One of the true joys of Christian music and a treasured memory of my days as an Episcopalian/Anglican. Today, as a Primitive Baptist, we have dispensed with the organ and may have less than a dozen at service, but there is less of the horrible baggage that corrupts the main line churches.
Didn't make it.
Pauses didn't help.
Settled for the lyrics.
Thank you for posting this, it is a favorite of mine too. For some reason, it reminds me of something a great writer (Muriel Spark) once said.
She was asked why on earth she became a Christian let alone a Catholic and she replied simply,
"Because it explains me."
As lovely once more, this year, especially with the blizzard raging outside my door.
Growing up Southern Baptist, I didn't know this as a hymn until I was into my thirties. The lovely melody was, though, my high school alma mater.
Blue and Gold we love thee...
For me, one of the Jewish faith, I find this appreciation hauntingly holy, tender, loving, and of supreme gratitude. Blessings for all.
Famously Unknown, you are beautiful. Bless you.
We are all poor, in that all we can ever truly give Him is all He asks of us: our hearts.
A favorite of mine, too. Posted it last year. What I miss the most, having left the Episcopal/Anglican church for a more loving and evangelical Congregational congregation. Where the musical repertoire is mostly awful, but the people and preaching inspiring. Don't even get me started on the liturgy, tho. What I wouldn't give for a solemn High Mass (Latin maybe) with bells and smells right now. I cherish down to earth people fervent in their faith, and generous hearted (how not to love people who insist on doing all their good works anonymously?) but one craves mystery, the clouds of incense like prayers up to Heaven. My family call me a superstitious peasant...Merry Christmas!
This never gets old, Gerard. Merry Christmas to you and a Happy New Year, too.
Thank you for posting. My favorite poetess. Beautiful music.
Good Lord. I just thought of that and have it playing, and was going to drop the link in again and ask you to put it up again...
Well played, Mr. VanderLeun.
@ retriever.... Try and visit any Orthodox Church, there you may find what you are looking for..
Way better than presidential kibble, sir.
retriever - if you are still out there - just give your church a copy of the 1940 Episcopal Hymnal, the little one I have at home.
All of the good is in there before the church became a mere socio-political pressure group. The Gramscian March caught an institution - and to the Gramscian amazement, the institution died, and its influence has died with it.
Such a surprise - not.
Bleak Midwinter is one of my very favorite poems "water like a stone". Happy Yule my fneird and may this resting time lead to wonder and joy.