Showing posts with label Candlemas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Candlemas. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 February 2021

God is with us, come to save, alleluia!

 Candlemas 2021: Malachi 3:1-5 and Luke 2:22-40



In his novel, The Midnight Library Matt Haig explores the question ‘what is the best way to live?’ Through the lens of Nora, who finds herself at a point of utter despair, he asks ‘would you have done anything different, if you had the chance to undo your regrets?’


Our lives are made up of so many choices - opportunities and relationships we say yes to; hard decisions and unmet expectations; imagined futures and the gift of each day. 


Nora had struggled to accept her life as it was, but reaches the point when she can see that ‘same messy life as full of hope. Potential… will my life be miraculously free from pain, despair, grief, heartbreak, hardship, loneliness, depression? No. But do I want to live. Yes. Yes’.


Sometimes it’s easier to mourn the lives we’re not living. Perhaps that feels very real for us at the moment after 10 months of lockdown and restrictions.  It’s been hard and disruptive; and we’ve adapted to different patterns of life.


We notice what we miss; and yet the universal emotions from love and laughter to fear and sorrow are with us in every road we travel.



The Presentation in the Temple - M. D. O'Brien

 (CNS photo / courtesy of Michael D. O'Brien)


Today we’re drawn into a familiar family scene; a scene that reminds us perhaps of some of the things we miss. Today, Mary and Joseph bring their son to the temple for what the Government’s Covid-guidance calls ‘a life-cycle event’.


It is a rite of initiation. It is a family affair.


With thanksgiving for safe delivery, new parents bring their first born into community.


They fulfil what was expected under the law; they come, trusting in the covenant promises made through Abraham and Sarah. 


This is a private moment in a public space.


This is a communal event in a holy place.


Trusting and responding and acting as their ancestors had done.


Trusting the promise of blessing; hoping for descendants as numerous as the stars. Believing that a light would dawn, drawing all nations into ways of love.



The Presentation of Christ - James B. Janknegt


In this moment, the hopes of infancy, the expectations of parenthood and the traditions of a community of faith are expressed.


Yet in this gathering there is also a moment of encounter and recognition.


The hopes and expectations of Mary and Joseph are met with the hopes and expectations of Simeon and Anna.


Their lives had been shaped by patterns of faithful prayer and worship; they had paid attention to God with all their being, and now they see.


A dazzling brightness.


Uncreated light shines through infant eyes


The light of the world comes into the Temple, in substance of our flesh


Light shines in the darkness.


Darkness does not overcome it.


The smallness of this flame is the spark of hope that Simeon and Anna have longed for.


In the face of this child they see the face of God.


The one they had sought and had waited for had come into the temple.


As Simeon cradles the child in his arms, he encounters the one who is God with us, come to save us.


As she steps into this space, Anna praises God. And she speaks.


Perhaps she takes up those powerful images of Malachi: images of heat and intensity, refining and purifying.


For this light changes us; burns away regrets and fears; brings hope in the mess. 

In the words of a Candlemas hymn: glory dawns in every dark place, the light of Christ, the fullness of grace.


We’re invited into this light to say yes to life. This light is to shine in our lives.



Rembrandt van Rijn (Dutch, 1606–1669), Simeon in the Temple, 1669. 

Oil on canvas, 98.5 × 79.5 cm. Nationalmuseum, Stockholm, Sweden.


Over the years spent in the temple, Simeon and Anna paid deep attention to the presence of God in their prayers; their hopes were shaped by scripture.


They were faithful to the law which shaped the expectations; their hearts were open to the Spirit of God and recognised the consolation they sought when it came.


They sought the consolation of an end to death, poverty, disease and despair.


In this child what they see and embrace and speak of is personal and poignant; consoling and challenging. 


For Simeon, this moment of fulfilled desire and longing meant that he could face his own mortality in peace. 


Yet he knew that this gift of hope was not his alone.


He looks into the eyes of this infant and beheld God with us: the light to lighten the Gentiles; the glory of the people of Israel.


He sees salvation.


He is able to depart in peace, trusting in that uncreated light.


Yet he knows the cost of the light shining in the infant eyes of the one who brings healing to people and nations.


This is the point where Christmas meets Easter.



Golden Cross and Candle


At Candlemas, we turn from Christ’s nativity to Christ’s passion; we move from cradle to cross.


Here the reality of death is named and new life is promised.


Here there is amazement and joy and fulfilment.


