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Dec. 16th, 2002 01:47 amHave I ever said how much I love my birthday?
I happened to be born on Childermas -- Holy Innocents' Day. It's the day of remembrance and celebration for the children King Herod slaughtered in his plan to destroy the young Jesus. When I was a very little girl, someone told me that those born on that day, like those born on Christmas Day, were blessed. And while I was growing up, I half-believed that being born on their day meant I had them all as guardian angels. When God seemed to have forgotten me, they had not. They were just little ones, and couldn't save me, but they heard me anyway, and cared, because I was born on their day.
That belief has changed over the years. As a child who has grown up "under the protection" of Innocents and become an adult, I feel sometimes that I owe it to them to protect other innocents. And to stay as close to innocent as I can, myself, so that I'm not completely out of their reach. I do the angel tree every year I can, in remembrance of my own angels. Last year, when I couldn't give more than a bare handful of presents, the first one I bought was for a child, and given on Innocents' Day. I firmly believe that as long as I do my best to protect and care for any child who comes under my influence, I and my own children will not be allowed to go without the things we need for long.
This year's first gift was for a child I haven't met yet. International shipping being what it is, it will not surprise me -- but will delight me -- if she unwraps the package on the 28th. It's something she wanted but would not have gotten had her father not known my mother, here, in the States, and I kept the promise I didn't make for the sake of my guardian angels. If I'm very lucky, someone will adopt my belief and carry on the practice for me -- yet another gift from one Innocent to another.
While I'm at it, did you know that Westminster Abbey was consecrated on Dec 28th? And I have to say I'm very glad that Trinidad never turned the day into a second April 1st -- or kept up the old tradition of whipping children on Childermas, to drive home the lesson of the infant martyrs.
This is no time for a child to be born,
With the Earth betrayed by war and hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out and the sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome
Honor and truth were trampled by scorn --
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.
When is the time of love to be born?
The inn is full on planet Earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn --
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.
-- Madeleine L'Engle
I happened to be born on Childermas -- Holy Innocents' Day. It's the day of remembrance and celebration for the children King Herod slaughtered in his plan to destroy the young Jesus. When I was a very little girl, someone told me that those born on that day, like those born on Christmas Day, were blessed. And while I was growing up, I half-believed that being born on their day meant I had them all as guardian angels. When God seemed to have forgotten me, they had not. They were just little ones, and couldn't save me, but they heard me anyway, and cared, because I was born on their day.
That belief has changed over the years. As a child who has grown up "under the protection" of Innocents and become an adult, I feel sometimes that I owe it to them to protect other innocents. And to stay as close to innocent as I can, myself, so that I'm not completely out of their reach. I do the angel tree every year I can, in remembrance of my own angels. Last year, when I couldn't give more than a bare handful of presents, the first one I bought was for a child, and given on Innocents' Day. I firmly believe that as long as I do my best to protect and care for any child who comes under my influence, I and my own children will not be allowed to go without the things we need for long.
This year's first gift was for a child I haven't met yet. International shipping being what it is, it will not surprise me -- but will delight me -- if she unwraps the package on the 28th. It's something she wanted but would not have gotten had her father not known my mother, here, in the States, and I kept the promise I didn't make for the sake of my guardian angels. If I'm very lucky, someone will adopt my belief and carry on the practice for me -- yet another gift from one Innocent to another.
While I'm at it, did you know that Westminster Abbey was consecrated on Dec 28th? And I have to say I'm very glad that Trinidad never turned the day into a second April 1st -- or kept up the old tradition of whipping children on Childermas, to drive home the lesson of the infant martyrs.
This is no time for a child to be born,
With the Earth betrayed by war and hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out and the sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome
Honor and truth were trampled by scorn --
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.
When is the time of love to be born?
The inn is full on planet Earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn --
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.
-- Madeleine L'Engle
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