First Sunday after Christmas
You’ve seen the refugees going nowhere,
You’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
–Adam Zagajewski, “Try to Praise the Mutilated World”
Be joyful, though you have considered all the facts.
–Wendell Berry, “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front”
The appointed texts for this week are filled with such unqualified praise as befits Christmastide. Isaiah, whose language has been oft borrowed by the Church, rejoices at the prospect of Jerusalem’s restoration as a light to the nations; he eagerly anticipates the time when “her vindication shines out like the dawn, and her salvation like a burning torch,” when God’s people “shall be a crown of beauty in the hand of the LORD, and a royal diadem in the hand of your God.” Read more