Simplicity

This morning I sit home alone.
Outside the rain drizzles quietly.

I'm bundled warmly in my jammies, a sweater, and a pair of slippers, enjoying a cup of hot tea and a deliciously cooked grapefruit.
The only inside noises are the dripping of the faucet and the hum of the refrigerator.

I turn on my recordings of early music. I need to review the gregorian chants for an upcoming final.
But as I sit and listen, the simplicity draws me in. A single line, unaccompanied, singing words in a dead language. Words that will never be obsolete.
They bring rest and comfort, solace from the accompaniment of life. And they remind that this season is not about getting through finals and passing classes.

It is about Advent: the God-man entering into the frenzy of life on earth and offering peace for our souls.


A boy is born to us,
and a Son is given to us;
whose government is upon His shoulder
and His name shall be called
the Angel of great counsel.

Sing ye to the Lord a new song,
because He hath done wonderful things.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son,
and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
world without end. Amen.

-Puer natus est nobis (translation)