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Hallo
again to all, on Advent IV, at the solstice, the turn of
the year.
The
long summer days that mark Advent will end soon; the sun
will turn the corner and summer's light will begin its
annual journey into the dark, to winter and to Pentecost.
We remember the poem by Gary Payton written after his first Advent
night in Africa: 'No bundled coats, no burning fire.
This night I wait with the tree frogs.'
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Hallo
again to all, on Advent IV, at the solstice, the turn of
the year.
We've
made it once again, friends: as of 0704 GMT the sun turns
the corner and the dark will, microsecond by microsecond,
begin to give way to the light. Our winter darkness, the
northern-hemisphere accompaniment to the solemnity of Advent,
draws to an end at the time of the Christmas feast.
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On
Advent IV, the celebration of Christmas itself is soon,
and a midsummer Christmastide includes Carols by Candlelight
in every town of any size, but the candles aren't needed
until the late evening midsummer sunset.
Pine
trees are not native here, nor is holly, but you can
make a midsummer wreath from ivy or ferns, and go for
a swim on Christmas morning while a dinner of barramundi,
steak, spuds, pavlova, and beer is cooking on the barbecue.
One family we know has a traditional Christmas dinner
of oysters, prawns, crayfish, and some wine from the
Barossa Valley. In New Zealand the Christmas tree is
the Pohutokawa,
but since it's an endangered species, it is admired
in place rather than chopped and dragged home.
The
dark cold days of Pentecost are a distant memory, the
joy of God's earth is everywhere around us, from fresh
vegetables and flowers to the sounds not of sleigh
bells, but of children splashing in the backyard pool.
Sometimes a midsummer thunderstorm can interrupt an
outdoor Christmas dinner. We sing the carols that our
ancestors brought with them from other countries, hardly
noticing the irony of singing about the bleak midwinter
while dressed for the beach. It is so much easier to
see the shining light of Christ on earth while celebrating
Christmas in the warm sun. |
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We
make merry at Christmastide partly, tradition tells
us, because Christians co-opted the revelry of Saturnalia,
turning pagan wantonness to Christmas wassail. But for
us in the northern hemisphere, the candles, the feasts,
and the glow of firelight seem essential to ward off
the dark and crucial to the keeping of Christmas.
We've
woven the darkness of the northern year into the traditions
of Christmas, as we must: it's our real-time weather.
We delight in the holly and the evergreens, for the
world is mostly bare. We romanticise snow, for there
is often much of it and we've got to do something with
it. 'In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan'
we sing during Christmastide. It's almost as if cold must accompany
the manger or there would be no Christmas.
The
joy of the earth-astounding surprise gift of God — the
squealing infant bearing the salvation of the world — brightens
our dark world when we northerners need it most. At
the hardest, bleakest, coldest time of year, in the
thin night air, the song of the angels resounds more
clearly than at any other time. That Gloria
in Excelsis wakes us from our long winter's sleep.
It shakes us with its absurd message of uncontrollable
love. And it reminds us that it's when life seems the
darkest, that the light will dazzle us out of our gloom. |
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On
Christmas day, 'He who joined earth and heaven into one'
will bring together our fragile Christian world, if only
for a short time. What binds us will indeed seem far more
than that which separates and divides us.
We
wish a Happy Christmas to all our friends round the world: love,
light, grace, and peace to each of you as you celebrate
the nativity of our Saviour. Rejoice!
See
you next week. |
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Last updated:
21 December 2003
URL: http://anglicansonline.org
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