Friday, December 21, 2012

Thoughts for Winter Solstice

The Christmas season holds so many thought provoking and meditative writings through carols, scripture, and stories written about this time of year.  Today,Winter Solstice and the darkest day of the year, I share two that have captured my attention and that I'll read over and over to focus on the "light" of the season, not the darkness of the day.

Carol: O Morning Star

O Morning Star, how fair and bright!
Thou shinest forth with God's own light,
Aglow with grace and mercy.

Scripture: Luke 1:78-79

By tender mercy of our God,
the dawn from on high will break upon us,
to give light to those who sit in darkness
and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the way of peace.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Words in the Week: A few from Dickens

At Christmas-time I enjoy reading Charles Dickens's story A Christmas Carol.  In my mind there is nothing better than to imagine the story through Dickens's own words verses watching one of the movie renditions.  One passage in particular stands out this year as I think and ponder about what Christmas-time is.

Scrooge's nephew has come to his office in a cheerful mood proclaiming Merry Christmas.  As can be expected Scrooge is disgruntled and wants nothing of the cheerful merrymaking.  Now in Dickens's own words:

"Nephew!...Keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine."
"Keep it!"  repeated Scrooge's nephew.  "But you don't keep it."
"Let me leave it alone then," said Scrooge. "Much good may it do you!  Much good it has ever done you!"
"There are many things from which I might have derived good by which I have not profited, I dare say...Christmas among the rest.  Bit I am sure I have always thought of Christmas-time when it has come round - apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that - as a good time; a kind forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creature bound on other journeys.  And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!"