I love the way this poem encompasses both the heavenly and the earthly, the mundane and the mystical, the cosmic and the personal. I was struck again this evening by the tension, the balance, and the paradox of a faith which is intimately concerned both with the detail of daily reality, and the whole sweep of history and salvation.
In an effort to avoid throwing things at the radio, I switched over from my habitual Radio 4 (there’s only so much post-election analysis I can take!) to Classic FM, which was playing “It Came Upon A Midnight Clear”, which provided exactly what I needed to help put current political events into perspective:
Yet with the woes of sin and strife,
The world hath suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled,
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not,
The love song which they bring:
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing.
It is that same sense as in today’s poem that God who is concerned with all the ordinary stuff of life – and the extraordinary stuff too – is also the God who speaks all things into being, and will bring all things to perfection. It is within the scope of the love and grace of that God that we live and move and have our being. I needed that reminder today.
This year for #AdventBookClub a group of us are reading “In The Bleak Midwinter” by Rachel Mann. Join us on Facebook or Twitter for daily reflections and discussions. We are also raising money for the Trussell Trust: https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/adventbookclub2019.