Sunday – Waiting in Silence

 

For today’s Sunday Respite I have chosen “Waiting in Silence.” It is one of my favorite Advent pieces. About this time, the third Sunday in Advent, a reflective mood often develops as we know we are getting closer to the day we honor the birth of Jesus.

On the lighter side I am including “Chips Tips Wrapping A present.”  Appeared on Jimmy Kimmel late 2011

First we start-

Diocese of St. Benedict Old Catholic Missionaries.

 

All credit goes to ABC and Jimmy Kimmel for video below:

Anyone who has wrapped gifts can appreciate Aunt Chippy’s problems.

Some rough language.

 

 

Wishing everyone a wonderful day.

Sunday Respite – Advent and the Winter Solstice

 

On Saturday, December 21, we are given the return of longer days with the celebration of the Winter Solstice. Soon to follow we celebrate the gift of Jesus and his wonderful light.

Many of our customs today have a basis in those early traditions including Yule logs, mistletoe and Christmas trees – having their roots in the pagan celebrations of the Winter Solstice.

Long before the birth of Christ, our stone age ancestors had their own theologies.  They were dependent upon the seasons. As such, they followed the wheel of the year. How anxious they must have been as the days kept growing shorter and wondering if the sun would again return, reborn, gifting longer days once more.

This is Advent  — when, as sleepers, we awaken to our own light of love, deep within us, waiting to be reborn again in the dark stables of our own souls.

Lindsey Mead speaks to the nascent light of her own inner longing as Solstice approached, and offers a meditation by author Meg Casey that captures the hushed beauty of December here

December is a holy month. Maybe it is the dark, silky silence that descends so early that speaks to me of reverence. Maybe it is the promise that December holds — that no matter how dark, how cold, how empty it can get, the light is coming back. Something always shifts in me when December arrives — I embrace the darkness, and am eager for the coming solstice when the whole world is still and holds its breath, waiting to be reborn again.

What a not-to-be-missed treasure the natural season of Advent can be then, when the “nascent light” inside each of us can turn to, and answer, the promises of light surrounding us everywhere in the December dark — the whisper of candlelight from darkened windows, the blue-black light of dusk against the silhouetted trees of winter.

O come, O come, Emmanuel – The Piano Guys

What if we could see the Solstice and the Sun/Son as “the light of the world” as did the ancients for thousands of years before us.

It’s a beautiful video that captures the essence of the season perfectly. Enya singing Silent Night in Gaelic in the background, setting the mood.

 

Wishing everyone a happy and blessed day this fourth Sunday of Advent.

Mary Did You Know?

 

Wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas Eve.

 Mary, Did You Know? – Pentatonix

 

 

O Come, Emmanuel!

 

I have chosen one of my favorite renditions of this classic. Wishing everyone a wonderful and blessed day, this fourth Sunday in Advent.

O Come, Emmanuel – Christmas Version – ThePianoGuys

 

 

I am also adding one I posted several weeks ago in case you missed it or would enjoy hearing it again. Do watch it in full screen. Enjoy.

 

Little Drummer Boy – by students at the Norwegian University of Science and Technology (NTNU), Trondheim, Norway

The Winter Solstice and Advent

 

The Winter Solstice was a major pagan celebration, with rituals of rebirth of the Sun having been celebrated for thousands of years.

On Friday December 21, we were gifted with the return of longer days by Mother Earth with the celebration of the Winter Solstice. Soon to follow as we celebrate the gift of the celebration of the birth of Jesus and his wonderful light.

Many of our customs today have a basis in those early traditions including Yule logs, mistletoe and Christmas trees – having their roots in the pagan celebrations of the winter Solstice.

Long before the birth of Christ, the ancients had their own theologies.  They were dependent on the seasons. As such, they followed the wheel of the year. How anxious they must have been as the days kept getting shorter and wondering if the sun would again return, reborn, giving longer days once more.

“This is Advent —  as sleepers, we awaken to our own light of love, deep within us, waiting to be reborn again in the dark stables of our own souls.”

Lindsey Mead speaks to the nascent light of her own inner longing as Solstice approached, and offers a beautiful meditation by author Meg Casey that captures the hushed beauty of December here

December is a holy month. Maybe it is the dark, silky silence that descends so early that speaks to me of reverence. Maybe it is the promise that December holds — that no matter how dark, how cold, how empty it can get, the light is coming back. Something always shifts in me when December arrives — I embrace the darkness, and am eager for the coming solstice when the whole world is still and holds its breath, waiting to be reborn again.

