Barry's BlogSaturday, December 24 2005 Christmas Day: In The Bleak Mid-Winter...
Last Christmas well-known recording artist James Taylor released a Christmas CD that was only available through Hallmark Gift Stores. Some of you may have heard this remarkable CD, which has some of the most well known carols of the Christmas season. One of those carols that continues to powerfully move me is titled, In the Bleak Mid-Winter, a well-known hymn from the British Christmas tradition. The hymn is based on a traditional Celtic folk song, but is an original composition. What many people do not realize is that the melody to the hymn was composed by Gustav Holst (1874-1934), perhaps best know for his orchestral masterpiece, The Planets. Holst's melody, Cranham (named after the town in which it was written), was set to a poem written by English poet Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), In the Bleak Mid-Winter was first published in The English Hymnal in 1906, and has always been one of Holst's most popular compositions. The beauty and simplicity of the folk song greatly inspired Holst, May the hymn's lyrics serve as a personal meditation for each of us at this Christmastime. "In the bleak mid-winter, Angels and archangels, But only his mother, What then can I give Him,
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Mon,Dec 26 2005 10:35:07 AM
"Why do we all think of bringing a "baby" gifts a baby can't use. Why do we in poems, prayers and hymns offer this baby our heart. I think we blow past this baby as a baby, his mother as a mother, his father as his earthly father and instead imagine a fully developed Jesus. One we have constructred with the bits and pieces we have gleaned over the years about what he might have been like when he was on earth mixed up with what we might think the "coming" Jesus will be like. We seem to have trouble accepting the baby Jesus. I wonder if we would recognize and accept the risen "Jesus". Is Jesus anything like we imagine him to be? A very moving, inaccurate but insightful hymn.
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–Herb