Thursday, December 15, 2011

Christmastide 2011

It's been a long time since I've written, mainly due to some teaching responsibilities which occupied me from last summer through late autumn and a quite busy stretch in my business - curious given the perceived state of the economy.

If you've read some of these entries over the years, you may remember that back in my radio days in the late 1970s, I began the live broadcast on Christmas Eve morning (9:00 am to be exact here in midwestern America) of "A Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols" from the late medieval chapel of King's College at Cambridge University in Cambridge, England.

And, in fact the course I taught was about that Service...me and several dozen age mates exploring medieval history, kings, craftsmen, musicians, priests...and the service.

The class seemed to go down pretty well with the enrollees, and I had to put in two to three long days each week to manage the eight hour and a half sessions.

But oh, what I learned! And oh, what the members of the class taught me!

Over those months, I became interested in the young Dean of the Chapel who initiated this Christmas Eve event at King's. It was something outside the liturgical boundaries of the Church at that time, but the initial impetus had come from the Bishop of Truro some three decades earlier. He was named Archbishop of Canterbury shortly thereafter and so was in a position to push the idea of this new service forward.

Eventually, the idea fell into the hands of Eric Milner-White. He had attended King's College, taken holy orders, and after working in a school and a poor London parish, he returned to King's as Chaplain in 1912- the number two position with an important responsibility to connect and to serve the students, there being a Dean to oversee the administrative and liturgical aspects of the Chapel.

When World War I began in 1914, Milner-White joined the British Army as a chaplain, and in the next four years he served the men of the Seventh Division in Italy and France...or tried to. This was the era of trench warfare - wet, full of muck, attacks and retreats, blood, illness, and death everywhere. In the "Great War," Britain lost nearly 900,000 men, and an additional 1,666,000 were wounded - in a country of 45 million.

The chaplain general of the time was a very conservative cleric, and Milner-White became something of a trial for him: Milner, as many called him, insisted on climbing into "no man's land" with the troops to rescue the wounded.

As a non-combatant, chaplains were not to engage in such activities. Several times Milner-White was "mentioned in dispatches" and ultimately received the Distinguished Service Order (DSO)...very rare for a chaplain.

In addition, Milner-White prayed for the dead, something of which the chaplain-general did not approve although the men of his unit did.

Finally, in one battle, the officers of the unit were either killed or wounded, and the men asked Milner-White to take command. He did, and this must have been the final straw for Milner's superiors.

In January, 1918 he resigned from the Army and returned to King's resuming his position as Chaplain. In midsummer he was promoted to Dean.

Somewhere along the line, and no one knows where, the idea of holding a Christmas Eve service as a gift from his College to the city of Cambridge came to him. Maybe he knew about the service from Truro, maybe someone else did and put the idea in front of him. We don't know, and he destroyed most of his papers relating to those early post-war years, so we may never know.

What we do know is that in early November of 1918, he held a memorial service for the nearly 200 men of King's who had been killed in the war (two of them fought for Germany). Nine days later the Armistice was signed, and six weeks after that arrived the very first "Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols." It has been repeated every year since, and the dominant theme of the biblical readings is the fall and redemption of us all.

After what Milner had witnessed during his years in the War, the concept of redemption must have been at the front of his mind, what with "the War to End All Wars" just behind him but very much on his mind as it was and is for any veteran who has stared into the face of conflict.

The service has not changed very much since 1918, 'though the world has - and has not.

Strife abounds, thousands upon thousands have died. As I write this, American troops are coming home from Iraq; whatever they have experienced with be with us and our descendants for decades.
The situation in Afghanistan is murky, and its end-game not fully known.

Our country's military has a presence in over 100 countries nowadays; yet peace seems more elusive than ever. Economic distress depresses our mood, and many of us feel broadly drawn sense of insecurity, anxiety, anomie...whatever term you prefer.

Perhaps this Christmas, we might reflect yet again on the possibility of redemption and on what each of us might do in coming days to help us all find "peace on earth, goodwill toward men," and women, and children, and all innocent creatures with whom or which we share this world.

Find a public radio station carrying the live broadcast on Christmas Eve morning; gather your friends and neighbors to hear the lessons and to listen to the great choir of men and boys which has been a part of King's College since the mid 1440s (no typo there, believe me!)

The story of Christmas is a simple one; it may take some effort to open yourself to those ancient words, but give it a try, make a start. It will be worth your effort.

A blessed and happy Christmas to us all.

1 comment:

Terry said...

Dear Nick,

Christmas comes but once a year, and the same may be said of my appearance on your “Hobbling through the Zeitgiest” blog. Not that my annual musings and meanderings are eagerly awaited by some adoring throng. In fact I’m not sure if anyone but you takes the time to read my little essay. Still, the act of putting thoughts on the Christmas season to paper, even in electronic form, is therapeutic and satisfying.

I realize that every Christmas we moan and groan about how hard it is to generate and sustain a semblance of “Christmas Spirit” in the face of adversity. That adversity coming in part from both the ills of a troubled world and the media’s and retailer’s incessant pounding of some sort of prefabricated concept of Christmas into our collective heads.

Add to that the fact that as we age we just get weighed down with life’s responsibilities and find it more of an effort to summon up a reasonable amount of Christmas cheer, however defined. In childhood it’s easy, as we don’t have to worry about mortgage payments and what’s happening in the Middle East, to say nothing of across town. In mid-life and beyond it takes a certain amount of exertion to produce the proper frame of mind to keep Christmas, to say nothing of keeping it well.

I’m of course not immune to the forces I just mentioned. And to complicate matters further, I’m facing a 2011 Christmastide with several family members recently passed away. Both of my parents, a brother and a sister-in-law died over the last 14 months. Besides the pain and sorrow from these losses is the fact that Christmas, as I had experienced it for my entire life, is now irrevocably altered. Up till a year ago there was always a “home” to return to at Christmas, where I knew I would be surrounded with family members. Such knowledge was a source of great comfort.

So yes, it’s been very difficult for me to whip up the usual holiday feelings of joy and wonder. Even my favorite Christmas music, which has always done the trick in the past, has failed to stir the Yuletide embers to a satisfactory degree. Then, to top it all off, I apologized to a co-worker (a recent transplant from California) for the absence of a white Christmas. His response, which he accentuated with a dismissive wave of his hand, was “holidays are for kids … for adults they’re just an expense.” Was he right? Was Christmas just not worth the investment of time, dollars and emotions?

That disgusting comment ignited something. Not an inferno perhaps, but a pilot light that says “Christmas ain’t dead yet.” Christmas is not just for kids. To be sure they’re one of the cornerstones of its celebration. But even for us jaded and life-weary adults Christmas can redeem and refresh and sooth and delight. If we let it. I choose to let it. Maybe Ebenezer Scrooge’s nephew Fred said it best when he visited the old miser in his office on Christmas Eve:

“I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come around -- apart from the veneration due to the sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that -- as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of other people as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore uncle, thought it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”

I’m with you Fred. I’m hope all of you who read this are as well.

Happy Christmas to you Nick!

Terry