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Something Wonderful: Veni, Redemptor Gentium

Music for the season. Veni, Redemptor Gentium.…

Music for the season.  Veni, Redemptor Gentium.  Is this the oldest Christmas carol?  Door to door we go.  Okay, maybe it is a hymn.  Volume up.

Come, thou Redeemer of the earth,
and manifest thy virgin-birth:
let every age adoring fall;
such birth befits the God of all.

Begotten of no human will,
But of the Spirit, Thou art still
The Word of God in flesh arrayed,
The promised fruit to men displayed.

The virgin womb that burden gained
With virgin honor all unstained;
The banners there of virtue glow;
God in His temple dwells below.

Forth from His chamber goeth He,
That royal home of purity,
A giant in two-fold substance one,
Rejoicing now His course to run.

From God the Father He proceeds,
To God the Father back He speeds;
His course He runs to death and hell,
Returning on God’s throne to dwell.

O equal to the Father, Thou!
Gird on Thy fleshly mantle now;
The weakness of our mortal state
With deathless might invigorate.

Thy cradle here shall glitter bright
And darkness breathe a newer light,
Where endless faith shall shine serene,
And twilight never intervene.

“Why is God landing in this enemy-occupied world in disguise and starting a sort of secret society to undermine the devil? Why is He not landing in force, invading it? Is it that He is not strong enough? Well, Christians think He is going to land in force; we do not know when. But we can guess why He is delaying. He wants to give us the chance of joining His side freely. I do not suppose you and I would have thought much of a Frenchman who waited till the Allies were marching into Germany and then announced he was on our side. God will invade. But I wonder whether people who ask God to interfere openly and directly in our world quite realize what it will be like when He does” — C.S. Lewis

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  • Dirk December 17, 2022, 2:33 PM


    Lived in ROTA Spain from 79/83, we use to ride the train from ROTA, to Chipiona, Spain most Sunday’s, some of the finest Musketel in the world comes from that Region, we would spend the day in the Bodaga’s drinking and tapa hoping.

    We had to walk by two Catholic Church’s one near the train station another mid town. Amazing historical buildings truly amazing wanna say they were built in the 1700s, old and I could be wrong.

    Anyways from time to time me and two others would wander into the church’s, we were baptized Catholic so knew our way around, knew the drill.

    I remember each time sitting listening understanding maybe every fifth word, but recall just how powerful going to a 1700s Catholic Church in Spain, in Spanish. Was pretty powerful.

    End of the day we rode the train back to ROTA maybe twenty miles, in ROTA the Guardia Civil,” flat hats” would gather us ugly drunk Americans up and herd us back to base.

    Recall hearing similar music, chanting etc etc, amazing really. I’ve never forgotten. It’s like God himself was seated right next to you. I clearly recall feeling his very presence, unlike church’s in the US, where church has become a production.

    I have recently started to attend church again, felt and emptiness in my life, only god could fix.