Tag: Nativity

Midsummer Yellow

St John’s Wort at Fairacres. Photo by Julia Sheffield.

A few days ago we celebrated the Nativity of St. John the Baptist. (June 24th,) – Midsummer’s Day.
John has two festivals though I suspect the one this week was preferable to him than the other which commemorates his beheading!

Just before celebrating his Nativity, I visited the Convent of the Incarnation, the home of the Sisters of the Love of God at Fairacres in Oxford. By the entrance there was a profusion of yellow flowers filling a bush of welcome.
I was reminded that the birth of St John the Baptist and this flowering bush are connected. In horticultural parlance it is known by the name Hypericum but it also has a name in religion – that of St. John’s Wort. It flowers mainly in June and usually around the time of St. John’s birthday.

The word ’Wort’ comes from the Old English word, ‘Wyrt’, meaning a plant or a herb or root. It is associated by some with folk medicine and is said to have healing properties in the treatment of mild depression. However, it can affect other medicines adversely so it’s always wisest to consult professional people.

Gardeners know it as a herb with woody roots which the Royal Horticultural Society tells of it bearing yellow flowers mark by black glands and leaves that appear perforated due to translucent glands producing copious seed per plant.

From a religious point of view, it is noted that the flowers have five petals which represent a halo. When cut there is red liquid which becomes a symbol of St. John the Baptist’s beheading.

Religious folklore adds that the plant traditionally wards off evil spirits and demons linking this with St John as a spiritual protector. In medieval Europe people hung sprigs of the plant above doorways to protect homes. During midsummer celebrations the plant was placed in fields and burned in bonfires. This was to protect people, livestock, homes and crops against evil forces.

Oddly, in an age when evil and malice prevail more than ever, we neglect these helpful ceremonies and symbols!

That was certainly not true for Saint Columba. According to Gaelic tradition, Columba always carried a piece of St. John’s Wort not only because of his great regard for St. John but also for its protective and healing qualities.

This is one of the many examples how nature and spirituality are intertwined  as God’s great design of Creation of which we are but a part. Living in harmony, care and love for God’s creation which defines us, is something we need to re-discover and put into practice.
May St. John’s Wort remind us of that.

Prayer from Xavier University Cincinnati #Jesuitresource.org is developed by The Center for Mission and Identity at Xavier University with support from the Conway Institute for Jesuit Education. 

[Mr G. 27th June 2026]

Nothing is impossible

Mary & Christ Child, painting on glass, Kay Gibbons.

Nothing is impossible for God,a Poetic Reflection on Christmas by Jenny Dawkins

Heaven springs a leak over ordinary earth.

It starts over Nazareth
a droplet of light holds its breath
and falls into an ordinary home.
At a young woman’s Yes,
a secret starburst.

Shadows, shaken, take one step back.

Passers-by miss the glow
But in her belly
the promise has taken hold.

She grows luminous in this pregnancy
Though some days she wishes otherwise
the iridescence in her is irrepressible.
When she sings the town hears sunrise.

Nine months later,
Another angel drops liquidly onto a hillside.

The very grass becomes golden.
Shepherds cheeks redden
in the face of this midnight dawn.

An announcement defies the dark:
Come and meet Light.
Come and see Hope.
Come and know Love.
You need not be afraid.

And suddenly, heaven gushes
light and song and joy
over this ordinary earth.

It is unstoppable.

Shepherds run and splash
through puddles
shouting, “Come and See!”

Though the world is dark
a new day has been born,
and what was once, will become forever.
and what was glimpsed
will one day be seen in full.

Every ordinary place
alive with this bright reality.
every hillside drenched in glory.

For with God, nothing will be impossible.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jenny Dawkins (Revd).
 Vicar of Christ Church, Gipsy Hill, London.

Poem reproduced by permission.
for more from Jenny see her Instagram page ~ gipsyhilljen.

Nativity Greeting

Nativity Greeting, art design by Kay Gibbons

Christmas greetings through the usual card sent by post has been disrupted this year because of the industrial dispute between the Royal Mail managers and their hard-working and mostly dedicated staff, so most of my greetings have been sent by email.
I wanted, therefore, to have a special design. 

