Thursday, December 8, 2022

Christians Awake!

       "Christians, awake, salute the happy morn" is an English Christmas hymn on a text by John Byrom. It is usually sung to the tune "Yorkshire" by John Wainright.
       The text of the hymn is from a poem in iambic pentameter by John Byrom. The original manuscript, in Chetham's Library, Manchester, bears the title "Christmas Day. For Dolly", referring to the author's daughter, although there is no evidence to support the oft repeated story that it was written for her specifically. The original poem was in three paragraphs of 16 lines each (for a total of 48). The exact date of this document is uncertain, although it is usually dated between 1745 and 1750. This was later published in the author's posthumous Poems, &c. (1773) and later again in his Works (1814, vol. 2).
       The omission of some of the lines and re-arrangement of the remainder into singable verses appeared in combination with Wainwright's music in a 1766 publication, although the first printing for liturgical usage was Thomas Cotterill's Selection of Psalms and Hymns (1819, 8th ed.), retaken shortly thereafter in James Montgomery's Christian Psalmist (1825). The modern text, which runs to six verses of six lines, is frequently shortened, omitting one or two stanzas. The fifth verse ("Oh, may we keep and ponder in our mind") is sometimes replaced with an alternative one beginning "Like Mary let us ponder in our mind". A version by Davies Gilbert in 8 verses, printed in Some Ancient Christmas Carols (1823), stays more faithful to the original poem.
       The text retells the Christmas story as contained in Luke 2, referring to the birth of Jesus and quoting the angel's proclamation in verses 2 and 3. Verse 4 paraphrases the shepherds adoring the newborn Jesus.

Illustrated sheet music of "Christians Awake" carol.

Christians Awake!
Christians, awake, salute the happy morn,
whereon the Savior of the world was born;
rise to adore the mystery of love,
which hosts of angels chanted from above:
with them the joyful tidings first begun
of God incarnate and the Virgin's Son.

Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,
who heard the angelic herald's voice, 'Behold,
I bring good tidings of a Savior's birth
to you and all the nations upon earth:
this day hath God fulfilled his promised word,
this day is born a Savior, Christ the Lord.'

He spake; and straightway the celestial choir
in hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire;
the praises of redeeming love they sang,
and heaven's whole orb with alleluias rang:
God's highest glory was their anthem still,
peace upon earth, and unto men good will.

To Bethl'em straight the enlightened shepherds ran,
to see the wonder God had wrought for man,
and found, with Joseph and the blessèd Maid,
her Son, the Savior, in a manger laid:
then to their flocks, still praising God, return,
and their glad hearts with holy rapture burn.

O may we keep and ponder in our mind
God's wondrous love in saving lost mankind;
trace we the babe, who hath retrieved our loss,
from his poor manger to his bitter cross;
tread in his steps, assisted by his grace,
till man's first heavenly state again takes place.

Then may we hope, the angelic hosts among,
to sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song:
he that was born upon this joyful day
around us all his glory shall display;
saved by his love, incessant we shall sing
eternal praise to heaven's almighty King.
 

St. Paul's Cathedral Choir sing "Christians Awake"

       The association with the tune "Yorkshire" (sometimes also "Stockport") is an early one: some accounts describe it being sung under the direction of its composer by a group of local men and boys for Christmas 1750, some time after the writing of the poem; although it is not possible to tell how the poem was originally divided along to the tune. The first edition that has it in combination with Byrom's text is in Wainwright's only known musical publication, undated but assumed from newspaper announcements to have been published in 1766.
       The melody was first published in the Collection of Tunes (1761) by Caleb Ashworth from Lancashire, who presumably "heard and liked" the tune, but as a setting for the paraphrase of Psalm 50 by Isaac Watts, beginning "The God of Glory sends his Summons forth, / Calls the South Nations, and awakes the North". The melody was again reprinted by another Lancashire churchman, Ralph Harrison, in his Sacred Harmony (1784): the popularity of this publication made the tune widely known, including across the Atlantic, although it is unlikely it was much sung by American congregations at the time. In England Byrom’s hymn was sung frequently as an outdoors carol, but it did not make its way into liturgical use until the 1819 publication by Cotterill.
       From thence it had passed by the beginning of the 20th century into most hymnals in common use, both in England and America, including Hymns Ancient and Modern, the English Hymnal, and many others thereafter.

Wednesday, December 7, 2022

A Visit To Santa Claus Land

A Visit To Santa Claus Land

The children visit Santa's garden of toys in their sleep at night!

