unknown fate, ( and those with him... ) I have been touched deeply by the aspect of Christ as bringing an understanding of immediate presence of God through placing oneself in the hands of those who hate you. So, rather than a celebration of the birth of joy and hope and peace, in a sort of detached joyous state, I have been thinking of the bitter joy of the conversion of the hangman who took the life of Mary Dyer, and through her coming to Boston bring him to God, gave her life, and also those Quaker's who were not martyred for their bringing the direct presence of God, like John Woolman - who also walked without fear through the valley of the shadow of death... or the martyrs who have not been Christian, Gandhi, or Buddhist monks killed recently in Bangladesh for their message of unity in one God... so I have a sort of Easter like feeling about Christmas this year, a sort of seeing the end in the beginning sort of a feeling...
It may be that the value of being with friends and family brings about a more celebratory joy, where my Christmas was being the outsider in what is left of a rather broken family, so I was watching Genie try to recapture family, which was not the intention of her two siblings. I offered that we start our meals with a bit of silent hand holding, one sibling objected, the other than used it as a barb in future meals, everything one wanted to do, the other would veto... it was not a celebratory few days, outwardly, but I did celebrate inside, in spite of outward frustrations. Perhaps if I had been able to go to meeting, or had family of my own... but, in this particular year of trouble on so large a scope, I did enjoy contemplating the fact that those, who like Jesus, live directly in the presence of God in others, ... their lives do matter. Sometimes that is enough.
Well, not to sound completely heavy and serious, I did meet, another plain person besides our River Brethren friend, a wee girl who might be related to the Gray Avenger... who might be contacting thee, Amanda... :)

Joy and hope
lor

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Lorcan said...

It hit me this morning that the story of Jesus' birth is all about gifts. Christmas IS about gifts!

Jesus' life and the bibles are simply a Rorschach test. The study of the bible only reveals the gifts we bring. If we read the bible in the light of our greed, our craven fears, our distrust of the other, our belief in the false victory of nationhood, of small human hurts and fears, we will get all that in return. If we read the story, as a way of taping our desire to see God in others, especially those we understand the least, then we bring the gifts of the magi.

Joys of the season
lor
PS Ryan Molly and Genie and I are off to Lancaster in a few days to get Ryan a new suit! I will have to post pictures... :)

Liz Opp said...

Dear Amanda,

It occurs to me that thee has a ministry. Do you receive nurture and support among Friends (in addition to bloggers)? Might you consider traveling among Friends...?

I hope you'll email me; I also feel a nudge to have a phone conversation with you. My email: lizopp AT gmail DOT com.

Blessings,
Liz, The Good Raised Up