Among this year’s failures is my failure to keep up with the Organized Christmas system, so I don’t have everything ready for the holiday. I have two sweaters to finish (the additional yarn arrived today and looks close enough in color, paraise the Lord).
I just ordered my sister’s family’s gift yesterday and was assured that it would arrive after Christmas, even though the postage was more than the gift itself.
I decorated the mantel and hung the stockings… except that I haven’t been able to find either the last stocking hanger or the mantel garland in my husband’s bizarre jigsaw puzzle arrangement in the garage. The tree is up and decorated, but ditto for the angel who belongs on the top of the tree.
So yesterday after I gave my final exam and dealt with client issues I decided to devote the weekend to Christmas preparations. I finished my present orders, wrapped the gifts I had on hand, and embarked on hat knitting — in case the sweaters aren’t finished, I can at least give hats. #1 daugther is coming down to make soap and spa goodies with me today, and I figure I can write out Christmas cards easily enough.
I need to clean up the bedroom for #2 son’s visit and to buy groceries, too. Some baking should take place. I need candy for stockings as well.
But of course Advent is not all about worldly preparations. Indeed, if we do it right, that sort of thing should be finished by the time Advent begins. Admittedly, I didn’t do it right. But that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t be thinking, during Advent, of the larger issues.
Today’s song is “Canticle of the Turning,” a song by Rory Cooney based on the Magnificat.
Canticle of the Turning
My soul cries out with a joyful shout
that the God of my heart is great,
And my spirit sings of the wondrous things
that you bring to the ones who wait.
You fixed your sight on your servant’s plight,
and my weakness you did not spurn,
So from east to west shall my name be blest.
Could the world be about to turn?
My heart shall sing of the day you bring.
Let the fires of your justice burn.
Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near,
and the world is about to turn!
Though I am small, my God, my all,
you work great things in me,
And your mercy will last from the depths of the past
to the end of the age to be.
Your very name puts the proud to shame,
and to those who would for you yearn,
You will show your might, put the strong to flight,
for the world is about to turn.
From the halls of power to the fortress tower,
not a stone will be left on stone.
Let the king beware for your justice tears
ev’ry tyrant from his throne.
The hungry poor shall weep no more,
for the food they can never earn;
There are tables spread, ev’ry mouth be fed,
for the world is about to turn.
Though the nations rage from age to age,
we remember who holds us fast:
God’s mercy must deliver us
from the conqueror’s crushing grasp.
This saving word that our forebears heard
is the promise which holds us bound,
‘Til the spear and rod can be crushed by God,
who is turning the world around.
The tune is the 17th century “Star of the County Down.” Cooney is an American church musician and hymn composer. This song started turning up in hymnals in the 1990s and is apparently fairly popular, though new to me.