Saturday 6 December : the Feast of St Nicholas

Reveal among us the light of your presence, that we may behold your power and glory.

Readings

Isaiah 30.19-26 | Psalm 147.1-6 | Matthew 9.35-10.1(2-4)5-8 |

The Day that they shot Santa Claus
by Bruce Dawe (1970)

The day that they shot Santa Claus
Money fluttered sadly from the trees,
Cash-registers played Verdi's Requiem
And a diminutive orphan breeze

Rose up from the credit columns of ledgers
And tinkled dolefully at each shop door,
While the city's father-figure lay in mourning
In the bargain basement of a Bourke Street store.

The news spread like a darkness; in the bosoms
Of sales-girls the little lights winked out,
Chewing-gum lost its flavour on the instant,
Copy-writers felt the cramp of doubt.

Everywhere were testimonies to the violence
The natural order suffered: shepherds glowed
With more than even their customary festive spirit,
Reindeer ran amok in Sydney Road,

And from the sky, as from the vaster heavens
Of Coles and Woollies, not to mention Myers,
A bio-degradable snow came drifting earthwards,
Yarra Bank angels shuffled into choirs

And there, at 45 rpm, they sang a heart-felt
Miserere to the suspiciously blurred stars,
Tore up their song-books, snuffed their wind-proof tapers
And trudged down-town to drown their grief in bars.

Prayer

Almighty God, whom truly to know is everlasting life:
grant us to perfectly know your Son Jesus Christ
as the way, the truth and the life, and that,
following in the footsteps of friends like Nicholas
who loved the poor, the weak and the young,
and who gave what he had to enrich those who had but little,
we may faithfully walk in the way that leads to eternal life;
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

St Nicholas
Contemporary icon of St Nicholas.

Psalm 147.1-11, from The Scottish Psalter 1650, sung by Jason Coghill to the tune Thanksgiving.


May the Lord, when he comes, find us watching and waiting. Amen.

St Philip's Anglican Church, corner Moorhouse and Macpherson Streets, O'Connor, ACT 2602
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