Winter Solstice And The Christmas Sun
After dark on the December 21 solstice (winter in the northern hemisphere) I climbed Berwick's highest rampart, lit a candle which pomptly blew out, and by torchlight said the Prayer for the Winter Solstice in volume 4 of The Celtic Prayer Book:
'The earth is not dead: it is sleeping. Its life draws in: it is keeping. The earth is gathering energy for a new burst of life. Shine through the deadening, heavy clod, gladdening Light of God's pure coming glory. God's presence revealed in human form.' In the southern hemisphere Christ is the True Sun at the culmination of the sun season.
Yet Christmas in my country is cancelled, according to government regulations. Now it seems I am 70% more likely to catch the latest strain of the Covid virus so I must isolate until I have my second vaccine injection in mid-January. But what is Christmas?
The idea that the ultimate Cosmic Force or Intelligence or whatever should be born as a baby in a tiny province of a tyrant empire is such philosophical nonsense, it is so ridiculous, unbelievable, outrageous, non-sensical, an affront to religion and humanity...