Sunday, 6 December 2020

St. Nicholas: Meeting the real Santa Claus





St. Nicholas’ Day


If it wasn’t Sunday this year it would be the Feast of St. Nicholas, Santa Claus himself, today! 

A Bishop of the early church so well known for his generosity and compassion to all that over 1,500 years later he sums up the Christmas season! The patron of children, sailors, prostitutes and pawnbrokers. (The three gold balls of the pawnbrokers sign signify three bags of gold Nicholas gave in secret to a family who were going to put their daughters into prostitution as they couldn't afford dowries for them! Legend says he delivered the coins by dropping them down the chimney!) May he remind us that at the centre of Christmas is a God whose greatest gift to us, Himself, came as a little child... 

As we always say If you want to know if there really is a Santa then the next time you are doing a deed of kindness and compassion just look behind you and you will see his footprints! 

But for me the Feast of St. Nicholas, always reminds me of that one morning years ago I was blessed to encounter him...

St. Nicholas Dawn

On the sixth morn of the

month that's dark,

while walking in that hallowed park,

and breathing deep the icy air

I felt the grace of Nicholas there.

I stood a moment in the frost

and felt the yearning of the lost

on land or sea who wandering go,

whose  minds and hearts are often low,

as gripped within by sadness grey

they stumble through another day

and 

long to feel the gift of light

break in upon their inner night.

Then feeling deep their dark and pain

I vowed to ne'r come there again,

until I felt him standing there

all bright against the freezing air.

A bishop robed in red was he,

who looked with kindness upon me,

while leaning on his gnarlèd staff

his beard it shook as he did laugh,

and said in tone of deepest cheer,

"Why, what on earth do we have here?"

"A little friar out in the cold,

whose failing heart is not so bold,

for overcome with grief is he 

for those whose lives in darkness be,

and those who know the belly's wail,

and those who sit alone in jail,

and those whose hearts know only pain,

and those who sleep outside in rain,

and those who fear the stronger power,

and those who nearer feel death's hour!"

And scarce he spoke, but I replied,

"Tis true you see what lies inside!"

"But what can I do next to you, 

who dwell above the azure blue,

and as a saint may do so much

to bring the light and healing touch 

of Heaven' s blessing earthward sent,

to those whose lives by pain are rent?"

At this, his face it darkened then,

as though despairing of all men,

like me who seek a grace to flow,

but far too often still say no

when called to be a mirror through,

the poor, the lame, the sickened too,

will see a glimpse of heaven's light

that lifts them from the pit of night.

Then as I stood before his face 

he touched my heart and blessed this place,

and said, "Tis right that this you know,

that saint I am and saint I go,

throughout the world both night and day,

to hear the cries of those who pray

and then I bring their yearning strong 

to Him who seeks to right their wrong,

and sent am I by His right hand

to all the hearts within the land

who gentled are by graces dear

and shed their sweet impassioned tear,

that they would know their call is this,

to enter into Heaven's bliss,

by healing, helping, lifting, raising

listening, watching, minding, saving

the weak, the poor, the little child, 

as I did here before I died."

"For this they call me Santa Claus,

I who kept sweet Heaven's laws,

and now I pass them onto you

O little one, who now dares to 

extend a hand that helps and heals, 

and so the light of God reveals,

to let each poor one deeply know

that Christ their saviour bowed so low,

that babe he came in frost and cold

our Shepherd King, who serves the fold,

and in His Mother’s arms did cry

for all the sheep, for you and I,

and none He lost, and none forgot 

not even those who choose the lot

of greed, and pride, and selfish gain, 

for them He offered every pain."

"So come my friend and stand with me

beneath the branches of this tree,

and we shall watch the dawn arise

and light grow in the eastern skies,

and pray, and psalm, and praise again

the One who is the light of men!"




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