For the light and love of Christ will be welcomed by many: those seeking justice and liberation; those seeking to live with love; those embracing the risk, the creativity, the hope of God’s kingdom.


Here fulfilment comes by way of sorrow and pain and grief.


For the light and love of Christ will be opposed by some: those clinging to power and position; those seeking to live by exploiting others; those rejecting the risk, the creativity, the hope of God’s Kingdom. 



Today, we light candles at the end of the service, not the beginning. We do so because as this season of Christmas and Epiphany comes to an end, we are invited not only to dwell in the light of Christ, but to move into the world with that light shining in our hearts. 


As our opening hymn put it, make us your own, your holy people, light fo the world to see.  We aren’t to be bound by regrets; but embrace life. We aren’t immune from sorrow or loneliness, but we can give and receive kindness and joy. 


We pray that we might shelter others; that we might be servants to one another, making your kingdom come. 


May we who’ve seen uncreated light in infant eyes, sing with Simeon and Anna, Mary and Joseph: God is with us, come to save us: alleluia!


© Julie Gittoes 2021

Monday, 3 February 2020

By candlelight

Candlemas is my favourite of feasts: it's full of light and glory but also honest about suffering and mortality Eucharist. The warmth an intimacy of candlelight is also a sign of hope and solidarity.The flickering flames we hold enable us not only to see by candlelight but to see, and to be seen, by a more radiant light. 

The texts were: Malachi 3:1-15; Hebrews 2:14-end; Luke 2:22-40



Today is a feast of light.  

Candlemas is the climax of the season of Christmas and Epiphany.  

We light candles on birthday cakes and in power cuts; when we pray and when we party; on our dinning tables and our altars.

In churches or our homes, candles conjure up warmth and intimacy, celebration and welcome.

When we break bread together, we do so by the light of candles: they invite us into the presence of love.

They allow us space: to reflect, to listen, to be.

They allow us to hesitate before before we find the words.

They speak wordlessly of friendship and of hope.

Many lit candles on Friday night: flames acknowledging our contribution to the EU and holding out a beacon of co-operation whatever the future holds.

One Irish journalist [Bobby McDonagh in the Irish Times] writes of the flickering flame shining beyond slogans and politics, saying: ‘One of the best things about a candle is that it is silent. In a world inundated by words and deafened by a cacophony of posturing, a candle has its own eloquence’.

Today the candles we light, give voice to the nearness of God with us; they blaze with a universal hope for the nations.  The tiny flames we hold invite us to shine as lights in the world.

Candlemas is feast of light: a moment that shapes our hopes, our hearts and our world.

Today we celebrate the Christ-child who comes to be a light to lighten the Gentiles.

It’s a feast which also strikes a darker note: of opposition, pierced souls and broken hearts.

It’s a feast which reverberates with love.

With  a love does not let us go: it refines us; it frees us; if comforts and empowers us. 

We see that light today reflected in a tiny infant; held in a parent’s arms; seen in an old man’s eyes; spoken on a widow’s lips.

Rembrandt’s captures this light in darkness in his final painting: Simeon with the Infant Christ in the Temple. 



It is an image that takes us to the very heart of Candlemas.  Simeon is frail; his eyes closing; his lips parting in words of praise.  It is a moment of encounter between an old man and a baby.  A master of light, Rembrandt confronts us with mortality and infuses it with hope.

This is the story that Luke tells: of Mary and Joseph presenting Jesus in the Temple.  There they meet Anna as well as  Simeon: two people who have dedicated their lives to God, offering prayer in that holy place.  In the Christ child, their expectations and hopes have been fulfilled.  

Simeon declares: ‘my eyes have seen your salvation... a light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of your people Israel’.  

Anna gives thanks for this revelation and proclaims it to all who sought redemption in Jerusalem.   

God is drawing all people to himself.  We are to rejoice with them as the joy, love and light of Christ is revealed in the world. 

This is a feast of light. 

It is a feast with universal implications: the hope of God’s chosen people, the people of Israel, is being fulfilled. All people are being drawn into one family, worshiping one God.

This astonishing moment, is proclaimed in a public space; it is fulfilled in the intimacy and trust of an elderly man receiving a child into his arms.

The ‘all-ness’ is contained within a human heart; and yet exceeds it.

The Lord comes to the temple - embodying a love which knows the secrets of our hearts. 

This love knows our smallest fears and our most audacious hopes; this love heals our hidden wounds and the kindles our gifts.

