Advent Eve at Clothall

Clothall Church (St Mary) at eventide. Photo Ed. Longstaff

Traditional Advent Wreath Service at Clothall Church, on Advent Eve. A reflection

Bathed in Advent light,
the church pauses… 

Singers arrange their music,
readers shuffle papers,
pray-ers clear their thoughts. 

The congregation settles – 
some, perhaps looking forward
to mulled wine, 
yet their bodies are warmed
by God’s holy Word;
prayed… 
read… 
sung…

In the East window
the Clothall Birds* compose themselves,
settling wings,
ready to quietly echo the song
about to fill the air, 
kindling expectancy – 
bringing to life once more
the Advent message:
“Come, 
renew us!”

A hope and an intention;
a desire – 
a flame in the hearts 
of those who come, 
seeking once more
the Incarnate Love of God.

Come to us, Lord.
Renew us!

[Mr G. 1st December 2024 ~ Advent Sunday]

For more about the Clothall Birds, See my Blog entry for November 29th, 2020

Walking Ancient Highways of Pilgrimage

The Path / softly. a photo by Gill Henwood taken near her home in the Lake District.

I have walked the ancient highways,
Pilgrimaged Caminos, along tracks through forests to
Santiago de Compostella where the Gospel bell rings
and envelops us with the scent of heaven.

Stone age tracks and rumoured Roman roads
carrying ancients
across Lakeland ridges above Ullswater ,
Pooley Bridge to Howtown,
touching Martin’s dale and High Street
where the holy feet of Kentigern trod
carrying the Gospel words on both his sole and soul.

I have waited on the shore as Northumbrian seas
flow and ebb revealing the track over water leading to the haven
of Aidan’s gathered boys, long ago
to pray and hear the word of the Lord, going out eagerly
to imprint God’s love to a thirsty, hungry people.

I have travelled up Welsh valleys and heard
the whispered stories of holy men and women
consecrating the soil with joyful presence and with pain;
meeting St. Melangell, hiding trembling nature,
a hare protected against royal need to kill.

I have shuffled up worn steps, prayer walking 
to kneel with the common people at Canterbury’s shrine.
( left hand only please! Make way for the richer folk
who hope to anticipate the right hand side of heaven
with their purses of gold!).

I have trodden along disused railway line
In the valley of Bec were monks and nuns
travelled between monastery and convent,
and more than once Archbishops and Bishops
left their homeland for Canterbury and beyond.

These ancient tracks, once deeply trodden remain,
echoes of journeys taken into a past world, presently,
and leading to a future steeped with hope,
to the end of all our walking,
the cell at the heart of God.

Mr.G. 25.11.24

Singing the song in our heart

Photo: Lynn Hurry

I post this on St Cecilia’s Day, November 22nd. Since the 15th century she has been known as the Patron Saint of Music. A document known as the Golden Legend’ described her as a “bride of Christ whose love of music elevated her soul to God.  This document also encouraged us to consider the link between earth and heaven. It is a link between the song of heaven, led by the angels and the echo of that song on earth, particularly in religion, poetry and music.

The poet, John Dryden, wrote a Song for St Cecilia’s Day which strengthened that link and serenaded the power of music with the line:

“What Passion cannot music raise and quell?”

For many of us, this is expressed in song and hymns and psalms whilst others use the gifts they have to make music in other ways. (Not a mutually exclusive experience!)
Song and music as an expression of faith has been the subject of a short piece of writing by the Taizé Community which is worth pondering over:

I love the quotation from Maya Angelou which accompanies the photo above.
In the interplay of the Godly song of heaven and our earthly melody of the heart it is good for Maya to remind us that the main reason we can sing and make music is because there is a song in our heart to be sung. A Song put there by God. It raises spirits and lifts our lives beyond ourselves to God. That’s a good enough reason for me to sing.

[Mr G + Taizé Community]