Who better to approach than my dear friend Kay Gibbons? She and I have known each other for a long time but more recently, over the past year or so, I have come to know her art too.  She is described as a multidisciplinary artist and she works in a variety of media. These include glass, paint and stone.
She lives near Oxford and has taken part in Oxfordshire Art Weeks.Next year she will be mounting an exhibition in the Oxford area,
Her designs are amazing and she uses bright colours, swirling conceptions, geometric presentation, and a sense of movement which delight and inspire the senses.
For me, just pausing to ponder her work gives sheer joy and uplifts me.
I can’t fully put my finger on it but it is expressive visual poetry. She uses colour and shape to open a window to the numinous.
You can judge for yourself by looking her up on Instagram. 

Above is the commissioned ‘Nativity’ that I asked her to design for me.
I would like to offer it to the followers of Mr G’s Ponderings as a greeting to you all in this Christian Festive Season when we give thanks in a special way for the birth of the Christ-Child. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of you who look at my blog and take the time to reflect on what we post. I am very encouraged and grateful.

Not all of you are Christians but every faith has an experience of light triumphing over darkness; of goodness overcoming evil and of hope overlaying despair.
Every faith speaks to individual hearts as well as to faith communities. There is the aspect of personal belief leading to how we are to live our life under God.

In our present human darkness and struggle which stretches from Ukraine to Iran; Afghanistan to Syria and as we struggle with the global migration of refugees; the consequences of natural disaster, poverty and hunger, and the lasting effects of Covid, we can, and many do, feel overwhelmed. For some, faced with all this, there is a test of faith, for others a quiet desperation.
This year’s midwinter festival comes at one of our planet’s weakest moments. We are fragile, vulnerable and afraid.
So Jesus, coming into our world as a vulnerable babe in very unpromising circumstances can be, for us, a reminder that God has us held in the palm of his loving hand. He knows our fears and our needs. The Incarnation of Jesus is about Loving us from within.
Love comes to seek us out and it is the God who is pure Love who will lead us through.

None of us know, at this moment, what 2023 holds for us. However, working together across all sorts of divisions, boundaries and misunderstandings, we can make a huge difference to our future direction and security – and that of the earth itself. We have a stewardship of our planet and therefore a duty to all of Creation to do t

In the face of just 10 or so despots who think they have some right to impose their will over the billions of others, we need to return the earth and the care of all to God. The best way we can do that is through sharing God’s love for us with all inhabitants of the earth from human beings to blades of grass.

In whatever form you see God’s light, the birth of Jesus is, for Christians, the incarnation of that light and that love.
Love flourishing in all hearts is my Greeting to you this Christmas.

Words of a poem by Christina Rossetti Love came down at Christmas.(slightly adapted)

Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, Love Divine,
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and Angels gave the sign.

Worship we the Godhead,
Love Incarnate, Love Divine,
Worship we our Jesus,
But wherewith for sacred sign?

Love shall be our token,
Love be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and all creation,
Love for plea and gift and sign.

Christina Rossetti

Kay Gibbons : Mary & Jesus

As Advent approaches…

Nativity by Kay Gibbons

A reflection by my friend Kay Gibbons

If Jesus were to be born today God would have a mighty problem (not that he has trouble with such things! He seems to overcome all sorts!)

Pubs are closed – so, no room at the Inn ? (takeaway pints doesn’t really get round this problem)

Three wise men are only allowed to travel great distances to buy things ( eg eBay purchases) but NOT to offer gifts.

Shepherds have to work from home so can’t travel beyond the field to visit others as they are already in a bubble with their sheep. 

Gatherings of more than 2 people from different houses are only allowed to meet in public places. Or is it 6? Or 8 ? Or maybe 15? 

We can’t have the holy family incurring a £10000 fine because others were overjoyed and wanted to meet up.

Think Angels would be allowed because there are no restrictions on drones in Covid legislation. So anything hovering is permissible,I guess?

So ,

How do we get round this??!!!

We are ALL in the Holy Nativity bubble and the star shines brightly above our heads and in our hearts. The Holy Nativity takes place in all of us, God born as one of us, in us as individuals and as the Church . It is up to us to get on our phones and on social media to let a somewhat disjointed world know about the Holy Nativity during a time of lockdown, of Covid and beyond! I’m sure the annunciation if it were to happen in this time of cyber communication would have been on Zoom,or maybe FaceTime. (But maybe not, God doesn’t necessarily conform – after all, Virgin birth ? Who could have thought that up ? He doesn’t always stick to the norm.)

Maybe not necessarily on our phones and social media. Just sharing the joy of the Holy Nativity in our lives with those we meet daily.

Love Kay