        ONCE upon a time there were two children, a little boy named Willie and a little girl named Annie. Now, they could hardly wait for Santa Claus to visit them, so every day they would say to their mother, "Oh, Mother, how many days until Christmas? Must we wait a whole month, Mother? Twenty days more, ten days more, only five days more - how slowly the days drag on, Mother!"
       Now, the busy mother felt the time slip by all too rapidly, but the children counted the days on the calendar and grew more and more impatient each day. At last they shouted in glee, "Santa Claus will visit us to-night, and to-morrow is Merry Christmas!"
       They borrowed the longest, strongest stockings which they could find, and when their mother came to tuck them snugly in bed and to kiss them good-night, Willie said, "Do you know, Mother, I'm going to prop my eyelids wide open and watch all night for Santa Claus."
       "So am I" said Annie, "and when he comes down the chimney, we will ask him where he gets all the toys."
       "Oh, no, you must go right to sleep and he will come all the faster," answered the mother, as she turned out the lights and left the nursery. 
       After she had gone downstairs, Willie whispered to Annie, "Say, Annie, are you awake?''
       Yes, I am, but I'm getting so sleepy I wish he would hurry and come right now. Let's sing our Christmas carols for him."
       And so the two children sang all the songs they knew.
       "My, it does seem so long to wait. I am most asleep," said Willie, with a big yawn. "I tell you, we can take turns - you watch for him awhile, Annie, and then I shall."
       After a time Annie called out, "Willie, I'm so sleepy; it's your turn to watch." But she received no answer.
       The next thing they knew, Annie and Willie were away up in the North Pole country, with snow and ice around them on all sides, and right in front of them stood a high ice-wall. "How I wish we could go through this wall," said Willie, and just as he said this the ice seemed to open and there was a great gateway leading into the strangest garden that you ever heard of in all your life. It was a garden all of toys, and Annie and Willie could hardly believe their eyes as they saw the wonders about them. Hanging right over the wall there appeared to be something growing like morning-glories. When they looked again the children saw that they were not morning-glories at all, but small, toy talking-machines, while on a trumpet-vine nearby they saw growing, like flowers, real toy trumpets. Willie picked a trumpet at once and played on it: ''Toot-toot-toot-toot-too-oo-o.''
       Oh, you must not touch the toys, Willie,'' gasped poor Annie in fright. ''We don't know who owns this garden.''
       Just then the children saw the gardener of this wonderful land of toys. He was the merriest old man, dressed all in red, and his coat and hat were trimmed with ermine. His hair and beard were as white as the snow and his cheeks were like red, rosy apples, while his eyes twinkled like stars. The children knew who this gardener was at once, you may be sure. Why, it was Santa Claus, of course! He was cutting down a crop of whistles with his sickle. He had a large, red sack at his side and smaller bags nearby, and he was so happy that he sang as he worked:  

"In my wonderful garden of toys
Grows a crop for the good girls and boys.
Dolls, cannon, and drums,
Candy cake, sugar plums -
All grow in my garden of toys.''

