{"id":22126,"date":"2018-12-31T14:24:20","date_gmt":"2018-12-31T20:24:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/austinuu.org\/wp2013\/?p=22126"},"modified":"2018-12-31T14:24:23","modified_gmt":"2018-12-31T20:24:23","slug":"lessons-and-carols","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/austinuu.org\/wp2013\/lessons-and-carols\/","title":{"rendered":"Lessons and Carols"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"powerpress_player\" id=\"powerpress_player_179\"><audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-22126-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.austinuuav.org\/audio\/2018-12-24_Lessons_and_Carols.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.austinuuav.org\/audio\/2018-12-24_Lessons_and_Carols.mp3\">http:\/\/www.austinuuav.org\/audio\/2018-12-24_Lessons_and_Carols.mp3<\/a><\/audio><\/div><p class=\"powerpress_links powerpress_links_mp3\" style=\"margin-bottom: 1px !important;\">Podcast: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.austinuuav.org\/audio\/2018-12-24_Lessons_and_Carols.mp3\" class=\"powerpress_link_pinw\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Play in new window\" onclick=\"return powerpress_pinw('https:\/\/austinuu.org\/wp2013\/?powerpress_pinw=22126-podcast');\" rel=\"nofollow\">Play in new window<\/a> | <a href=\"http:\/\/www.austinuuav.org\/audio\/2018-12-24_Lessons_and_Carols.mp3\" class=\"powerpress_link_d\" title=\"Download\" rel=\"nofollow\" download=\"2018-12-24_Lessons_and_Carols.mp3\">Download<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Rev. Meg Barnhouse<br>December 24, 2018<br>First UU Church of Austin<br>4700 Grover Ave., Austin, TX 78756<br>austinuu.org<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Readings and carols, candlelight on Christmas Eve. One of the church community&#8217;s favorite services of the year.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Introit:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;In the Bleak Midwinter&#8221; (Harold Darke)<br><em>Katrina Saporsantos, soprano<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Chalice Lighting:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Love is the spirit of this church, and service is its law; this is our great covenant: to dwell together in peace, to seek the truth in love, and to help one another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Opening Words<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The Persian poet Rumi wrote,&nbsp;<br>God&#8217;s joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box&nbsp;<br>From cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flowerbed.&nbsp;<br>As roses, up from ground.&nbsp;<br>Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,&nbsp;<br>Now a cliff covered with vines,&nbsp;<br>Now a horse being saddled.&nbsp;<br>(God&#8217;s joy) hides within these,&nbsp;<br>Till one day it cracks them open.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Anthem:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;Someday at Christmas&#8221; (Ron Miller and Bryan Wells)<br><em>Katrina Saporsantos, soprano<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;Come into Christmas&#8221;&nbsp;<em>by Ellen Fay<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It is the winter season of the year&nbsp;<br>Dark and chilly&nbsp;<br>Perhaps it is a winter season in your life.&nbsp;<br>Dark and chilly there, too&nbsp;<br>Come in to Christmas here,&nbsp;<br>Let the light and warmth of Christmas brighten our&nbsp;<br>lives and the world.&nbsp;<br>Let us find in the dark corners of our souls the&nbsp;<br>light of hope,&nbsp;<br>A vision of the extraordinary in the ordinary.<br>Let us find rest in the quiet of a holy moment to&nbsp;<br>find promise and renewal.&nbsp;<br>Let us find the child in each of us, the new hope,&nbsp;<br>the new light, born in us.&nbsp;<br>Then will Christmas come&nbsp;<br>Then will magic return to the world.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;The Shortest Day&#8221;&nbsp;<em>by Susan Cooper<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So the shortest day came, and the year died,&nbsp;<br>And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world&nbsp;<br>Came people singing, dancing,&nbsp;<br>To drive the dark away.&nbsp;<br>They lighted candles in the winter trees;&nbsp;<br>They hung their homes with evergreen;&nbsp;<br>They burned beseeching fires all night long&nbsp;<br>To keep the year alive,&nbsp;<br>And when the New year&#8217;s sunshine blazed awake&nbsp;<br>They shouted, reveling.&nbsp;<br>Through all the frosty ages you can hear them&nbsp;<br>Echoing behind us &#8211; Listen!!