Christmas is one month from today. Basically, four weeks. I was raised in the Catholic church. I went to a parochial school. I loved when we got to the season of Advent.
Our school had an advent wreath. It was located by the school office and it was on a lever system that raised and lowered it from its position up near the ceiling light which was an ornate fixture. Each Monday during Advent, the school would gather in the foyer and we would light one of the purple candles. The advent wreath has three purple candles for the three weeks leading up to the week of Christmas. For the week of Christmas there is a white candle.
The principle, Sister Elizabeth, would light the candle as the school sang, “Oh come, oh come, Emmanuel… who ransomed captive Israel, who mourns in lonely exile there, until the Son of Man appears…. Rejoice! Rejoice! oh Israel! To thee shall come Emmanuel.”
The strains of that song linger in my memory and each year at this time it occupies my thoughts.
Those memories of not only having Christmas coming, but also being able to cut into class time, a necessity for any student this time of the year.
For a child is born to us,
a son is given to us.
The government will rest on his shoulders.
And he will be called:
Wonderful Counselor,[a] Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6 (New Living Translation)
Thanks for stopping by today, DAF