Sunday morning music – Christmas Eve edition

I’ve posted some of the Christmas music of the St. Louis Jesuits in these pages before.  It’s among the more prayerful and contemplative contemporary music for the season, without the commercial and secular influences that mar the true meaning of Christmas. All these songs are from their album ‘Gentle Night‘.  It was recorded in 1977,… Continue reading Sunday morning music – Christmas Eve edition

Christmas follies: a wrap-up

A few things caught my eye in the run-up to Christmas, and on the day itself. Dr. Grumpy finds an (almost) irresistible potato chip offer – five (yes, count ’em, FIVE) whole potato chips, in exotic flavors such as truffle seaweed and Matsutake mushrooms, all for just $56! The headline of Christmas Day comes from England:… Continue reading Christmas follies: a wrap-up

Doofus Of The Day #943 – Christmas edition

Today’s special seasonal award goes to a church in Sri Lanka that might want to check its source material a bit more carefully. ONE of the largest Christmas Carol services in Sri Lanka has accidentally printed the lyrics to late rapper Tupac Shakur’s vitriolic banger, Hail Mary, instead of the traditional Catholic prayer. According to… Continue reading Doofus Of The Day #943 – Christmas edition

A happy, holy and blessed Christmas to all my readers

The world can often seem a very dark place;  yet, in the midst of the darkness, even the smallest light can be seen for a very long way.  It draws people.  It changes them.  It renews them. Christmas is that sort of time for me.  The Light is coming into the world.  Let us receive… Continue reading A happy, holy and blessed Christmas to all my readers

In case you missed it . . .

. . . the world’s worst rendition of ‘O Holy Night‘ has been circulating since it was first arranged, and later performed, by Steve Mauldin in 1990.  A tip o’ the hat to the lovely Phlegmmy for introducing me to it . . . I think!  I’m not sure when this particular version was recorded,… Continue reading In case you missed it . . .