&nbsp;<br>All the long echoes sing the same delight,&nbsp;<br>This shortest day,&nbsp;<br>As promise wakens in the sleeping land:&nbsp;<br>They carol, fest, give thanks,&nbsp;<br>And dearly love their friends,&nbsp;<br>And hope for peace.&nbsp;<br>And so do we, here, now,&nbsp;<br>This year and every year.&nbsp;<br>Welcome Yule!&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;On Angels&#8221;&nbsp;<em>by Czeslaw Milosz<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>All was taken away from you: white dresses,&nbsp;<br>wings, even existence.&nbsp;<br>Yet I believe you,&nbsp;<br>messengers.&nbsp;<br>There, where the world is turned inside out,&nbsp;<br>a heavy fabric embroidered with stars and beasts,&nbsp;<br>you stroll, inspecting the trustworthy seams.&nbsp;<br>Short is your stay here:&nbsp;<br>now and then at a morning hour, if the sky is clear,&nbsp;<br>in a melody repeated by a bird,&nbsp;<br>or in the smell of apples at close of day&nbsp;<br>when the light makes the orchards magic.&nbsp;<br>They say somebody has invented you<br>but to me this does not sound convincing&nbsp;<br>for the humans invented themselves as well.&nbsp;<br>The voice &#8211; no doubt it is a valid proof,&nbsp;<br>as it can belong only to radiant creatures,&nbsp;<br>weightless and winged (after all, why not?),&nbsp;<br>girdled with the lightning.&nbsp;<br>I have heard that voice many a time when asleep&nbsp;<br>and, what is strange,&nbsp;<br>I understood more or less&nbsp;<br>an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue:&nbsp;<br>day draws near&nbsp;<br>another one&nbsp;<br>do what you can.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;Luke 2: 1-7&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;<em>by Anthony F. Perrino<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A gentle kind of Gladness&nbsp;<br>Comes with the end of December&nbsp;<br>A winter solstice spell, perhaps,&nbsp;<br>When people forget to remember &#8211;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The drab realities of fact,&nbsp;<br>The cherished hurt of ancient wrongs,&nbsp;<br>The lonely comfort of being deaf&nbsp;<br>To human sighs and angels&#8217; songs.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Suddenly, they lose their minds&nbsp;<br>To hearts&#8217; demands and beauty&#8217;s grace;&nbsp;<br>And deeds extravagant with love&nbsp;<br>Give glory to the commonplace.&nbsp;<br>Armies halt their marching,&nbsp;<br>Hatreds pause in strange regard&nbsp;<br>For the sweet and gentle madness born&nbsp;<br>when a winery sky was starred.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;Each Night A Child Is Born&#8221;&nbsp;<em>by Sophia Lyon Fahs<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For so the children come&nbsp;<br>and so they have been coming.&nbsp;<br>Always in the same way they came-<br>Born of the seed of man and woman.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>No angels herald their beginnings.&nbsp;<br>No prophets predict their future courses.&nbsp;<br>no wise man see a star to show where to find&nbsp;<br>The babe that will save humankind.&nbsp;<br>Yet each night a child is born is a holy night.&nbsp;<br>Fathers and mothers&nbsp;<br>Sitting beside their children&#8217;s cribs-&nbsp;<br>Feel glory in the sight of a new beginning.&nbsp;<br>They ask &#8220;Where and how will this new life end?&nbsp;<br>Or will it ever end?&#8221;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Each night a child is horn is a holy night-<br>A time for singing-&nbsp;<br>A time for wondering&nbsp;<br>A time for worshipping.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;Luke 2: 8-14&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;In this Night&#8221;&nbsp;<em>by Dorothee Solle&nbsp;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In this night the stars left their habitual places&nbsp;<br>And kindled wildfire tidings&nbsp;<br>that spread faster than sound.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In this night the shepherds left their posts&nbsp;<br>To shout the new slogans&nbsp;<br>into each other&#8217;s clogged ears.&nbsp;<br>In this night the foxes left their warm burrows&nbsp;<br>and the lion spoke with deliberation,&nbsp;<br>&#8220;This is the end revolution&#8221;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In this night roses fooled the earth&nbsp;<br>And began to bloom in snow.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;Luke 2: 15-20&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;The Camels Speak&#8221;&nbsp;<em>by Lynn Ungar<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Of course they never consulted us.