Today’s Advent hymn comes to us from 17th Century France.
Charles Coffin was principal of the college of Beauvais and rector of the
university of Paris; both cities have astoundingly beautiful cathedrals, so it
makes sense that he’d write something like “On Jordan’s Bank”. This piece just
cries out for cavernous space to fill up with joyful music.
This hymn is typically sung on Advent 2, Annunciation Sunday, so I’m
a little late. You can see why in the opening lines—instead of Gabriel
appearing to Mary, we have John the Baptist (son
of Mary’s cousin Anne—she who was thought to be too old to conceive) standing
at the River Jordan, proclaiming that the Lord is coming. It then goes on to
speak directly to the Saviour and urging us all to prepare for him. You know: Advent.
I do not know what space the OCP Session Choir occupies, but this
is the best recording I could find, and that includes
processionals/recessionals from the Washington National Cathedral and the Basilica
of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception, also in D.C.
Today is Saint Lucia’s day, honoring the virgin martyr of the Diocletian
persecutions in the Third Century. Saint Lucia/Lucy is associated with a crown
of lights or candles, especially in Scandinavia. So last week, when my company
had its holiday party at a local eatery and an Ugly Holiday Sweater contest was
part of the schtick, I went full Lucy. (I have no holiday sweaters, ugly or otherwise.)
No, I didn’t put candles in my hair, but I did wrap a string of battery-powered
IKEA lights around my head and that seemed to pass muster. (No one took pix;
sorry.)
Well, but back to the saint. Saint Lucia is also the name of an
island in the eastern Caribbean, so I believe I’m going a bit Calypso today. I
just love “The Virgin Mary Had a Baby Boy”, and why not have the King of
Calypso sing it?
Belafonte is of Jamaican heritage, and the carol is Trinidadian, but whatever.
Today’s Advent piece brings up the dark side of the Nativity story—the
part that’s usually left out of the festivities.
On their journey following the star, the three Wise Men stopped
for a spell in Jerusalem and asked King Herod for directions to where they
might find the child about to be born who would rule the world. This turned out
to be a costly mistake, because Herod—so the Gospels tell us—followed the time-honored
Middle Eastern custom of ensuring security of his administration by ordering
the slaughter of all male children up to two years of age in the vicinity of
Bethlehem. (Joseph was warned by an angel, and he, Mary and Jesus fled to
Egypt, where the government did not separate them or put them in cages.)
(On a side note, imagine Mary, having just endured an uncomfortable journey from Nazareth to Bethlehem and given birth to her first child, must have felt having to pick up and run all the way to Egypt. No returning to the comfort of her home and the support of friends. She's got to manage with a newborn, on that dag-blamed donkey for hundreds of miles, to a strange country where she doesn't speak the language, and where the hell is she going to get diapers? We should really hear more about this.)
“Coventry Carol” is from a mystery play put on annually in the
city of Coventry. Not sure about the precise date, but it was documented in the
16th Century. It’s the only song to survive from that particular
play, and it was sung by three women, representing all the mothers trying to
reassure the children they knew were doomed.
I’m giving you two versions. The first is pretty traditional, from
the Irish choral group Anúna.
This version, by Annie Lennox and the African
Children’s Choir is…different.
Moving from Appalachia to the Old World, today’s Advent music was
written in the 17th Century by French cleric, playwright and poet
Simon-Joseph Pellegrin. There’s a lot of energy and excitement in “O Come,
Devine Messiah”. And this recording, by the Cape Breton band, Barra MacNeils,
is an interesting take on it. (I could not find any choir version that I
thought did justice to the piece.)
We’re heading to Appalachia today for our Advent music. “Jesus,
Jesus, Rest Your Head” was collected by the American composer, singer and
folklorist John Jacob Niles, some time in the first decades of the last
century. Like his “I Wonder as I Wander”, it’s short, simple and haunting.
I had a bit of a time finding a recording that isn’t
over-arranged. And I have to confess I have no idea who this Jean Watson is,
but I like her version of the song.
On this day in 1906, Grace Brewster Murray was born in New York
City. An extremely curious child, at age seven she took apart seven alarm
clocks to see how they worked; she would have kept on, but her mother caught
her. That curiosity led her to a pioneering career in computer science, where—among
other things—she developed the compiler and pushed the idea of developing
English-based programming languages rather than machine-based ones.
As Grace Hopper (the husband lasted only 15 years, but she kept
his surname) she retired from the US Navy three times before they quit calling
her back to active duty. I watched her final retirement ceremony on TV in 1986.
It was held on the USS Constitution and it probably made the evening
news because she was such an anomaly—a female Rear Admiral who’d been working
years beyond the Navy’s mandatory retirement by Congressional fiat and because
the service bloody needed her expertise. She went on to become a consultant for
DEC, and died in Arlington, Va., in 1992. (For a year, I lived near the
apartment block that was her last residence. They’ve turned the grass in front
of the building into Grace
Hopper Park.
I’m grateful today for the example of Grace Hopper, for her
unapologetic brilliance, her strength her biting wit, and her utterly
no-bullshit attitude.
I sometimes wonder about Mary’s strength, as she journeyed to Bethlehem.
I mean—it’s a lot to take in, a teenager (at least that’s the supposition)
being visited by an archangel who announces she’s been chosen to bear the son
of God. Then being pregnant—no one bothers to tell us what the pregnancy was
like, but there’s no reason to imagine that carrying the Messiah is any
different from carrying an ordinary baby. So, morning sickness, frequent
peeing, fatigue, hormonal extremes.
Plus, now she’s on this freaking journey from Nazareth to Bethlehem—160km,
on a donkey, in your ninth month, just so you and your husband can be counted
in the census. (Thanks, Caesar!) First pregnancy—she had to be anxious; she’d
have known of other women who had difficult births, maybe some who died. Gabriel,
in the Annunciation, made no mention of an easy birth. And he’s representing
the same God who told Abraham to kill his son Isaac and only pulled back at the
last minute—“Ha, ha, just joking. You can keep the kid.”
So, what kind of strength did it take to be in the final trimester
of her first pregnancy, traveling to a strange town, with a husband who
presumably knows nothing about childbirth; to be so young and so out of her
element in every respect? We do not know, because none of the New Testament
writers could be arsed to tell us.
Okay. Today’s Advent music is a Nordic take on one
I’ve given you before “Maria Var Ei Møy Så Ren” describes a different trip, the one Mary took
early in her pregnancy to visit her cousin Anne, who was also experiencing an
unexpected pregnancy. (She was considered much to old to conceive; her son
would be John the Baptist.) Evidently the road to Anne’s house took Mary
through a thorny wood.
The artist is Marian Aas Hansen, a Norwegian singer. And I’m sorry
(not sorry), but the picture on the cover of this album reminds me of the Leverage
episode when the team was pulling off a job in Nashville and Parker was playing
a Björk-like diva. This clip does not do the kookiness justice, but it’s
apparently the only one on the web:
Today is the second Sunday in Advent. This is the one focused on preparation.
Making yourself ready for the birth of the Saviour. Whatever it is that you
need to do to make room for welcoming the baby, the spirit of God; that’s what
this week is about.
So today’s music is “Praeparate corda vestra”, written in the 16th
Century by one Jacobus Gallus Handl. The words tell us:
“Prepare your hearts for the Lord and serve Him only
And He will save you from the hands of your enemies.
Turn to Him with all your hearts
And banish strange gods from your midst.”
And it’s sung by the Benedictines of Mary, which seems
appropriate.
