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Showing posts with label February. Show all posts
Showing posts with label February. Show all posts

Saturday, 2 February 2019

Candlemas, the Presentation of our Lord, and Groundhog Day

As the sun drenches a the morning of February 2, there is a lot to celebrate.  Or not.

If Candlemas be fair and bright, Come, winter, have another flight.
If Candlemas brings clouds and rain, Go, winter, and come not again.


Yes, here we are, halfway to the Spring Equinox - not a fact readily noticeable on social media, but more obvious to ancient peoples whose lives were ruled by changing seasons.


They looked for signs of spring, omens.  The animals perhaps?  Did they know?  A bear here,  a squirrel there.  Or, if you'd emigrated to Pennsylvania a woodchuck, or groundhog. And the clearer the sky was (i.e. the animal sees its shadow), the more wintry it was likely to remain (high pressure established and all that - though known by experience rather than meteorology).

The legendary film Groundhog Day uses it as the background for its story of day repeats.  But what the day is really about is - when is is the change coming?

And so it was that on 'this' day (using December 25 as his birthday), Mary and Joseph present the Christ-child Jesus, as required in the law, at the Temple,  And Anna rejoices and Simeon - well, let Johannes Eccard do this bit for us;

When to the temple Mary went,
And brought the Holy Child,
Him did the aged Simeon see,
As it had been revealed.
He took up Jesus in his arms
And blessing God he said:
In peace I now depart, my Saviour having seen,
The Hope of Israel, the Light of men.
Help now thy servants, gracious Lord,
That we may ever be
As once the faithful Simeon was,
Rejoicing but in Thee;
And when we must from earth departure take,
May gently fall asleep and with Thee wake
All the woodchucks in the world cannot end the winter.  But Christ came to do just that.

Monday, 29 February 2016

Happy Birthday Leaplings!

Ah yes, today is that day that occurs just in a Leap Year and those who are born today are, it is said, leaplings.  Among their ranks was Sir James Milne Wilson, sometime Premier of Tasmania.  Sir James added to his rare birthday the unlikely additional note that he also died on February 29th.  This seems a vanishingly small probability for a human being.


A vanishingly small probability for a human being until you do the maths.  Dying on your birthday may be a miserable thought but the chances are generally about 1 in 365.  Your birthday being February 29th and dying on in later years is about 1 in 2.1 million.  Not likely then, but hardly unimaginable odds.

In fact it is almost exactly the same as the odds that your ticket will win £100,000 in the UK Lottery.  Rather grimly we are a thousand times more likely to have a fatal slip in a bath or shower, and ten thousand times more likely to have our identity stolen . . .

As I pointed out in a talk I gave yesterday, the really big odds thing is what Jesus did.  By taking back his life from the dead ('it was impossible for death to hold him') he produced a unique day.  Which is why millions of Christians worship each week on that day, Sunday.  In the human story it has become more singular and more significant than this weirdest of calendar days.