Showing posts with label Advent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Advent. Show all posts

Monday, 16 December 2013

Andakt


O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.

Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.

En meditation om Marias och vår "JA" till Gud...

Men du, Herre, är vår fader.
Vi är leran och du har format oss,
vi är alla ett verk av din hand.


Sunday, 17 November 2013

Andakt

In memoriam John Taverner (1944-2013)

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and he is mild.
He became a little child.

I, a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!

(William Blake - The Lamb)

Igår började Advent i Syrisk-Maronitiska kyrkan och även i andra kristna samfund tänker vi på vaksamhet och väntan när vi läsa Luk 12:35-40 om Tjänaren som är beredd

I en meditation förberedar vi oss för att träffa Gud idag. Samtidigt lyssnar vi till musik från rysk ortodox kyrkan: Anonymous - "Alleluia, Behold the Bridegroom"

Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.
Behold, the Bridegroom comes at midnight, and blessed is the servant whom He shall find watching, but unworthy is the servant whom He shall find heedless.
Beware, therefore, O my soul, do not be weighted down with sleep, lest you be given up to
death, and be shut out of the Kingdom.
But rouse yourself crying: “Holy, Holy, Holy art Thou, O God! Through the Theotokos, have
mercy on us.”

Helig, helig, helig, Herre Gud Sebaot, himlarna och jorden är fulla av Din härlighet.

Om vi är modig, sjunger vi 422: O du som himlens stjärnor tänt (Conditor alme siderum)