There is no rose of such vertu
As is the rose that bare Jesu.
Alleluia.For in this rose conteined was
Heaven and earth in litel space,
Res miranda.(1)By that rose we may well see
There be on God in persons three,
Pares forma.(2)The angels sungen the shepherds to:
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gaudeamus.(3)Leave we all this werldly mirth,
And follow we this joyful birth.
Transeamus.(4)(1) Marvelous thing!
(2) Of equal form
(3) Let us rejoice!
(4) Let us go across (from worldly to heavenly things)!– Anonymous, Fifteenth Century
Lo, how a rose e’er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
Of Jesse’s lineage coming
as prophets long have sung,
It came a flow’ret bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night.Isaiah ’twas foretold it
The rose I have in mind.
With Mary we behold it
The Virgin Mother kind.
To show God’s love aright
She bore to us a savior
When half spent was the night.– Sixteenth Century Carol
We are all meant to be mothers of God. What good is it to me if this eternal birth of the divine Son takes place unceasingly, but does not take place within myself? And, what good is it to me if Mary is full of grace if I am not also full of grace? What good is it to me for the Creator to give birth to his Son if I do not also give birth to him in my time and my culture? This, then, is the fullness of time: When the Son of Man is begotten in us.
– Meister Eckhart, 1260-1328, German Dominican Mystic
It gets so busy this time of year. Hectic might be a better word! And this busyness comes at a time when we would like to step back and relish the season. We might even entertain some “romantic” notions that . . . if only we were in a monastery away from all this craziness, then we would have a really spiritual Advent and Christmas. Of course, even in the monastery we cannot run away from ourselves. Here are some thoughts from Andrew Greeley, SJ.
It might be easy to run away to a monastery, away from the commercialization, the hectic hustle, the demanding family responsibilities of Christmas-time. Then we would have a holy Christmas. But we would forget the lesson of the Incarnation, of the enfleshing of God—the lesson that we who are followers of Jesus do not run from the secular; rather we try to transform it. It is our mission to make holy the secular aspects of Christmas just as the early Christians baptized the Christmas tree. And we do this by being holy people—kind, patient, generous, loving, laughing people—no matter how maddening is the Christmas rush…
Today’s Advent Gospel reading is a favorite of many, it is known as The Canticle of Mary or Magnificat . . . the song she at the time of The Visitation, when she went to visit Elizabeth.
Mary said:
My soul proclaims your greatness, O God,
and my spirit rejoices in you, my Savior.
For you have looked with favor upon your lowly servant,
and from this day forward all generations will call me blessed.
For you, the Almighty, have done great things for me,
and Holy is your Name.
Your mercy reaches from age to age for those who fear you.
You have shown strength with your arm,
you have scattered the proud in their conceit,
you have deposed the mighty from their thrones
and raised the lowly to high places.
You have filled the hungry with good things,
while you have sent the rich away empty.
You have come to the aid of Israel your servant,
mindful of your mercy- the promise you made to our ancestors
to Sarah and Abraham and their descendants forever.Mary stayed with Elizabeth about three months and then returned home.
(translation is from The Inclusive New Testament)

I love today’s Advent reading from The Song of Songs – Song of Songs 2:18-14. And certainly the sight of a young stag peering through the window would evoke delight and surprise.
May your Christmas days – all twelve of them – be filled with delightful surprise.
Hark! My lover – here he comes
springing across the mountains,
leaping across the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Here he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
peering through the lattices.
My lover speaks: he says to me
“Arise, my beloved, my dove,
my beautiful one, and come!
For see, the winter is past,
the rains are over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of pruning the vines has come,
and the song of the dove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs,
and the vines, in bloom, give forth fragrance.
Arise by beloved, by beautiful one,
and come!O my dove in the clefts of the rock,
in the secret recesses of the cliff,
Let me see you,
let me hear your voice,
For your voice is sweet,
and you are lovely.

This week of Advent is the week of the O Antiphons.
Today’s O Antiphon is:
Alleluia, Alleluia.
O Key of David,
Opening the gates of God’s
Eternal Kingdom:
Come and free the
Prisoners of darkness!
Alleluia, Alleluia.
To learn more about them, please read from last year’s posts starting with: The O Antiphons are Coming!