|Wintry rose from the BBC archives|
As is the rose that bare Jesu
For in this rose containèd was
Heaven and earth in little space
Rose Sunday, the third Sunday in Advent: a glimpse of the dawn of Christmas to come. It's the day to wear rose-coloured vestments in church.
In the last parish I served in there was nothing rose-coloured for the deacon to wear. My colleague got hold of some (curtain?) fabric and I cobbled together a rather Byzantine-looking stole which would have horrified liturgical purists, but we thought it looked lovely!
As always, Digitalnun at iBenedictines has wisdom to share today - especially as we consider those who find it hard to rejoice at this time...
And a verse from Eleanor Farjeon's Advent hymn which seems especially fitting for today:
Furrows, be glad. Though earth is bare,
One more seed is planted there:
Give up your strength the seed to nourish,
That in course the flower may flourish.
People, look east and sing today:
Love, the rose, is on the way.
Another name for today is Gaudete Sunday, from the first word of the introit: Gaudete in Domino semper (rejoice in The Lord always). I can't hear that without thinking of Steeleye Span, so here they are by courtesy of Tim Chesterton's blog Faith, Folk and Charity. Rejoice!