Christmas carolling may be dying, but it’s not dead yet. I went out last night with a group of about a dozen, mostly children and young people, to sing a few carols around the streets of Sketty. And, I must say, a good time was had by all. There is something very splendid about singing the good news of Jesus’ birth to anyone who’ll listen. I’m bound to say that I’m not keen on the way that carol singing has come to be linked to collection boxes, though after Kim’s last post, I’d better not be grumpy about it ;). We sang with and for joy, and the experience was all the better for that I reckon.
On the subject of carols, this morning we had ‘Hark how all the welkin rings’, to the tune ‘Easter Hymn’, which is (I think) what Charles Wesley originally had in mind for it. It went rather well, I thought. I’m not sure whether it was because of its unfamiliarity, but the words had a far greater impact on me than those of ‘Hark the herald’