Born to make manifest

Search for carols appropriate to Saint Lucy (whose martyrdom is commemorated today), and basically all the Interwebz can hawk up is “Santa Lucia”. Which I gave you last year, along with a treatise on pre-Christian Scandinavian mythology. And look, there’s nothing wrong with reprising it, but I wanted to see what else is out there.

After all, what those Nordic folk are clinging to is that hope of light returning—very important when you’re spending 24 hours a day in frozen darkness for a few months. In the case of Saint Lucy, whose name means light, the focus is on candles—which, as you know, I am all in favor of. Especially in winter.

So I started playing with “light”, and came across the old (well, -ish) gospel song, “This Little Light of Mine”. It’s not specifically a Christmas or Advent piece, but takes its theme from Jesus telling his followers (in Matthew 5:14-16, if you’re asking) “Ye are the light of the world. …Let your light shine before men, that they may see your fine works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.”

Basically: shut the hell up and live a life of love and decency that others will want to follow—not envy, follow. So it’s appropriate that “This Little Light” became one of the anthems of the Civil Rights movement, which we still need after all these decades.

There are plenty of versions of the song, and I was going to go with one by Etta James, but then I found this one from Odetta, which she prefaces with Marianne Williamson’s “Our Deepest Fear”. This unexpected discovery like to knocked me out; I know the poem, but I’d forgot all about it. Hearing Odetta say, “We are all meant to shine” just cut through me with surgical precision. And then she started singing.

Not Christmas, not Advent, but absolutely right for today, and absolutely the right version for me to listen to.

Possibly the right one for you, too?