To see and be seen by this light draws us out of ourselves; freeing us from selfishness and self-absorption.

Our hearts are turned outwards: we see this in Mary and Jospeh.

They come to the temple to present their first born to God: they do some with simplicity and devotion, giving out of love not wealth.

Yet the one they carry in their arms with faithful obedience, is the one who will purify and redeem the world.

God’s very self is presented in substance of our flesh in order that we may be presented pure hearts.



There is a darker side to Candlemas. It is a turning point in the Christian year as our thoughts are directed towards Christ’s Passion.  Mary was the first to hear the good news; she nurtures the Christ-child; she ponders the sayings of shepherds and wise men in her heart.  

When Simeon tells her that  ‘a sword will pierce your own soul too’, Mary faces the anguish and pain of parenthood. She has to let go, she and Joseph have to let go, of their first born. 

She witnesses disputes and moments of honour; she hears him extend bonds of kinship beyond the family; she witnesses his suffering and death.  Mary knows the overflowing love of God with us; and she knows the cost.  

Yes, Simeon’s words are a poignant indicator of what Jesus Christ will endure.  But Mary also stands alongside Miriam and Deborah, Judith and Anna in speaking and going the will of God.  She waits and prays for the Sprit to poured out all men and women, young and old. 

Light shines in the darkness as Christmas meets Easter on Candlemas Day.

Candlemas is a place of meeting.  The light of Jesus Christ radiates out to us.   His humanity Christ connects with our frailty; love is made perfect in human weakness.  

As he faced his own death, Rembrandt paints an image of consolation: even in the darkness Christ’s light reaches us.  It transforms us and gives us hope amidst all that unsettles, perplexes or grieves us.  

We are given permission to face those things honestly in the context of God’s love, which will ultimately banish all darkness.  It gives us courage to wrestle with the complexity of life so that we may become more fully the people God calls us to be.

Today, as we break bread together, we will light candles.

Flickering flames which conjure up warmth and intimacy, celebration and welcome.

They speak wordlessly of friendship and of hope.

Candlelight reminds us of a more radiant light, which darkness does not over come.

A light of truth and justice, or compassion and faithfulness. 

Our communities need us to bear this light: to allow others space to speak, to listen, to be.

May these candles remind us of the scope of God’s reconciling love; may they encourage us to share that extraordinary love in the ordinary.

© Julie Gittoes 2020



Monday, 4 February 2019

When Christmas meets Easter...

It was a delight to celebrate Candlemas with the people of St John's West Byfleet - especially as the opening hymn was one of my favourites (Of the Father's love begotten). Candlemas is my favourite festival - because of its honesty about the challenges and sorrows of life but also because of its assertion that the light will continue to shine in the darkness.  The readings for Evensong were: Haggai 2:1-9 and John 2:18-22

Last night, my colleague turned a simple birthday cake into a dramatic extravaganza by adding an indoor fire work to the candles: on such occasions the association of food and celebration is self-evident.

Yet, our culture seems increasingly drawn into a commercially driven disconnect between festive food and seasonal specificity: Santa themed chocolate in August, mince pies in October and hot cross buns in December. 

But there is one item in particular which leads to shocked headlines:





Shoppers take to Twitter to express their disbelief alongside pictures of the offending eggs.

In the aisles of Aldi and Waitrose, shoppers complain; whilst store managers speak of storage space, sales figures and consumer choice. 

Yet today, we celebrate festival where Christmas meets Easter.

At Candlemas, we turn from Christ’s nativity to Christ’s passion; we move from cradle to cross.

Candlemas, or the feast of the presentation of Christ in the Temple, is my favourite festival because it straddles the seasons. It weaves together the themes of amazement and sorrow; joy and grief. It confronts the reality of death and the promise of new life.

Luke’s account of the presentation, blends together the hopes of infancy, the expectations of parenthood and the wisdom of old age. 

And at its heart is a dazzling brightness. 

Light shines in the darkness.

Darkness does not overcome it.

The light of the world comes into the Temple, in substance of our flesh.

Every time we gather for Evensong, we are drawn into this moment as we share in singing Simeon’s song: the Nunc Dimittis.

Simeon held the Christ child in his arms and he beheld his salvation.

He knew that this gift of hope was not his alone. 

He looks into the eyes of this infant and beheld God with us: the light to lighten the Gentiles; the glory of the people of Israel.

Or, in the words of a Candlemas hymn, he recognised that: A glory dawns in every dark place,  /the light of Christ, the fullness of grace.


