"What kind of Christmas music did Jesus listen to?"

Somehow this question came up with giggles in our house as we were listening to Lorena McKennit's "A Winter Garden." Her rendition of "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" is accompanied by all sorts of middle eastern instruments, making one envision camels and snake charmers, rather than snow or Christmas trees. My daughter said, making a comical face, "Merry Christmas...."
"Well, this is the sort of music Jesus would have heard," I observed, while our ears were writhing and squirming to the alien sounds. (Yes, our ears. Do you like that image?)

So this evolved into, "What kind of Christmas music did Jesus listen to?"
As we were laughing, we asked the 12 year old, "Why didn't Jesus listen to Christmas music?"
He smiled uncertainly. "Because they didn't have sound back then?"

"Lego moi ego."

"Lego moi ego." I now know enough Greek to construct this questionable sentence. It says, roughly, "I am talking to myself."

It is aptly apropos of my mental condition by now. Way too many papers and assignments and required seminary events and family needs....
Hence, hardly any blog entries.
Still, I'm having a lot of fun.

So much to describe. So little time.
It turns out that one of the second years girls just found out she has a Swedenborgian ancestor from the states, last name Doering....
Her mom is going to see if she can dig up more details for me.

Yesterday, in NT, the Lutherans were talking about faith alone or "grace alone" and how, really, there's no such thing, because one has to live what the faith teaches . . . .

I like having my stereotypes blown out of the water.

Again and again I find that it isn't about a church's official dogma, it isn't even about what words any given person expresses (often like a tape recorder from a Sunday school lesson) if they are asked about who God is and what is the path to salvation, it is in how a person lives, day by day, that shows their faith.

Anyway....
back to the books, and parenting, and books, and .....