It's very hard to take discrete photographs in church, even with a little camera! This was shot without looking as the choir processed at the beginning of Nine Lessons and Carols. Over 500 candles decorated the church as they were crammed onto every flat surface! Some lights were kept on as well so that people could sing the carols too.
It was magical. The choir was wonderful! There were a number of times when the harmonies just lifted you above this world and this time into a moment of eternity and a glimpse of the glory that is to come. I could have listened to them all evening.
The processional candles were gathered onto the Holy Table. I wish I'd been able to take time to focus the camera properly and get a better picture ... maybe I'll recreate the scene tomorrow before collecting them all and packing the stuff away for another year.
Here you can just about see the Advent Wreath, now with three candles burning ... and the tree as well.
In my absence the "poor" dog (huh!) had a great time!
Yesterday the butcher sent home a bone for him ... he had a good chew and then buried it in the garden. I never expected to see it again ... and indeed I haven't.
However, it was obviously dug up at some point today and reburied IN THE GUEST ROOM! Clean cream bedlinen on the bed.... so of course that's where he'd bury a very dirty and still very fresh bone! I thought the door was shut ... but clearly Eliot tried it and managed to get in.
The bone isn't in the guest room now ... but where is it? There's some evidence that it might be in my room ... but I can't find it. So maybe it had a while there before being relocated again. Who knows where the obnoxious lump will next appear? Clearly it is very dirty ... though probably not as bad as it was when it went into the guest bed!
For unto us a Child is born,
to us a Son is given,
and on his shoulder ever rests
all power in earth and heaven.
His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
for evermore adored;
the Wonderful, the Counsellor,
the Everlasting Lord.
Church Hymnal number 199
John Morison.
1 comment:
Oh No! Only a dog could find the whitest surface in the house to gnaw on his bone! It's a could thing you love him so much:)
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