Icon of the Presentation of Christ in the Temple

This evening, our readings don’t tell us about Simeon’s blessing and counsel; or the things that Mary ponders in her heart. We don’t hear of Anna’s exuberant proclamation of good news. 

Instead we are drawn into the fulfilment of Simeon’s words: this child will face opposition; this child will reveal the inner most thoughts of our hearts; this child will challenge authority and raise up the weak.

Our second reading, parachutes us into the middle of something; like tuning into The Archers or Casualty half way through an episode. 

Jesus is asked ‘What sign can you show us for doing this?’ But it’s not clear what ‘this’ is.

As an adult, Jesus returned to the Temple several times. On this occasion, he has been horrified that his Father’s house is a place of commerce. Commission got in the way worship; impoverishment got in the way of justice; exchange got in the way of gift.

The prophet Haggai had spoken of the ruins of the Temple compared to its former glory. It’s restoration was to enable God’s people to abide in that holy place - to listen to God; to be faithful to the covenant of love; to seek justice and mercy.

Perhaps Jesus recalled Haggai’s words as a rebuke in the midst of exploitation: How does it look to you now? Is it not in your sight as nothing? 

We can imagine the scene - the clamour of money changers; the noise of the sheep and the doves. Jesus is consumed by zeal. Tables are overturned, coins scattered, people and animals driven out.


Christ driving the money-changers from the temple - Caravaggio 

What sign can you show us, say those in authority, for doing this? Why have you caused such chaos and commotion?

Jesus’ response claiming to rebuild the Temple in three days sound either ridiculous or arrogant, dismissive or some kind of riddle. 

Taking in a literal sense, his words are misunderstood. 

Jesus’ words aren’t fully understood until his death and resurrection. He is speaking of the temple of his body: of its sacredness.  

Three times, Haggai exhorts the remnant of God’s people to be courageous in seeking to rebuild the architectural splendour of the Temple. The God known in such beauty and majesty is now made known in the fragility and vulnerability of human flesh. 

Jesus body is the dwelling place of God; a new Temple. This body is the site of life and love; of mercy and justice. He is the Word made flesh.  A body which will reach out to bring a hope and a healing touch; a body which will be broken to bring wholeness to others; a risen body bringing abundant life.

In Christ, we are invited see our bodies as sacred too. If we live in love, we abide in God and God abides in us. By the power of the Spirit, the words of Haggai are fulfilled. The Spirit does indeed abide in us; we need have no fear. 

To appreciate the sacredness of our bodies to speak of personhood made whole. We are called to treat ourselves and others as holy. The human body isn’t a commodity or object; we aren’t a set of issues to be solved. We are in a profound sense the home of God; God’s Temple; the place where love dwells.

Jean Vanier writes movingly about the sacred space of our human flesh saying: This place, which is the deepest in us all, is the place of our very personhood, the place of inner peace where God dwells and where we receive the light of life and the murmurings of the Spirit of God. It is the place in which we make life choices and from which flows our love for others.

The implications of this vision runs deep. In the words of your vision, it means being committed to seek prayerfully to know and do God’s will. To be God’s holy people in this community is to go deep into the love of God through that rhythm of prayer and worship. 

To go deep means that the worshipping community is reshaped; becoming more open and caring; being a place where bonds of trust grow; where patient love and forgiveness create a safe place; a place where we can question and wonder; where we can see in the other the image of God. 

To go deep means that we are challenged and equipped to engage loving with the wider community of which you are part. That includes being zealous for justice; being committed to the demands of peace; but also seeking to live in a way which respects the integrity of creation, knowing our dependence on the honey bee demands a sacrifice of sustainability. 


The Presentation - Chris Gollon

Today, the light and glory of God fills the Temple in substance of our flesh.

Today, the power of the Spirit, the fullness of Christ dwells in us as we abide in God’s love. 

This Candlemas, as Christmas meets Easter, let us make Jean Vanier’s words our prayer: 
Church is the place where, 
in the midst of the demands of our daily live, 
we can come together with others, as a community of believers, 
to a place of silence, our inner sanctuary, 
to listen to the word of God, to hear the murmurings of the Spirt 
and to welcome into our being the presence of 
the Word-made-flesh, Jesus. 
As we welcome Jesus and become one with him, 
we seek to welcome each other 
and together to go forth 
to welcome others, 
revealing to them the compassion and forgiveness of God.


©  Julie Gittoes 2019