Love came down at Christmas

 

Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, Love Divine,
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and Angels gave the sign.

Worship we the Godhead,
Love Incarnate, Love Divine,
Worship we our Jesus,
But wherewith for sacred sign?

Love shall be our token,
Love shall be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and all men,
Love for plea and gift and sign.

                     –Christina Rosetti

 

Daniel E. Gawthrop composed one of my favorite settings of this poem.
You can listen to it here.  (Or try here, if you have trouble.)

Just a few more…

Viet Nam

Cote D’Ivoire

Cote D’Ivoire

Virginia Craft Fair Creche

Just right for small hands

The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey

Though most folks don’t consider me a sentimental person, there is one picture book that makes me cry every time I read it–The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey by Susan Wojciechowski. It’s a story of death, and loss, and transformation. When a bitter woodcarver agrees to make a replacement nativity for a widow and her young son, he finds that he must deal with the innocent persistence of childhood. As readers, we find ourselves caught between real sorrow and real hope: death and separation, life and relationship. What is the truth of this world?

It’s a terrific book with beautiful, sensitive illustrations by P. J. Lynch. I hear it’s been made into both a play and a movie, but I find I don’t even want to see the adaptations. It’s complete as it is.  If you were here, we could read it together and think about all the wonderful nativities we’ve shared this season.  We could talk about why these figures become so precious to us, and why we bring them out, year after year.  And then, maybe we could talk about the mysteries of Christmas and the incarnation, and how we get a little closer to understanding the reality of hope and joy in this life every time we set up the manger.

 

Come quickly, King of kings!

Only a few more hours to wait, so here is one final musical selection for your Advent. Whether you attend a small church or large one, or if you greet the Savior in some other place this year, may you know the majesty and humility of Jesus’ birth, and may joy at His coming fill you entirely.

A hymn for Christmas Eve, humble or grand. God bless us all.

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light triumphant breaks;
When beauty gilds the eastern hills,
And life to joy awakes.

Not as of old a little child
To bear, and fight, and die,
But crowned with glory like the sun
That lights the morning sky…

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings:
Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,
Come quickly, King of kings.

 

 

 

Latin American Creches

It’s Christmas Eve. There’s a baby on the way! Are you ready?

In these last few hours of Advent, I thought I would share a few final pictures.  I received a number of pictures of Latin American manger scenes from friends and family.  Here are the ones I haven’t already posted.

 

Mexico

Peru

Ecuador

Most likely Peru

 

 

Guatemala

Peru

 

 

 

Empire Nativity

I was so excited when a friend sent me this photo of her vintage 1960s Empire Nativity. These blow mold figures–hollow molded plastic–were very popular back in the days when most every house put up Christmas lights and no one worried about energy consumption. Then, and now, it said something when you put a manger scene in your yard. Something a little gentler, but no less definite, than today’s “Jesus is the reason for the season.”

 

 

Dime store Holy Family

A tender moment

Cats in the Manger

 

The only manger scene I have that includes cats.

Playmobil creche

 

South Carolina Nativity

 

Handcarved wooden Nativity from South Carolina.

Stable or church? Not many manger scenes include a cross.

Native American Holy Family

 North American Plains Nativity

This reminds me the “Huron Carol” which is sung here in Wendat (Huron) by Heather Dale.

 

You might also enjoy this performance of “Silent Night” by C. Littleleaf on Native American flute.