No one came to the Eucharist tonight, which meant that I had time to realise that it is Christmas. The head-cold is beginning to lift. Home communicants stand a chance of seeing me soon. My favourite Christmas CD is playing for the first time this season. Who knows, maybe I shall even find the energy to clean the house.
And, best of all, I was able to pray for the first time in days (apart from the ‘God help’ sort, and the ‘it’s your liturgy, you do it’ type) — just in time for the Magnificat antiphon I love best:
When peaceful silence lay over all,
and night was in the midst of her swift course,
from your royal throne, O God, down from heaven
leapt your almighty Word.