O Emmanuel, 
God-with-us,
Our King and Lawgiver,
The Awaited of the peoples and their Saviour --
Come to save us, O Lord, our God.

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AMDG

O Rex Gentium
O King of Nations
And their desired one,
Cornerstone who binds two into one --
Come, and save man
Whom You fashioned from the slime of the earth.

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I'm busy getting ready for company today, so I thought I'd just give you a little music to listen to. I love this Patty Griffin song, which, despite what it says on the YouTube video, is called Kite Song. Once again, thanks to Maclin Horton for suggesting I listen to the album, Impossible Dream.

Let's have this one, too.



Okay, back to the dust! I'm sure that dust is a sign from God that we are a sinful people and deserve harsh punishment. On the other hand, all this dust is sign that I have a house and stuff to dust, so I'm sure I will be grateful once it's done.

AMDG

Visitation

O Oriens
O Rising Dawn
Radiance of eternal lightAnd Sun of Justice--
Come, enlighten those sitting in darkness
And in the shadow of death.

This is my favorite of the O Antiphons. I don't know why people don't want to be called Oriental because to me, it's a word full of mystery and beauty and Asian just sounds like a blob on a map.

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Today's gospel was the Visitation, "Who am I that the mother of my Lord should come to me?"

The Virgin, weighed
with the Word of God,
comes down the road:
if only you'll shelter her.

Christmas Refrain, St. John of the Cross

AMDG.

Overshadowed

O Clavis David
O Key of David
And Scepter of the house of Israel
You open and no man dares shut,
You shut and no man dares open--
Come, deliver from the chains of prison him who sits in darkness and in the shadow of death.

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This morning's reading at Mass was the Annunciation. The angel appears to Mary, blessed, favored, full of grace, and tell her that she will be the mother of the Savior of the world. 

And Mary said to the angel: How shall this be done, because I know not man? And the angel answering, said to her: The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee and the power of the Most High shall overshadow thee. And therefore also the Holy which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God.                         Luke 1:34-35

And then the angel comes to us, you see us over there on the left side of the picture, and he tells us that we will bear the Son of God and we are agonized, "How can this be," we say, "for we have known man. We have known him in all of his degradation, and we have cooperated with him in his degradation? And the angel tells us that nothing is impossible with God.

Jesus says to us, "Take and eat," and we say, "Amen, so be it, fiat," and the Holy Ghost comes upon us and the power of the Most High overshadows us, and the Savior of the world is born in us again. 

Lord I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof. Say but the word and my soul shall be healed.

AMDG

Photo: Dawn Likens

Almost There

O Root of Jesse
A standard to the peoples
Before whom kings are mute,
To whom all nations shall 
                                appeal--
Come to deliver us; delay, please, no longer.

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I've posted pictures of the swamp that we drive through on the way to work, but there is another one that we pass on a two-lane highway on the way to church that is very, very beautiful in the spring and summer. A few years ago, work began to add another two lanes to the highway, and they filled in part of the swamp and built a huge berm between the highway and the swamp for the two new lanes. This really should be a good thing eventually because this road ends up under water--about 3 or 4 feet of water--every few years, but in the meantime I haven't seen the swamp for a long, long time. So, when we got to this part of the pilgrimage, I wanted to see if we couldn't walk on top of the berm, which would be safer than walking on the road and it would give us a view of the swamp. 

Well, it worked and we had a very pleasant walk. These pictures don't do it justice. The poor swamp is almost dry even after some recent rain storms. I imagine that during the late summer it was completely dry like most everything else.

The first bridge. I had been worried that the bridges might not be completed to the point where we could walk over them, but they were.

A beaver dam--you can see they've been busy felling trees.

I wish you could tell how big this tree is. Bill says it's about 100' tall.

Bill had parked the car at mid-point, so he had to leave me to move it to the end of the walk. I felt kind of bereft when he left.

This is a picture of the current highway. You can tell how much higher the new one will be. You can also see how low the water is, especially when you think that when it floods, it's 3 or 4 feet over the road. This ought to be a pretty view, but it looks pretty icky.

Near the end of the walk, we came to this post. It must be some sort of omen. 

Well, that's it. We walked 2.1 miles and it is exactly 2.1 miles from the place where we stopped to the church door. We hope to finish this weekend. Next up--the big city--Walmart and everything. 

AMDG

A Few Things

O Adonai
O Lord of Lords
And Leader of the house of Israel,
Who appeared to Moses in the bush's    flaming fire
And gave to him the Law on Sinai --
Come to redeem us with outstretched arms.

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A Dream

I dreamt of a cat,
   A moon-colored cat,
      That ran through the fields.

It ran down the path
   Through the tall, tawny grass
And the cat had a boy that was almost a man
   And the boy had coat,
       A coat that was blue like the Prince with the fox.

And they ran down the path through the tall, tawny grass,
   The path to my grandmother's yard
      Where the peonies grew,
         White with a touch of blood at their hearts,
             Smelling like the Holy Ghost,
                Waiting to be picked to grace
                   The altar of the Mother of God.

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While I was writing my post yesterday, I was thinking about a happier Advent, and that was the year that my son, my only son, Michael, was born on December 16. I can remember walking around the house singing, "For unto us a son it born ...," and being filled with delight. Another Advent, about four or five years later, Michael was walking around the house singing the Messiah, too. He had mistaken some of the words and instead of singing, "Every valley shall be exalted," he was singing, "Everybody will be exhausted."  I guess he was hearing what he was experiencing. I still think he's pretty delightful.

AMDG

The Lord is Close at Hand; Come Let Us Worship Him

O Wisdom, 
Who issued from the mouth of the Most High 
Reaching from beginning to end 
Ordering all things mightily yet tenderly-- 
Come to teach us the way of prudence.

When I was younger, it used to be very important to me to make Christmas perfect. We never had much money, but I made ornaments and stockings and decorated and did all sorts of Advent activities, and all of this was great. But one Christmas about 30 years ago something happened that changed the whole way I looked at Christmas.

One day in the week before Christmas, I was at my mother's house assembling a dollhouse, and I got a call. It's odd, but although I don't remember who called, I remember that I was surprised that this particular person was calling with the news. My best friend's 18 year old son had been killed in a motorcycle accident along with a friend of his. And I can remember that what struck me immediately was that there was going to be no way to make this Christmas perfect.

Over the next several days, I began to understand in a way I never had before how much we need Christmas, not the tree, and the carols, and presents, but the Nativity, baby Jesus in the manger. I learned how  underneath all the trappings, we yearn for a Saviour, we yearn to be saved from a world that is at times unbearable. And I learned somehow in that darkness that He really was there. Now I think of that as one of the best Christmases of my life. This quote from St. Gregory of Nyssa was in the section of the Catechism that we read today.

Sick, our nature demanded to be healed; fallen, to be raised up; dead, to rise again We had lost the possession of the good; it was necessary for it to be given back to us. Closed in the darkness, it was necessary to bring us the light; captives, we awaited a Savior; prisoners, help; slaves, a liberator. Are these things minor or insignificant? Did they not move God to descend to human nature and visit it, since humanity was in so miserable and unhappy a state?   

And so, this is what I've been thinking about during the last few days. I haven't written anything about the shootings in Connecticut and I won't. I've barely discussed them with anyone. I don't really think there's much profitable that one can say. I know, though, that because this happened, it won't be exactly the Christmas we wanted, but I know that Christmas is just what we need.

AMDG

Great post by Sally here.