the pink one

This Sunday will be the third in Advent and those of a churchy nature (well, some at least) will be lighting the pink one, aka the candle for Gaudete, or Rejoice! Sunday. Contrary to (confused) popular opinion, this is not the one for Mary. Once upon a time I used to think of pink as a…

advent poem (ii)

We tripped, and falling forward into Advent we blundered into waiting, unprepared the altar purpled; candles spluttering a welcome for the hesitating king.   As candles marked the time we took to walk the plodding path, something unfolded there: our ancient fathers knowing floods would come prepared to sail to a different home and prophets…

bauble

I wonder what Jesus would have made of the season of Advent. In one of his contretemps with the Pharisees, when they were busy observing correctly religious practice, he defended his disciples picking ears of corn on the Sabbath. Simply, they were hungry, food was available, what’s the problem? On another occasion John’s disciples asked…

purple

Who doesn’t love a bit of purple? It took me a long time to appreciate the Anglican predilection for liturgical colours. Once pieced together, however, and I was away. Purple is long associated with royalty, richness, penitence (hence Lent), funerals and, in my mind, cold end of autumn days, and of course Advent. A long…

comes advent

Why begin at the end? Advent comes at the end of the calendar year and yet it begins the church year. I always find myself feeling a little bit more sober as it approaches. It’s almost as if I need a season to prepare for Advent, preparing as it is itself, for Christmas…a sort of…