A Symbolic Tradition

There was a great throng of peasant folk and children, all carrying lighted tapers, and radiant with delight; for this was the Procession of the Offered Lamb, and to walk in its train was considered by all as the greatest honor and privilege. And especially did the shepherd folk love the beautiful old custom which…… Continue reading A Symbolic Tradition

God’s Musician

It is the evening between Christmas and St. Stephen’s Day. The church-bells have run themselves hoarse, and now a blizzard is trumpeting a Gloria of its own. The music roars down from the heights. It blows a great blast into the church spire, calling out to the great bells: “Hey there, old fellows, Gloria in…… Continue reading God’s Musician

Generations of Adorers

Hugh and Dickon opened the heavy wooden door of the Old Church and went in. Once inside, Hugh paused and looked about him. The monks had not used the church for generations, not since the spacious and beautiful edifice of St. Mary’s had been built. It was typically Anglo-Saxon in form, rectangular, without transepts, instead…… Continue reading Generations of Adorers

The Twelve Days of Christmas

As we approached the house, we heard the sound of music, and now and then a burst of laughter from one end of the building. This, Bracebridge said, must proceed from the servants’ hall, where a great deal of revelry was permitted, and even encouraged, by the Squire throughout the twelve days of Christmas, provided…… Continue reading The Twelve Days of Christmas

The Spacious Firmament on High

BY JOSEPH ADDISON The Spacious Firmament on high, With all the blue Ethereal Sky, And spangled Heav’ns, a Shining Frame, Their great Original proclaim: Th’ unwearied Sun, from day to day, Does his Creator’s Pow’r display, And publishes to every Land The Work of an Almighty Hand. Soon as the Evening Shades prevail, The Moon…… Continue reading The Spacious Firmament on High