       He was just ready to make up another verse when he spied the two children. ''Oh, ho, ho, ho!'' he laughed merrily, ''how did you two children come here?''
       Please, Mr. Santa Claus,'' said Willie shyly, ''we were waiting for you to visit us and the next thing we knew we were in this garden. We don't know how we came here, but, now that we are here, may we not help you to pick some toys?''
       ''Indeed, you may,'' said Santa Claus. ''I need two such helpers. I was just wondering how I could gather all these toys in time for tomorrow. Willie, will you please go over to the garden-bed in the corner and pull up some tops?''
       ''Pull up some tops!'' echoed Willie in amazement. But he took a red sack and went to the garden and began to pull up  toy tops. There were large tops growing like turnips and little tops growing like beets and radishes. There were all kinds of tops; some would humm-humm-humm-m-m and make music while Willie pulled them up. Next, Willie climbed a tree and began to pick red marbles growing just like cherries; and he found purple and blue marbles growing on a trellis, just like grapes - so he filled many small bags with marbles. He also climbed other trees where he thought he saw apples and oranges growing, but, when he came near them, he found different-colored balls - so he picked a bag of balls for Santa. "Santa, may I help too?" asked Annie.
       Indeed you may, my child,'' he answered.
       How should you like to pick dollies?'' So all this time Annie was busy getting him dollies, and she was very happy.
       "You dear, dear dollies!'' Annie said, as she hugged each one in turn. ''How happy all the little girls will be when they find these dollies Christmas morning!'' There were large dolls with the cutest bonnets on their heads, growing just like roses, and other dollies with the dearest pointed hats, growing up like tall holly-hocks. And then there were tiny dollies like pansies turning their pretty little faces up toward Annie.
       Presently Santa Claus began to water the grass and suddenly every blade of grass was a tiny tin soldier with his musket erectly held, while soldiers - tents, like mushrooms, sprang up all around. Sail-boats, steam-boats, motor-boats, row-boats and canoes were all out on a lake nearby, but they could never sink, for the lake was a large looking-glass, and fishes, ducks and swans were swimming on looking-glass streams. The children rushed from one garden to another and saw so many things to pick that they were kept very busy helping Santa Claus.
       "Oh, see those pumpkins and squashes over there on those vines!'' exclaimed Willie, but when he went to pick them he found drums, large and small, and foot-balls and basket-balls lying on the ground, like melons and pumpkins turned brown.
       "Whee-ee-ee-ee! Isn't this jolly! See those funny brown leaves blowing in the wind," called Annie. "They are all sizes and shapes."
       When the children came near to pick them, they found no leaves at all, but brown Teddy- bears with their arms and feet out-stretched. The children hugged them in their arms and the Teddy-bears gave little squeaks of glee,  for they were so glad to be gathered in with this harvest of toys.
       Suddenly, overhead, the children heard a whirr-whirr-whirring noise, and when they looked up it seemed as if great swarms of dragon-flies and butterflies were hovering over them. "Ha, ha, ha!'' laughed Santa Claus, as he watched the surprised children.
       "Those are new toys; they only lately have come to my land - but, here, take these butterfly nets and try to catch a few of them."
       And when Annie and Willie brought these toys down a little nearer, they saw that they were not dragonflies or butterflies, but toy airplanes.
       Tiny, toy trains went gliding over steel rails, across switches, under tunnels, over bridges, and stopped at stations, quite like really, truly trains.  
       "How should you like to see my farm?'' asked Santa Claus. And the next thing Annie and Willie knew they were in a toy land barnyard. Houses, fences and barns with stalls for horses and cows, and everything as complete as a real farm. Horses rocked to and fro or rolled about on wheels; toy lambs, so wooly and white, said, "Baa-baa-baa,'' when their heads were turned to one side.
       There was also a menagerie of wild animals nearby. Elephants and tigers, lions and monkeys - more animals than you can tell about were there, and they looked so real that at first Annie felt like running to hide behind Santa Claus. Then Santa Claus led them through toy villages and they really felt like giants when they looked down on all the dolls‚ houses and different stores, toy theaters, toy post-offices, toy grocery stores, meat markets, and in all these stores were dolls for clerks and dolls for customers.
       Then Santa Claus took them far away from the villages, out through the orchard where the sugar-plum trees were growing, and after they had filled many bags with candy he led them out to the Christmas tree forest. Here they found Christmas trees growing with gold and silver tinsel and hung with glass balls and chains, while tiny, colored lights were twinkling through the branches. Santa Claus had to gather these trees and pack them with great care.
       The next thing the children knew, Santa Claus had taken them right into his home. There they saw a dear old lady with snow-white hair who was sewing on some dolls clothes. She was dressing some of the  dollies that had sprung up without any clothes. It was Mrs. Santa Claus, of course, and as she hugged and kissed the children she said to Santa Claus, ''The dears, where did you find them?''
       "Out in the garden," answered Santa Claus. ''I don't know how they came here, but they are excellent helpers. They have been helping me to gather my toys. I shall soon be ready now, after I do a little more work in my shop. You know, my dear, I must first test my winding toys, for that clock-work machinery does break so easily.''
       As he talked, Santa Claus took off his cap and coat, rolled up his sleeves and went right to work. He wound and tested each toy, and Willie helped him by handing him the keys for each one. There was a honk-honk-honk , a toot- toot- toot, a chug, chug. chug , and a clang , clang , clang , as automobiles, boats, engines, fire-engines and all kinds of mechanical toys went running about the shop like mad. Next Santa was working with his saw and plane, his hammer and nails, and with a rap and a tap he finished the roof of a doll's house.
       Mrs. Santa had dressed all the dolls and furnished the dolls' houses. "What a cute little kitchen!" exclaimed Annie. "Oh, Willie, do you see this dining-room and the cunning parlor and this little bed-room? How I should love to play dolls in this house!" Then Annie turned to Mrs. Santa Claus and said, ''May help you? I could thread your needles or help in some other way?"
       Why, so you may, my dear,'' answered Mrs. Santa Claus. ''My eyes are getting old and if you will thread my needles it will be a great help." So Annie threaded needles and helped Mrs. Santa Claus to dress the last doll and then to pack all the clothes in a new doll's trunk.
       Santa Claus sat at his desk and finished writing a story and drawing the last pictures when suddenly the clock struck, Ding- dong-ding. Twelve times it struck and Mrs. Santa Claus said, ''It is time you were up and away, sir.'' She helped Santa Claus into his big cloak and he pulled on his high boots and his warm gloves and pulled his cap down over his ears.
       Just then the reindeer were heard prancing and pawing outside, impatient to be off and away. Santa Claus bundled his big pack of toys into his sleigh and put in all his Christmas trees. He kissed Mrs. Santa on both cheeks, and with a big smack on the lips called out "Good-by, Mother," and, picking up Annie and Willie as if they were live dolls, tucked one under each arm and dashed out to the magic sleigh. They seemed fairly happy to fly through the air, and the moon and the stars seemed to dance in the sky as they went on faster and faster. Then they came down nearer and nearer to earth where the lights in the great city gleamed like fireflies far below.
       The next thing Annie and Willie knew, they were on the roof of their own home. The next thing they knew, they were down, down the chimney and - there they were right in their own, little beds! The sunlight was streaming into their eyes and their mother was calling, ''Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, little sleepy heads!''
       Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!'' they both shouted, as they bounced out of bed and rushed for their stockings which were fairly bulging with toys, and Annie was soon hugging and kissing a new dolly while Willie was blowing a new trumpet. In the other room stood a large Christmas tree which had come from the Christmas tree forest.
       "Oh, we know where these toys came from,'' said Willie. ''They came from the garden of toys, for we visited Santa Claus Land last night.''
       Now, tonight, when you go to bed, close your eyes tightly and go to sleep and I am sure you too can pay a visit to Santa Claus Land. by G. Faulkner

