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			 CHRISTMAS DAY The King of glory sends his Son, To make his entrance on this earth; Behold the midnight bright read more 
	 CHRISTMAS DAY The King of glory sends his Son, To make his entrance on this earth; Behold the midnight bright as noon, And heav'nly hosts declare his birth! About the young Redeemer's head, What wonders, and what glories meet! An unknown star arose, and led The eastern sages to his feet. Simeon and Anna both conspire The infant Saviour to proclaim; Inward they felt the sacred fire, And bless'd the babe, and own'd his name. Let pagan hordes blaspheme aloud, And treat the holy child with scorn; Our souls adore th' eternal God Who condescended to be born. 
		
 
	
			 Christmas Eve High o'er the lonely hills black turns to gray, Bird-song the valley fills, mists fold away Gray wakes read more 
	 Christmas Eve High o'er the lonely hills black turns to gray, Bird-song the valley fills, mists fold away Gray wakes to green again, Beauty is seen again,  Gold and serene again dawneth the day. So, o'er the hills of life, stormy, forlorn, Out of the cloud and strife sunrise is born; Swift grows the light for us, Ended is night for us,  Soundless and bright for us breaketh God's morn. Hear we no beat of drums, fanfare, nor cry, When Christ the herald comes quietly nigh; Splendor He makes on earth; Color awakes on earth;  Suddenly breaks on earth light from the sky. Bid then farewell to sleep: rise up and run! What though the hill be steep? Strength's in the sun. Now you shall find at last Night's left behind at last,  And for mankind at last, Day has begun! 
		
 
	
			 Feast of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Teacher, Martyr, 1945   There remains for us only the very narrow way, often extremely read more 
	 Feast of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Teacher, Martyr, 1945   There remains for us only the very narrow way, often extremely difficult to find, of living every day as though it were our last, and yet living in faith and responsibility as though there were to be a great future. 
		
 
	
			 We can do nothing, we say sometimes, we can only pray. That, we feel, is a terribly precarious second-best. So read more 
	 We can do nothing, we say sometimes, we can only pray. That, we feel, is a terribly precarious second-best. So long as we can fuss and work and rush about, so long as we can lend a hand, we have some hope; but if we have to fall back upon God -- ah, then things must be critical indeed! 
		
 
	
			 Commemoration of Brigid, Abbess of Kildare, c.525  We should not draw too sharp a distinction between this "barren land" read more 
	 Commemoration of Brigid, Abbess of Kildare, c.525  We should not draw too sharp a distinction between this "barren land" or "wilderness" of our pilgrimage, and the sweet home that God has prepared. We all know the changes and chances of this troublous life; but we can also know in this vale of tears the healthful spirit of His grace. Health for the whole man is God's gracious purpose for us here and now, often frustrated, often prevented by unbelief. The life of the saints in light must not emphasize for us simply the contrast between their state and ours, but rather the beginning of the gift of eternal life and all its benefits of inner strength and peace amid earthly vicissitudes. . 
		
 
	
			 If [it] yields to the drift of the age and surrenders its hold of the awful but glorious individualism of read more 
	 If [it] yields to the drift of the age and surrenders its hold of the awful but glorious individualism of the Christian salvation,... the Church itself will not be much enriched by an accession of panic-stricken fugitives from a Personal God. And many unhappy young people are discovering now that Church membership is not the equivalent of being reconciled to God, and a kind of Confirmation is not a substitute for Conversion. 
		
 
	
			 Welcome! all Wonders in one sight!   Eternity shut in a span. Summer in winter, day in night,  read more 
	 Welcome! all Wonders in one sight!   Eternity shut in a span. Summer in winter, day in night,   Heaven in earth, and God in man. Great little one! whose all-embracing birth   Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heav'n to earth! 
		
 
	
			 Commemoration of Charles de Foucauld, Hermit, Servant of the Poor, 1916  If faith is the gaze of the heart read more 
	 Commemoration of Charles de Foucauld, Hermit, Servant of the Poor, 1916  If faith is the gaze of the heart at God, and if this gaze is but the raising of the inward eyes to meet the all-seeing eyes of God, then it follows that it is one of the easiest things possible to do. 
		
 
	
			 Feast of Gregory the Great, Bishop of Rome, Teacher, 604   The task is not, in essence, the securing read more 
	 Feast of Gregory the Great, Bishop of Rome, Teacher, 604   The task is not, in essence, the securing of uniformity, or cooperation, or Church reunion, or any of the external forms, through which nevertheless the unity may be manifested. Within the wide bounds of the Christian Church there is abundant scope for the multiplicity of races, languages, and social conditions; room also for separate organizations with different traditions of faith and order, and much diversity of operation. But there is no room for strife or hostility, for pride or selfassertion, for exclusiveness or unkind judgments, nor for that kind of independence which leads men to ignore their fellowship with the great company of believers, the communion of saints. These things are contrary to the revealed will of God, and should be made at once to cease. As these disappear, the outward manifestation of unity will come in such ways as the Spirit of God shall guide.