What a not-to-be-missed treasure the natural season of Advent can be then, when the “nascent light” inside each of us can turn to, and answer, the promises of light surrounding us everywhere in the December dark — the whisper of candlelight from darkened windows, the blue-black light of dusk against the silhouetted trees of winter.

What if we could see the Winter Solstice and the birth of the Sun/son as “the light of the world.”

It’s a beautiful video that captures the essence of the season perfectly. Enya singing Silent Night in Gaelic in the background, setting the mood.

 

 

 

 

Winter Solstice – Discovering new meaning to advent.

 

 

On Thursday December 21, we are gifted with the return of longer days by Mother Earth with the celebration of the Winter Solstice. Soon to follow as we celebrate the gift of Jesus and his wonderful light. What if we could see the Solstice and the Sun as “the light of the world” and there was no distinction between Christ consciousness?

This is Advent — when, as sleepers, we awaken to our own light of love, deep within us, waiting to be reborn again in the dark stables of our own souls.

Lindsey Mead speaks to the nascent light of her own inner longing as Solstice approached, and offers a meditation by author Meg Casey that captures the hushed beauty of December here

December is a holy month. Maybe it is the dark, silky silence that descends so early that speaks to me of reverence. Maybe it is the promise that December holds — that no matter how dark, how cold, how empty it can get, the light is coming back. Something always shifts in me when December arrives — I embrace the darkness, and am eager for the coming solstice when the whole world is still and holds its breath, waiting to be reborn again.

What a not-to-be-missed treasure the natural season of Advent can be then, when the “nascent light” inside each of us can turn to, and answer, the promises of light surrounding us everywhere in the December dark — the whisper of candlelight from darkened windows, the blue-black light of dusk against the silhouetted trees of winter.

It’s a beautiful video that captures the essence of the season perfectly. Enya singing Silent Night in Gaelic in the background, setting the mood.

 

Music: Silent Night (Gaelic) by Enya

The Other Christmas Gift!

 

We talk so much about the special “Snow Flakes” and their lack of maturity. Let’s see how the younger ones make out with a tough decision. I like to post it about this time of year. A reminder in all the hustle and bustle of just what is really important.

When faced with a tough decision, will these kids pick a Christmas gift for themselves or give it up for a gift for their family?

The children from the Boys & Girls Clubs of Metro Atlanta were given the tough decision of choosing a present for themselves or one for their parents. Video of the social experiment entitled “The Other Christmas Gift.

Sunday Respite – “Waiting in Silence”

 

Wishing everyone a great day. One of my favorite pieces for Advent. I appreciate is pensive tone.

1. Waiting in silence, waiting in hope;
we are your people, we long for you, Lord.
God ever with us, Emmanuel,
Come, Lord Jesus, Maranatha!

2. Waiting in silence, waiting in hope;
we are your people, we trust in your love.
O Sun of Justice, true Prince of Peace,
Come with your justice, Lord, Maranatha!

3. Waiting in silence, waiting in hope;
we are your people, Lord, we seek your truth.
Wisdom Incarnate, teach us your way;
Show us the path of life, Maranatha!

4. Waiting in silence, waiting in hope;
we are your people, we long for new life.
O Key of David, open our hearts.
Give us new vision, Lord, Maranatha!

5. Waiting in silence, waiting in hope;
we are your people, our hearts thirst for you.
Flower of Jesse, bloom in our midst.
Make us your garden, Lord, Maranatha!

There are several interpretations of “Maranatha.” One being: “Maranatha!” became the common greeting of the oppressed believers, replacing the Jewish greeting shalom (“peace”).

Christmas Eve

A very Merry Christmas to everyone!

The Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Orchestra at Temple Square, and Band of the United States Air Force Reserve with soloist Sandi Patty present “O Holy Night,” by Adolphe Adam and arranged by David T. Clydesdale.

Advent – A time of reflection

This is Advent — when, as sleepers, we awaken to our own light of love, deep within us, waiting to be reborn again in the dark stables of our own souls.

Source:A Design So Vast, Lindsey Mead speaks to the nascent light of her own inner longing as Solstice approached, and offers a meditation by author Meg Casey that captures the hushed beauty of December here

December is a holy month. Maybe it is the dark, silky silence that descends so early that speaks to me of reverence. Maybe it is the promise that December holds — that no matter how dark, how cold, how empty it can get, the light is coming back. Something always shifts in me when December arrives — I embrace the darkness, and am eager for the coming solstice when the whole world is still and holds its breath, waiting to be reborn again.

The following is a pensive piece, as we reflect upon the season.
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