Merry Christmas!

Somewhere in your silent days and nights...

Christian animations by kathy grimm

"And  the  Word  became  flesh,  and  dwelt  among  us  and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth." John  1: 14.

"If  The  belief  in  the  Divinity  of  Christ  is  waning  among  us. They  who  hold  it  have  petrified  it  into  a  theological  dogma  without life  or  warmth,  and  thoughtful  men  are  more  and  more  beginning to  put  it  aside.  How  are  we  then  to  get  back  this  belief  in  the Son  of  God - by  authority  or  by  the  old  way  of  persecution?" Holland

       The  time  for  these  has  passed.  The  other  way  is  to  begin  at the  beginning.  Begin  as  the  Bible  begins,  with  Christ  the  Son of  Man.  Begin  with  Him  as  God's  character  revealed  under  the limitations  of  humanity.  Lay  the  foundations  of  a  higher  faith deeply  in  a  belief  of  His  Humanity.  See  Him  as  He  was. Breathe  His  spirit.  After  that,  try  to  comprehend  His  Life. Enter  into  His  Childhood.  Feel  with  Him  when  He  looked round  about  Him  in  anger,  when  He  vindicated  the  crushed woman  from  the  powerless  venom  of  her  ferocious  accusers; - when  He  stood  alone  in  the  solitary  Majesty  of  Truth  in  Pilate's judgment-hall;  when  the  light  of  the  Roman  soldiers'  torches flashed  on  Kedron  in  the  dark  night,  and  He  knew  that  watching was  too  late;  when  His  heart-strings  gave  way  upon  the  Cross. Walk  with  Him  through  the  Marriage  Feast.  See  how  the  sick and  weary  came  to  Him  instinctively;  how  men,  when  they  saw Him,  felt  their  sin,  they  knew  not  why,  and  fell  at  His  feet; how  guilt  unconsciously  revealed  itself,  and  all  that  was  good  in men  was  drawn  out,  and  they  became  higher  than  themselves  in His  presence.  Realize  this.  Live  with  Him  till  He  becomes  a living  thought - ever  present - and  you  will  find  a  reverence growing  up  which  compares  with  nothing  else  in  human  feeling. You  will  feel  that  a  slighting  word  spoken  of  Him  wounds  with a  dart  more  sharp  than  personal  insult.  You  will  feel  that  to bow  at  the  name  of  Jesus  is  no  form  at  will  of  others,  but  a relief  and  welcome.  And  if  it  should  ever  chance  that,  finding yourself  thrown  upon  your  own  self,  and  cut  off  from  sects - suspected,  in  quest  of  a  truth  which  no  man  gives, - then  that wondrous  sense  of  strength  and  friendship  comes,  the  being alone  with  Christ,  with  the  strength of  a  manlier  independence. Slowly  then,  this  almost  insensibly  merges  into  adoration.  For what  is  it  to  adore  Christ ?  To  call  Him  God ;  to  say  Lord, Lord?  No.  Adoration  is  the  mightiest love  the  soul  can  give - call  it  by  what  name  you  will. Hastings

