I have been searching for this carol ever since my father showed it to me a few Christmases ago. Today I found it on Holy Experience and I couldn't help but post it. We are definitely in the bleak mid-winter here and carols such as these warm the heart. The very bleakness of our winter reminds me of the landscape into which Christ leapt from on high bringing His light. Dave woke early enough this morning to attend the second of three Rorate masses being offered on the Fridays during Advent. What time? you ask. Mass was at 6 am and lit solely by candlelight. It is this sort of richness of liturgy that makes me so thankful to be in a church that understands the need to feed our human senses. Despite our early start I am still somehow unshowered at nearly 9 am. Bleak? Yes. Enjoy the carol and the images that accompany it. My favourite is the one that my father pointed out to me; in his words, "A very mumsy, very English woman" kisses her child just as the choir sings of Our Lady's worship of the Christ Child with a kiss.
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Thank you so much for posting this. I am, ashamedly, a Christmas music snob, which is why you'll rarely hear recorded Christmas music in my house. But this is spectacular in every way.
There is something so beautiful about the chorus of boys, but I admit I was brought to tears when the strong voices of the men came in at "Angels and archangels". Why? I think, sadly, because in any church I've ever gone to, what few men were present rarely sang so loudly and so sincerely.
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