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leslie
Sep. 6, 2007
Cloud of Witness pg 38-42

I seem to have nine pages missing (I thought I had posted these, I really did!) so here they are (again?)

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Christmas
And
The Dying Year

"God To Men Is Drawing Near"

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day
Dec, 24th and 25th

Festivals of St. Stephen, St. John, and the Holy Innocents
Dec. 26th-28th

The Dying Dear
Dec. 29th-31st

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Christmas Eve. Christmas-Tide

"Perfect God and Perfect Man"

This I did for thee.--What hast thou done for Me?"

Saints Commerorated In Christmas-Tide

St. Stephen
Dec 26th

"Faithful unto Death"

St. John The Evangelist
Dec 27th

"The Sanctuary of Home"

The Holy Innocents
Sec 28th

"The Ministry of Children"

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Will God in very deed dwell with men on the earth? - 2 Chron. vi. 18.

Let not the hearts, whose sorrow cannot call
   This Christmas merry, slight the festival;
Let us be merry that may merry be,
   But let us not forget that many mourn;
The smiling Baby came to give us glee
   But for the weepers was the Saviour born.
H. Coleridge.

O Blessed day, which giv'st the eternal lie
To self, and sense, and all the brute within;
Oh! come to us amid this war of life;
To hall and hovel come! to all who toil
In senate, shop, or study! and to those
Ill-warned and sorely-tempted--
Come to them, blest and blessing, Christmas Day!
Tell them once more the tale of Bethlehem,
The kneeling shepherds, and the Babe Divine;
And keep them men indeed, fair Christmas Day!
Kingsley.

Was it a fancy bred of vagrant guess,
Or well-remember'd fact--that He was born
When half the world was wintry and forlorn,
In Nature's utmost season of distress?
And did the simple earth indeed confess
     Its destitution and ist craving need,
     Wearing the white and penitential weed,
Meet symbol of judicial barrenness?
     So be it: for in truth 'tis ever so,
That when the winter of the soul is bare,
     The seed of heaven at first begins to grow,
Peeping abroad in desert of despair.
H. Coleridge.
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