"Somewhere in Your Silent Night" by Casting Crowns

How to decorate a flat wooden apple ornament...

A wooden flat apple with pom pom worm.

      I dressed up this simple apple ornament by adding on a pom-pom worm with a bit of glue. After that, I then pasted a lace detail on top of the worm to make it look more like the cankerworms found on trees in my area. Paint the apple before using a hot glue gun to attach the worm. Remember to paint a little black hole just underneath the "exist" for the worm to crawl from. I used acrylic paints for the red apple, pasted a ribbon to the back of the wooden flat and covered the backside with decorative paper.

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       If your little one has a fairy tale theme for her Christmas tree, this ornament craft would be perfect to represent the Grimm Brother's "Snow White" story.

Good Christian Men Rejoice!

       "In dulci jubilo" (Latin for "In sweet rejoicing") is a traditional Christmas carol. In its original setting, the carol is a macaronic text of German and Latin dating from the Middle Ages. Subsequent translations into English, such as J. M. Neale's arrangement "Good Christian Men, Rejoice" have increased its popularity, and Robert Pearsall's 1837 macaronic translation is a mainstay of the Christmas Nine Lessons and Carols repertoire. J. S. Bach's chorale prelude based on the tune (BWV 729) is also a traditional postlude for Christmas services.

An illustrated sheet music of "Good Christian Men Rejoice", from the early 20th century.
 However, the tune for this carol has been dated to 1582 in Latin and Swedish!

A contemporary version of "Good Christian Men Rejoice" 
sung by Nathan Drake.

Printable Christmas Wreath Frame

         Cut the oval center away to replace with a photograph of family, friends or even a beloved pet. Trace around the printed holly wreath on top of thin cardboard to cut a sturdy backing. Punch a tiny hole at the top of the festive frame with a pin and thread a fine wire or twin through it and knot. Now you can hang the wreath on your Christmas tree or use it as a fancy mat inside of a wooden picture frame to remember loved ones... Merry Christmas to All!

Cut-Away the green oval to frame a loved one inside using a photograph you take yourself.

Monday, December 5, 2022

All One In Christ

A Christmas Prayer.
       The coming of Christ gave emphasis to the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man. The great principle of Christianity stands out prominently in contradiction to many of the noblest principles of heathendom. Race prejudices ran-through all peoples and amongst all tongues, but when Christ came he taught the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man. He taught that God is no respecter of persons. He made the poor as well as the rich his disciples. He dined with the publicans and sinners, as well as with priests and noblemen. He commanded that the Gospel be preached to every creature. His church today is a living witness that there is neither bond nor free, male nor female, Greek nor Jew, for we are but one in Christ.
 
"Then Peter began to speak: "I now realize how true it is the God does not show favoritism but accepts from every nation the one who fears him and does what is right." Acts 10:34, 35
 
"At that time many will turn away from the faith and will betray and hate each other, and many false prophets will appear and deceive many people. Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold, but the one who stands firm to the end will be saved. And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come." Matthew 24:10 - 14

A Christmas Prayer by Charles Wagner
 
       Beloved Father, while all Christendom kneels around the manger of Bethlehem, send us new spirit, teach us new songs, give us the very Christmas mind. Turn the hearts of the fathers to the children and the hearts of the children to the fathers; give joy to the helpless, bring into the right way those who are going astray, give confidence to the trembling ones, free bonded hearts, open blind eyes and unstop deaf ears. As on this day we make the hearts of the little ones joyous, so, O Merciful Father, let us all become children again, with simple faith, with trustful hearts, with ready wills, with pure endeavor.
       And this blessed birthday of Jesus shall become the birthday of a new creation and awaken among us a spirit which beareth all things believeth all things, loveth all things. Amen.

"Christmas Never Ends"