Gather round ye children come,
Listen to the old old story
Of the power of death undone
By an infant born of glory
Son of God, Son of Man.
So sing out with joy
For the brave little boy
Who was God, but made himself nothing.
Well, he gave up his pride
And he came here to die like a man.
Andrew Peterson’s “Gather ‘Round, Ye Children Come” (click to download) is one of my favorite Christmas songs. It’s fitting that I’m writing an essay primarily concerned with the Incarnation at Christmastime.
In other news, I’m tired of modern skepticism and cynicism tainting readings of medieval religion. Not all medieval clerics were obsessed with oppressing the laity, or medieval women with having sex with Christ. Seriously. Some people actually believed with sincere, honest, beautiful faith.