Hendrikus schreef:
Geweldig hè, die gasten kunnen alles. Dat staat me daar een stukkie Bach te zingen met de hand'n in de zak'n, net of 't allemaal vanzelf gaat. Zeldzaam! En morgen staan ze weer Messiaen te zingen of pop of jazz, maakt niet uit: ze kunnen het allemaal.
Dat het lang niet altijd zo vanzelf gaat als bij voces8 is ook wel fijn. Intensief studeren op de motetten van Bach kan ook erg tot zegen zijn voor je geestelijk leven.
Maar bedankt Philpot, de playlist is weer eens gevuld met voces8. Wat denk je van "the bleak midwinter"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EIKhE7ePLA
Tijd om Lancelot Andrewes weer uit de kast te halen
Lancelot Andrewes schreef:Last we consider the time of their coming, the season of the year. It was no summer progress. A cold
coming they had of it at this time of the year, just the worst time of the year to take a journey, and
specially a long journey. The ways deep, the weather sharp, the days short, the sun farthest off, in
solsitio brumali, ‘the very dead of winter.’ Venimus, ‘we are come,’ if that be one, venimus, ‘we are
now come,’ come at this time, that sure is another.
And these difficulties they overcame, of a wearisome, irksome, troublesome, dangerous,
unseasonable journey; and for all this they came. And came it cheerfully and quickly, as appeareth
by the speed they made. It was but vidimus, venimus, with them; ‘they saw,’ and ‘they came;’ no
sooner saw, but they set out presently. So as upon the first appearing of the star, as it might be last
night, they knew it was Balaam’s star; it called them away, they made ready straight to begin their
journey this morning. A sign they were highly conceited of His birth, believed some great matter of
it, that they took all these pains, made all this haste that they might be there to worship Him with
all the possible speed they could. Sorry for nothing so much as that they could not be there soon
enough, with the very first, to do it even this day, the day of His birth. All considered, there is more
in venimus than shews at the first sight. It was not for nothing it was said in the first verse, ecce
venerunt; their coming hath an ecce on it, it well deserves it.
And we, what should we have done? Sure these men of the East will rise in judgment against
the men of the West, that is with us, and their faith against ours in this point. With them it was but
vidimus, venimus; with us it would have been but veniemus at most. Our fashion is to see and see
again before we stir a foot, specially if it be to the worship of Christ. Come such a journey at such a
time? No; but fairly have put it off to the spring of the year, till the days longer, and the ways fairer,
and the weather warmer, till better travelling to Christ. Our Epiphany would sure have fallen in
Easter week at the soonest.
But then for the distance, desolateness, tediousness, and the rest, any of them were enough to
mar our venimus quite. It must be no great way, first we must come; we love not that. Well fare the
shepherds, yet they came but hard by; rather like them than the Magi. Nay, not like them neither.
For with us the nearer, lightly the farther off; our proverb is you know, ‘the nearer the Church, the
farther from God.’