Angels and Archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and Seraphim thronged the air.
But His Mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped her Beloved, with a Kiss.
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I sing a song of the saints of God, patient and brave and true, who toiled and fought and lived and died for the Lord they loved and knew. And one was a doctor, and one was a queen, and one was a shepherdess on the green; they were all of them saints of God, and I mean, God helping, to be one too. 2. They loved their Lord so dear, so dear, and his love made them strong; and they followed the right for Jesus' sake the whole of their good lives long. And one was a soldier, and one was a priest, and one was slain by a fierce wild beast; and there's not any reason, no, not the least, why I shouldn't be one too. 3. They lived not only in ages past; there are hundreds of thousands still. The world is bright with the joyous saints who love to do Jesus' will. You can meet them in school, on the street, in the store, in church, by the sea, in the house next door; they are saints of God, whether rich or poor, and I mean to be one too.
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Today's first reading from the Office of Readings contains one of those little gems of nature imagery that thrills any reader who loves poetry:
He...before whom the stars at their posts
shine and rejoice;
When He calls them,
they answer, "Here we are!"
shining with joy for their Maker.
This verse puts me in mind of two things. First, C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia. In The Voyage of the Dawn Treader it is revealed that the stars of Narnia are rational beings, who after their long lives in the heavens may come to live down on earth.
Second, I think of medieval theology, which explains that the movement of the stars and the planets is supervised by the angels: that God delegates some of his ongoing work in holding all creation together to his mightiest servants. One can read these words and picture the angels, joyful in doing the work God has given them, shouting out their nightly greetings to their Creator.
Third, every created thing, rational or non-rational, animate or inanimate, truly does offer praise to its creator simply by doing that which it was created to do. So this scripture verse reminds me of how blessed are the stars, how happy they would be if they were rational, because they do fulfill God's will perfectly. In this we might well envy them.
Now I'm looking forward to the next starry night when I can bundle up and gaze, with this verse in mind. But it might be a long wait given the next week's forecast. All of you on the east coast will be vastly relieved next time the stars are visible at their posts. Those of us in safer locations will be praying for you.