After Christmas – The Time Being

December 31, 2009

My favorite after-Christmas poem is W.H. Auden’s “The Flight into Egypt.” It talks about Mary and Joseph fleeing through the desert with their baby son. And it talks about putting away Christmas decorations, about heading back to work, and about the tedious stretch of time in the Church calendar between Christmas and Lent. I wish I could post a link to the whole poem, but I can’t find it in its entirety online. Here is the last part:

NARRATOR

…. In the meantime

There are bills to be paid, machines to keep in repair,

Irregular verbs to learn, the Time Being to redeem

From insignificance. The happy morning is over,

The night of agony still to come; the time is noon:

When the Spirit must practice his scales of rejoicing

Without even a hostile audience, and the Soul endure

A silence that is neither for nor against her faith

That God’s Will will be done, that, in spite of her prayers,

God will cheat no one, not even the world of its triumph.

CHORUS

He is the Way.

Follow Him through the Land of Unlikeness;

You will see rare beasts, and have unique adventures.

He is the Truth.

Seek Him in the Kingdom of Anxiety;

You will come to a great city that has expected your return for years.

He is the Life.

Love Him in the World of the Flesh;

And at your marriage all its occasions shall dance for joy.

I love the anticipation of Advent and the celebration of Christmas. But afterwards, I take down the decorations and return to ordinary life, and it turns out it’s the middle of winter. So I always feel a bit sad during the last days of December. And this year, more than usual, the New Year ahead looks vague and uncertain. The final chorus of Auden’s poem has become something of a mantra for me. It reminds me that, like this season of the year, adventures contain both the ordinary and the unknown. It reminds me that I want to keep following Jesus and see what adventures may come.

So here’s to following, seeking, and loving the Way, the Truth, and the Life in the coming year. I hope to see rare beasts and have unique adventures in 2010. Hope you do too. Happy New Year!


Midnight, Christians

December 17, 2009

I am trying to observe Advent joyfully, but I find it is not always easy to rejoice. Anxiety, guilt, and doubt do all they can to shut out the light of joy. I wish I knew how to deal with these feelings better.

When I really  hear the Christmas story, when I’m able to believe it, I think it is the most beautiful story I know. I especially love the story as told by St. Luke. I love Mary’s Magnificat and the angels’ announcement to the shepherds. I also love the story as it is told in the classic Christmas carols – all poems about the Incarnation. Luke’s gospel and the carols are familiar; I have known them all my life. While I look forward to hearing them every year, I also like discovering new stories, new songs, and new poems that give me a fresh perspective on the story. Yesterday I discovered this: a direct translation of the carol we call “O Holy Night,” as it was originally written in French. In French it is called “Minuit, chretiens,” which translates to “Midnight, Christians.” It is beautiful, rich with theology, and it helped give me a fresh perspective on an ancient story.

English Translation of Minuits, chrétiens

Midnight, Christians, it’s the solemn hour,
When God-man descended to us
To erase the stain of original sin
And to end the wrath of His Father.
The entire world thrills with hope
On this night that gives it a Savior.
People kneel down, wait for your deliverance.
Christmas, Christmas, here is the Redeemer,
Christmas, Christmas, here is the Redeemer!
The ardent light of our Faith,
Guides us all to the cradle of the infant,
As in ancient times a brilliant star
Conducted the Magi there from the orient.
The King of kings was born in a humble manger;
O mighty ones of today, proud of your grandeur,
It is to your pride that God preaches.
Bow your heads before the Redeemer!
Bow your heads before the Redeemer!
The Redeemer has overcome every obstacle:
The Earth is free, and Heaven is open.
He sees a brother where there was only a slave,
Love unites those that iron had chained.
Who will tell Him of our gratitude,
It’s for all of us that He is born,
That He suffers and dies.
People stand up! Sing of your deliverance,
Christmas, Christmas, sing of the Redeemer,
Christmas, Christmas, sing of the Redeemer

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