Albert Schweizer wrote, in The Quest of the Historical Jesus,
“He comes to us as One unknown, without a name, as of old, by the lakeside, He came to those men who knew Him not. He speaks to us the same words: “Follow thou me!” and sets us to the tasks which He has to fulfill for our time. He commands. And to those who obey Him, whether they be wise or simple, He will reveal himself in the toils, the conflicts, the sufferings which they shall pass through in His fellowship, and, as an ineffable mystery, they shall learn in their own experience Who He is.”
We sang the hymn in choir last night. The poetry was written by Timothy Dudley-Smith:
He comes to us as one unknown,
a breath unseen, unheard;
as though within a heart of stone,
or shriveled seed in darkness sown,
a pulse of being stirred,
a pulse of being stirred.
He comes when souls in silence lie
and thoughts of day depart;
half-seen upon the inward eye,
a falling star across the sky
of night within the heart,
of night within the heart.
He comes to us in sound of seas,
the ocean’s fume and foam;
yet small and still upon the breeze,
a wind that stirs the tops of trees,
a voice to call us home,
a voice to call us home.
He comes in love as once he came
by flesh and blood and birth;
to bear within our mortal frame
a life, a death, a saving name
for every child of earth,
for every child of earth.
He comes in truth when faith is grown;
believed, obeyed, adored:
the Christ in all the Scriptures shown,
as yet unseen, but not unknown,
our Savior and our Lord,
our Savior and our Lord.
Dudley-Smith, an English hymn writer and clergyman, was born in 1926. He received an OBE “for services to hymnody” in 2003. The words have been used with several different tunes, and the tune heard here — by C. Hubert H. Perry — has been arranged many times for choirs.
Advent doesn’t begin until Sunday. La Bella and I changed the paraments to the purple Advent set. I haven’t switched from Thanksgiving decorations to Christmas yet, but my husband asked about the Christmas tree this morning.#2 daughter asked yesterday about my annual musical Advent calendar. I usually start on Black Friday or even on Thanksgiving.
I’m still sleeping late, eating Thanksgiving leftovers, and frankly feeling tired. I have another surgery coming up on Monday. My last follow up appointment is on the 10th and we’ll be leaving on our graduation road trip on the 13th. On the 19th, we’ll have a dog house guest until New Year’s Day. That’s the rest of the year.