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Post by Maggie on Dec 25, 2013 2:02:21 GMT -6
There cannot be anything on earth more beautiful than the midnight Christmas mass. It is always opened with the Christmas Proclamation: The Nativity of our Lord Jesus Christ The Twenty-fifth Day of December,
when ages beyond number had run their course from the creation of the world,
when God in the beginning created heaven and earth, and formed man in his own likeness;
when century upon century had passed since the Almighty set his bow in the clouds after the Great Flood, as a sign of covenant and peace;
in the twenty-first century since Abraham, our father in faith, came out of Ur of the Chaldees;
in the thirteenth century since the People of Israel were led by Moses in the Exodus from Egypt;
around the thousandth year since David was anointed King;
in the sixty-fifth week of the prophecy of Daniel;
in the one hundred and ninety-fourth Olympiad;
in the year seven hundred and fifty-two since the foundation of the City of Rome;
in the forty-second year of the reign of Caesar Octavian Augustus, the whole world being at peace,
JESUS CHRIST, eternal God and Son of the eternal Father, desiring to consecrate the world by his most loving presence, was conceived by the Holy Spirit, and when nine months had passed since his conception, was born of the Virgin Mary in Bethlehem of Judah, and was made man:
The Nativity of Our Lord Jesus Christ according to the flesh.
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Post by Maggie on Dec 25, 2013 11:21:52 GMT -6
Midnight mass in my parish is always preceded by a concert of carols. Not just the usual ones (though some beloved ones are sung, of course). This year one of the carols was I wonder as I wander which is a favorite of mine. All of our musicians are fantastic and the soloists and players are mostly young professional musicians. (Well figure. Our Julliard trained child prodigy music director is all of 22. He knows how to put a group together.) In any case, the soloist nailed every note and it was a thing of beauty. It goes like this: I wonder as I wander out under the sky How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die For poor on'ry people like you and like I; I wonder as I wander out under the sky
When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all But high from God's heaven, a star's light did fall And the promise of ages it then did recall.
If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing A star in the sky or a bird on the wing Or all of God's Angels in heaven to sing He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King
I wonder as I wander out under the sky How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die For poor on'ry people like you and like I; I wonder as I wander out under the sky
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