Wistfully gazing out of my window, Cyclamen, Helleborus niger, claim their winter birth, as salvias, pelargoniums, hydrangeas reaching old age, slip into hibernation, and late-flowering nasturtiums hide beneath dishes of protective leaves. Jack Frost will come soon, blowing his crystal dust, a winter overcoat under which plants will gently slumber.
There will be colour still. God will always leave his mark, painted in brushstrokes of nature’s Green.
Lunar Halo A ring around the Moon was seen over the skies on Saturday evening The phenomenon is caused by the refraction of moonlight from ice crystals in the upper atmosphere. Gill Henwood took these photos of the moon over Cumbrian skies. Here, on the cusp of the Advent season, on the day which is sometimes called ‘Stir up’ Sunday, she offers this reflection to stir-up our thoughts towards the Christmas season ahead. It centres on the journey of the Magi who visited the infant Jesus, prompted by a bright portent in the night skies.
Pondering a moonbow The Eve of Stir-up Sunday.
Long ago, Magi mapped dark skies night by night accurate watchers. Travelling, through time seas, deserts, bringing wisdom to courts of power.
Stars, planets, moons their close companions familiar sky-marks leading, guiding. Magi knowing: interpreting heaven’s warnings, news for kings.
Waiting for a sign. recognizing the meaning. Following the sky-guide.
Organ Case by Charles Eamer Kempe Parish Church of St. John the Baptist, Epping, Essex.
It was St Augustine of Hippo who coined the phrase: “Those who sing pray twice”. The reference is mainly to hymns, spiritual songs and religious musical pieces. I was reminded of this saying on Wednesday when the Church kept the festival of St. Cecilia. (born in Rome about 2000, beheaded 230). She is the Patron Saint of Music.
Her claim to be so rests on quite flimsy evidence. She was called to be a martyr to the Christian faith when, as a young Christian, she opened her home for Christians to meet together. At this time she had married a pagan, Valerian, whom she converted to Christianity along with his brother. Unfortunately they took it upon themselves to bury the bodies of Christians who had been killed for their faith. When the Roman authorities came to hear of this, they were both arrested and put to death. Cecilia continued in her own witness, her life an example of fortitude, steadfastness and faith. The authorities, however, decided that it was time to act against her. On November 22nd, in the year 230, she was martyred. The chosen method was that she was burned in the fire but here, hagiography takes over. Her body remained intact and unburnt despite the ferocity of the flames and she is even said to have continued preaching the Gospel until it was decided to behead her. These are the main facts but her life was so inspirational to other Christians that more was said about her. As with many saints, particularly those who witnessed in the early centuries of the Christian Church, their ‘lives’ where written ‘up’, in which more was claimed than could be proved. That doesn’t mean that it was a pack of lies. There is a kind of Christian writing which is known as hagiography. It isn’t a straightforward biography but rather a piece of writing which introduces legends or stories that praises a particular saint and treats their life with reverence. It honours not just them but what their life stands for. Many hagiographies were written to encourage Christians, especially in times of darkness or persecution, to hold on and live deeply in love for Jesus Christ and His Good News for the world.
It is in this area of legend that the association of St Cecilia with music can be found.It is suggested that on her wedding day, as the musicians played, she sang with all her heart to the Lord. Similarly, as she was martyred in the fire, her soul again, sang to the Lord. This was enough to declare her to be the Patron Saint of Music and musicians. It was finally declared when, in 1584 the Academy of Music was founded in Rome. She was made the patroness of the Academy and this was enough to make sure her veneration became widespread throughout the world. Ever since, Cecilia has been an inspiration to musicians Musicians such as Handel and Benjamin Britten became inspired by her legend and even in literature she was recognized. Geoffrey Chaucer used her as the basis for his 2nd Nuns Tale in the Canterbury Tales. It is probably more about music that we relate to her less, these days, than martyrdom. Cecilia stands for that other kind of witness which comes through Music
The enquiry into the response to Covid-19 which is happening in England right now, will not be looking at the loss we experienced of not being able to be absorbed by the arts in all their fullness. Live Music became impossible to hear. For Christians, and many others the ban on singing hymns in Church was particularly hard. This was part of a huge loss for all who played and sang music and those who simply love to hear it. Our lives were diminished and our need unfulfilled through a loss of music, of hymns, of spiritual songs. It’s true, of course, that we rarely appreciate the value of something until we lose it and now, when we can freely sing, hear music, contemplate words of hymns and make them an essential part of our prayer and spirituality, we must not take it all for granted. Music and singing help to root our meditations and open poetry into our souls. Perhaps, like me, you catch yourself singing when you are still or in the shower or at odd timers of the day. That is when you use best the instrument God gives most of us, the human voice. Better to sing than to shout; better to lend your voice to the music of heaven which surrounds us; better to praise than destroy; better to let God use the music of the soul to enfold people in love.
Whatever the true story of St. Cecilia is, the legacy of her patronage continues to fill our hearts and minds with musical words that can inspire us, especially in this very dark world. We can be uplifted and affirm the great truth that music is a powerful force for good. It can celebrate and rediscover beauty in our world and, most of all, it pours out praise to God. In all our current global unrest, music has a special part to play.
Here’s a poem I wrote a little while ago. Play for me, Lord God. I wish to hear music the music of heaven. Play notes to calm my fears, Soothing my soul from anxiety. I live in a world ripped apart by sounds gurgling up from the bowels of hell. Bombs, missiles, bullets, Angry tanks, guttural sounds of soldiers. Many are far from home, tired too, hungry. bewildered.
Sucked in by masters whose only tune is hatred. Their words a cacophony of crashing disharmony mixed with disillusionment. Such cankered and disfigured hearts, no longer at one with the music that created them. Buildings shake and discard the rubble of their former life. Incessant noise, unceasing ruin. No symphony. No sympathy.
Wars begin in hearts crumpled by demonic blackness. Is this hell? Despair. The concerto of annihilation.
But, if you play music to us, We will find a way out of all this. Your sounds of note caressing note, sprinkles kindness over us, and love; showing us where we need to be.
As the music lifts our hearts, We hear it’s beautiful, clear tune – Telling us that there is more than hell on earth. There is earth raised up to heaven.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
Poem and photographs. by Gill,open up the opportunity to weave your own thoughts into the experience of the mist shrouding Tarn Hows, one of the beauty spots of the Lake District. St Paul is painting a picture of love and its fulfillment in the Love of God. Our understanding of love, as powerful as it may be,is but a view through the mist in comparison to the brightness of God’s love for us. It may be that, circumstances in our lives might not suggest a brighter vision right now. Our world in many places is shrouded with mist and darkness. The photos suggest a way through as the scenes are charged with expectancy and promise. You might see a deeper joy about to reveal itself to you. Whatever you make of these photos and Gill’s words, please try and take to heart the line, ‘I am known’. You are known to God. That knowledge is expressed in God’s arms around you; God’s love for you. No matter how you see it or feel it, it is real.