Christmas Monday
Our lectionary propers for next Sunday continue the Advent theme of apocalyptic nightmare at the imminent coming of the great and terrible Day of the Lord, a day of darkness, not light; and warning us to prepare. Like stirring our own memories of days and times and Christmas with those we loved, at my age most of whom have gone on to whatever God has in mind for us after this mortal life, it's a wonderful Time of year to hear the old stories and read the magnificent poetry, especially of Isaiah and Psalms, and immerse ourselves in their worldview, with their fears and hopes and beliefs and knowledge that are so very different from our own. I remember the Christmases of 1966 and 1967, after moving CONUS from Japan, living in Northern Virginia our house on Wakefield Chapel Road, then still semi-rural, across the road from a long-abandoned farm, putting my little beloveds to bed, Malinda was eight, Joe six, pausing to listen as if "hark!", and asking if they heard it too,...