Friday, December 17, 2010

Advent Antiphon: O Sacred Lord

"O come, O come, thou Lord of might, who to thy tribes on Sinai's height
in ancient times didst give the Law, in cloud and majesty and awe."

Eighteenth-century aesthetic theory distinguished between the Beautiful and the Sublime. The Beautiful was -- well, beautiful. Harmonious, pleasing, restful. A well-landscaped park was beautiful. The Sublime, in contrast, was something that evoked awe, reverence, even fear. Mountains were sublime, not only because of their height and their uneven, often jagged appearance, but because it used to be thought that they were the abode of gods and other supernatural beings.
And so it was that the God of ancient Israel appeared in the burning bush on Sinai's peak to Moses to give him the Ten Commandments. And here the marvelous second verse of our Advent hymn, the second of the O Antiphons, identifies this "Lord of might" with Jesus, the long-awaited Messiah.
The text of the actual liturgical antiphon asks this "sacred Lord" to set us free -- that common Advent theme that invites each of us to consider what we need to be set free from.
Think of how Jesus at the Transfiguration appeared to his three friends "in cloud and majesty and awe." And think of the contrast between the descriptions of the Lord in these O Antiphons--because the sublimity is to be found in all of them, not just this one--and the tiny, helpless Baby that actually did appear on earth that first Christmas. It's one thing, that unexpected character, that makes the O Antiphons so stunning.  So -- awesome!

2 comments:

  1. Not just the contrast between the sublimity of the Transfigured Christ and the helplessness of the Infant--but also between both of these and the wretchedness of Christ Crucified. I am always struck by those paintings by the old masters that show a tiny cross with the baby Jesus--the future inexorably already present.

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  2. Good thought, Susan! Then there are those "minimalist" Christmas wreaths that are basically just branches; they look like the crown of thorns. One ting leads inexorably to the other; is organically contained in the other.

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