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[Apocalypse (Revelation) 8:13]

Monday, December 25, 2017

Bishop Williamson, "Christmas Narrative"

Christmas Narrative

How God reached down to men can only amaze.
Lift us to Heaven, O God, to sing your praise!


The following highpoint from a narrative certainly suitable for Christmastide is placed in the mouth of the Mother of God as she re-enters the sacred cave in Bethlehem to describe to friends the human birth of God in the very place where it happened. It is a brave writer who undertakes to describe the scene, and to put words into the mouth of the Mother. Not all readers of these “Comments” may agree that this attempt has been successful. No matter. Other readers may find great delight in the scene, which truly happened, and must have happened in some such way, and for such readers it is presented here:—



“Mary gets to her feet again and enters the cave: “Everything is just like it was then. Only then it was night-time . . . . Joseph struck a light as I entered. Then and only then, getting down from the donkey, did I realise how tired and frozen cold I was. We were greeted by an ox. I went up to it to feel a little warmth, to rest on the hay . . . where I am standing now Joseph spread out the hay to make me a bed, and he dried it out for the two of us, Jesus and me, at the little fire in that corner . . . because my angelic husband had for us the love of a true father . . . and he and I, holding one another by the hands like two brothers lost in the dark of the night, we ate our bread and cheese, and then he went over there to look after the fire, taking off his coat to block the cave entrance . . . . Actually he was veiling the glory of God about to descend from the heavens. With Jesus I stood on the hay between the warmth of the two animals, wrapped up in my coat and the woollen blanket. My dear husband! . . . In that anxious moment for me, facing alone the mystery of giving birth for the first time, an unknown for any woman but heightened for me by the uniqueness of my motherhood, and heightened still further by the prospect of seeing the Son of God emerge from mortal flesh, he, Joseph was like a mother to me, an angel . . . my comforter . . . then and always . . .
“And then silence and sleep came down to enwrap the Just Man . . . so that he should not see what was for me the daily embrace of God . . . . And for me began the boundless waves of ecstasy, rolling in from a sea of paradise, lifting me up again on crests of light, higher and higher, carrying me upwards, upwards, with them, in an ocean of light, more light, peace and love, until I found myself lost in the sea of God, of the bosom of God . . . . A voice still reached up to me from earth; “Are you asleep, Mary?” Oh, so far away! . . . A bare echo, calling from earth! . . . and so faint as hardly to touch the soul, and I have no idea what answer I give him while I climb, I am still climbing in the abyss of fire, of infinite bliss, of the foreknowledge of God . . . until it is God, God Himself . . . . Oh, was Jesus born of me, or was I bo rn of the splendours of the Holy Trinity on that night? Was it I who gave Jesus birth, or was it Jesus that drew me up to give birth to me? I have no idea . . .
“And then the descent, from Choir to Choir of angels, from layer to layer of stars, a descent as gentle and slow and blissful and peaceful as that of a flower being carried on high by an eagle and then dropped, falling slowly on wings of air, glistening in a pearl of rain with the fragment of a rainbow stolen from heaven, and landing back on its native soil . . . . And my jewelled crown: Jesus, Jesus upon my heart . . .
“Seated over here, after adoring Him on my knees, I loved Him. At last I could love Him with no barrier of flesh coming between us, and from here I stood up to carry him over to be loved by the Just One who deserved like me to be among the first ones to love Him. And here between these two rustic pillars, I offered Him to the Father. And here He rested for the first time o n Joseph’s heart . . . . I rocked Him on my breast while Joseph dried out the hay at the fire and kept it warm to place it on the Baby’s chest, and then over there, for the two of us to adore Him and bend over Him just as I am bending over now, to drink in His breath, to marvel at just how far God’s love can stoop down to love men, to weep the tears certainly being wept in Heaven for the inexhaustible joy of gazing on God.”
Kyrie eleison.

5 comments:

  1. Ok will try and be gentle, with all due respect.

    Re:"...words into the mouth of the Mother. Not all readers of these “Comments” may agree that this attempt has been successful..." -EJ

    Reminscient of a book that became a neo-con cult club: the MAN GOD. Anyone? The same well-heeled crowd who had bow-koo disposeable income fell for Louisa Picharetta's "Divine Will" the age-old EXPENSIVE heresy or "Illuminism."

    Williamson is a Protestant convert, who was on track for a while. These derivative narratives are Protestanly-SUBJECTIVE fluff at best and at worst, heretical, as if

    the Queen of heaven didn't exist BEFORE creation (Catholic revelation) as if she had to figure out who she was as accordingly did the Savior of the World!!!?

    Wouldn't have been so bad if these afficionados hadn't tuned militant toward friends in the Church and even turned on their own famiies for their new-found money/soul-draining brain-washing cult.

    Williamson is turning out to be a sentimental subjectivist. Back in the day when I would eagerly receive "Eleison Comments" of his every Friday I suggested that he consecrate Pfeiffer and Chazal.

    "Too extreme" they turned out to be, eh?

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  2. "My dear husband! . . .
    (GOD is her
    FATHER,
    HUSBAND ...and
    SON)

    "In that anxious moment for me, facing alone the mystery "
    (NEVER "alone" her "anxiety" was for the coming swords piercing Her Immaculate Heart and God's Sacred Body.)

    "giving birth for the first time"
    (LEAVING ROOM for the PROTESTANT HERESY that Our Lady had OTHER
    children, whereas the word for brother was the same as for cousin)

    BTW,
    "Bayside" is
    "Divine Will"
    ...ILLUMINIST

    As if there is MORE Light than what God has already brought us @ Christmas in time...yet BEFORE the creation of the world,
    SHE IS.

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  3. Taken from the PRE-VATICANII Dominican Tertiaries' Manual 1952

    Little Chapter of the Blessed Ever-Virgin Mary

    ECCLI. 24
    Prime: "From the beginning before the world, I was CREATED, and unto the world to come I shall not cease to be; and in the holy dwelling-place I ministered before Him.
    Thanks be to God
    After childbirth, a virgin, you still remained...
    MOTHER of GOD, intercede for us...
    Blessed art thou amongst women (singular grace)
    And blessed is the fruit of Thy Womb
    O Lord God hear my prayer
    And let my cry come unto You

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  4. Let Us Pray (correctly :)

    Prime
    1st Hour of DAYlight

    Pour forth, we beseech You, O God, Your Grace (sufficient) that we to whom the Incarnation of Christ, Your (ONLY) Son, was made known by the Message of an Angel, may by His Passion and Cross be brought to the glory of His Resurrection, through the same JESUS CHRIST (the NAME by which we are saved) Our Lord, Your (ONLY) Son..."

    -DeniseRN.OP

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  5. Very sad to see our Good Bishop still going on about Maria Valtorta, a diabolical work if there ever was one. I do wish, at the very least, that he would recognize the disrepute he brings to the Traditional Faith by purveying her effluent.

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