<br>They were wise men, kings, star-readers,<br>and we merely transportation.<br>They simply loaded us with gifts<br>and turned us toward the star.<br>I ask you, what would a king know<br>of choosing presents for a child?<br>Had they ever even seen a baby<br>born to such simple folks,<br>so naked of pretension,<br>so open to the wind?<br>What would such a child care<br>for perfumes and gold? Far better<br>to have asked one born in the desert,<br>tested by wind and sand. We saw<br>what he would need: the gift<br>of perseverance, of continuing on the hard way,<br>making do with what there is,<br>living on what you have inside.<br>The gift of holding up under a burden,<br>of lifting another with grace, of kneeling<br>to accept the weight of what you must bear.<br>Our footsteps could have rocked him<br>with the rhythms of the road,<br>shown him comfort in a harsh land,<br>the dignity of continually moving forward.<br>But the wise men were not<br>wise enough to ask. They simply<br>left their trinkets and admired<br>the rustic view. Before you knew it<br>we were turned again toward home,<br>carrying men only half-willing<br>to be amazed. But never mind.<br>We saw the baby, felt him reach<br>for the bright tassels of our gear.<br>We desert amblers have our ways<br>of seeing what you chatterers must miss.<br>That child at heart knows something<br>about following a star. Our gifts are given.<br>Have no doubt. His life will bear<br>the print of who we are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Anthem:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;Still, Still, Still&#8221; (Austrian Folk Song)&nbsp;<em><br>Katrina Saporsantos, soprano<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;A Ritual of the Winter Solstice Fire,&#8221;&nbsp;<em>by Rev. Meg Barnhouse<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let us take into our hands a Christmas candle, a Solstice candle&nbsp;<br>this is a night of ancient joy and ancient fear&nbsp;<br>those who have gone before us were fearful of what lurked&nbsp;<br>outside the ring of fire, of light and warmth.&nbsp;<br>As we light this fire we ask that the fullness of its flame&nbsp;<br>protect each of us from what we fear most&nbsp;<br>and guide us towards our perfect light and joy.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>May we each be encircled by the fire and warmth of love&nbsp;<br>and by the flame of our friendship with one another.&nbsp;<br>On this night, it was the ancient custom to exchange gifts&nbsp;<br>of light, symbolic of the new light of the sun.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Therefore make ready for the light!&nbsp;<br>Light of star, light of candle,&nbsp;<br>Firelight, lamplight, love light<br>Let us share the gift of light.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Candle Lighting:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;Payapang Daigdig&#8221; (Felipe Padilla de Leon)&nbsp;<br><em>Katrina Saporsantos, soprano<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Reading:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;The Work of Christmas&#8221;&nbsp;<em>by Howard Thurman&nbsp;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When the song of angels is stilled,&nbsp;<br>When the star in the sky is gone,&nbsp;<br>When the kings and princes are home,&nbsp;<br>When shepherds are back with their flock,&nbsp;<br>The work of Christmas begins:&nbsp;<br>to find the lost,&nbsp;<br>to heal the broken,<br>to feed the hungry,&nbsp;<br>to release the prisoner,&nbsp;<br>to rebuild the nations,&nbsp;<br>to bring peace among the brothers,&nbsp;<br>to make music in the heart.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Carol:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;We wish You a Merry Christmas&#8221;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Closing Words:<\/strong>&nbsp;&#8220;Kneeling in Bethlehem&#8221;&nbsp;<em>by Ann Weems<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It is not over, this birthing.&nbsp;<br>There are always newer skies&nbsp;<br>into which God can throw stars.&nbsp;<br>When we begin to think&nbsp;<br>that we can predict the Advent of God,&nbsp;<br>that we can box the Christ in a stable in Bethlehem,&nbsp;<br>that&#8217;s just the time that God will be born&nbsp;<br>in a place we can&#8217;t imagine and won&#8217;t believe.&nbsp;<br>Those who wait for God&nbsp;<br>watch with their hearts and not their eyes,&nbsp;<br>listening, always listening for angel words.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Most sermons during the past 19 years are available online through this website. 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