Tag Archives: Christmas

Where he seems most helpless

Thursday of the Third Week of Advent

“Those who believe in God can never in a way be sure of Him again. Once they have seen him in a stable, they can never be sure where he will appear or to what lengths he will go or to what ludicrous depths of self-humiliation he will descend in his wild pursuit of man.

“If the holiness and awful power and majesty of God were present in this even, this birth of a peasant’s child, then there is no place or time so lowly and earthbound but that holiness can be present there also.

“And, this means that we are not safe, that there is no place where we can hide from God, no place where we are safe from his power to break in to and recreate the human heart, because it is where he seems most helpless that he is most strong, and just where we least expect him that he comes most fully.”

– Fredrich Beuchner

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From our fears and sins release us

Saturday of the Second Week of Advent

Come, Thou long-expected Jesus, born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us; let us find our rest in thee.

Israel’s strength and consolation, hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear desire of every nation, joy of every longing heart.

Born thy people to deliver, born a child, and yet a king;
Born to reign in us forever, now thy gracious kingdom bring.

By thin own eternal Spirit, rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit, raise us to thy glorious throne.

To Take and Give Rest

Wednesday of the Second Week of Advent

“I do come home at Christmas. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday — the longer, the better — from the great boarding school where we are forever working at our arithmetical slates, to take and give rest.”

– Charles Dickens

Creator of the Stars of Night

Creator of the stars of night,
Your people’s everlasting light,
Oh Christ, Redeemer of us all,
We pray you, hear us when we call.

When this old world drew on toward night,
You came, but not in splendor bright,
Not as a monarch but a child
Of Mary, chosen mother mild.

At your great name, O Jesus, now
All knees must bend, all heart must bow;
All things on earth with one accord,
Like those in heaven, shall call you Lord.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Praise, honor, might, and glory be
From age to age eternally. Amen.

– Medieval Chant (translated from Latin)

You can here it sung here. (It’s it’s the best I could find.)