In these lines by Christina G. Rossetti, 1830-1894, later put to the now very familiar music of Gustav T. Holst, and one of my favorite hymns of the Season, the paradoxical character of the Incarnation is evocatively captured:
In the bleak Midwinter, frosty winds made moan.
Earth stood cold as iron, water like a stone.
Snow had fallen snow on snow, snow on snow.
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
I have traveled this week in Wisconsin on business. Yesterday and today, the wind picked up in Milwaukee dramatically after the region saw its first major 14 + inch snowstorm. The temperature also plunged into the single digits.
The two-block walk from my hotel to the office was like a trek across the arctic tundra. It was even hard to breath, and the walk seemed like it took forever. This all started me thinking about this much-loved traditional Christmas carol.
Building on my last post ( Practice #116), I find myself reflecting on the polarities of:
- the deep cold- warm Light: of the Christos, and the burning hearth,
- the gray-toned days- full color spectrum: adorning homes, buildings, and Christmas trees.
The festival of lights also comes to mind along with the lighting of the menorah. The cold and the dark make the light and the colors all the more bold, prominent, welcome, and gratifying.