Archive for December 2015

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On The First Day

Tonight and tomorrow are days for joy, and peace, I think. So instead of talking, I'm going to listen; instead of writing anything for you to think on, I think I'll just post a few lovely Christmas carols which I think any one of you, no matter your stance on Christmas will enjoy. So, here goes....

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On the Second Day

By Christianna Hellwig with 0 Comments

Bells give a sound that is very evocative. They are rung at both funerals and weddings. Bells can promote either sadness or joy. They either peel mournfully, or sound merrily. One of my favorite Christmas carols, "Ding Dong Merrily on High," speaks of the bells which are rung in honor Christ's birth on Christmas day. I

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On the Third Day

By Christianna Hellwig with 0 Comments

What is the one thing that makes winter beautiful and fun, good people. The answer is contained in one word: Snow! I believe I've mentioned before that Christ was probably not born in the bleak midwinter as the songs tell us, however, I think Winter a fitting metaphor to blend with Christ's birth. The air is

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On The Fourth Day

By Christianna Hellwig with 0 Comments

To say that the shepherds were frightened at the appearance of the angel is an understatement; they were terrified. I've often wondered what it was like, on that night for the shepherds, but I can be sure of one thing. When that angel first appeared it was heart stopping moment for everyone present. It is interesting

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On The Fifth Day

By Christianna Hellwig with 0 Comments

For centuries Holly has been considered the traditional foliage of Christmas along with ivy and mistletoe. I've always found the most fascinating thing about this plant being that it bears fruit in the winter. Bright Red berries, contrast with the green leaves and add a splash of color to the bare trees and gray, frozen ground.

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On the Sixth Day

By Christianna Hellwig with 0 Comments

As a child, life is very black and white. High heels and earrings are sinful because your mother doesn't wear them, and all processed foods are disgusting because you don't eat them. When I was younger, I had a loudly proclaimed prejudice against any music that was written after the year 1850, and because of this, I

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On The Seventh Day

By Christianna Hellwig with 0 Comments

When I was younger I really didn't understand some of the words to the carols very well. For example, in "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen," I thought that in the first verse, the angels were talking to the shepherds. "well," I consoled myself, "I can only hand it to the men of the middle ages to call

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On the Eighth Day

By Christianna Hellwig with 0 Comments

I remember the time when Daddy introduced all of us to the English Christmas carol, "Once in Royal David's City." He showed us a youtube video of the king's college choir singers at the start of the famous Christmas Eve, "Nine Lessons and Carols" which they have held each year since 1919. A lone boy chorister sings

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On the Ninth Day

By Christianna Hellwig with 1 Comments

I don't know how many of you were as nit-picky as I was, but you may understand how, as a child, I was very concerned about the fact that everyone thought there were three wisemen when such a fact is not explicitly stated in Scripture. I even went to the extent of changing the words in the

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On the Tenth Day...

By Christianna Hellwig with 1 Comments

When Elijah fled from the wrath of Queen Jezebel and hid in a cave, the Spirit of God came down to him; not in the storm, or in the whirlwind, but in the gentle breeze which followed. I used to be skeptical about the legitimacy of my conversion, because It wasn't dramatic or causing any really different

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On The Elventh Day...

By Christianna Hellwig with 1 Comments

I used to hate learning Latin as a grade-schooler. It ended up that we four older ones learned it in pairs; Gabrielle studied with Timothy, and Arianne learned the despised language with me. One of the jobs of the partnership was to drill the vocabulary flashcards with each other. The stack of words got pretty big, really fast

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On the Twelfth day....

By Christianna Hellwig with 0 Comments

Do you remember the days of your childhood? Do you remember when you looked forward to Christmas with unbounded eagerness? Your presents were made or bought with enthusiasm not to be outmatched and each one was lovingly swaddled in wrapping paper, done up in your own unique style half of it was paper, the other half was

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