The saint of faraway
Friday, the 23rd
of April was Saint
George’s Day, St George is the patron saint of Bulgaria, England, Georgia,
Portugal, Cáceres, Alcoy, Aragon and Catalonia. Now, St George never visited
England, he was born in what is modern-day Turkey and died modern-day Israel.
However, his fame and legend spread wide along with the myths and mythologies
of slaying dragons. [English
Heritage: Saint George]
At church on Sunday,
it being the 4th Sunday of Easter we also celebrated the feast of St
George and it was quite a very English-themed service in the Church of England,
one I cannot recall ever experiencing before. It did not dawn on me when the
first hymn included the line, ‘O help us, Helper of Saint George’ that we were
at a feast. [Hymnal 162:
Lord God of Hosts, within whose hand]
The setting for
circumstance
The sermon did make some
references to St George, but I also noticed that we did not have the sole
cantor at the front of the congregation, but the choir was in the quire and the
organist was playing the main pipe organ rather than the grand piano set to the
right of the altar facing us.
However, after the
Communion, we were full jingoistic and nationalistic when the choir went full throttle
with Jerusalem, not that we were at the Last
Night of the Proms, and until I saw the words in the pamphlet, I really had
no idea what it was all about, yet this is the unofficial anthem of England.
And where Jerusalem is mentioned in what was originally a poem by William Blake
before it was put to song is in the third line of the 2 and 4 verse, though as a
hymn we are presented with 2 long verses. [Wikipedia:
And did those feet in ancient time]
Jerusalem, we await
thee
And how I would have
loved to sing the lines, ‘And was Jerusalem builded here, among these dark
satanic mills?’ Which in the time of William Blake (1757 –
1827) lived and wrote the poem in 1804 would have been a picture of Industrial
Revolution England and the flourishing hope of the final lines, ‘till we
have built Jerusalem, in England's green and pleasant land.’ Which today
still remains a prayer yet unfulfilled even with the promise of the sunlit
uplands of Brexit. [Hymnal 488: And
did those feet in ancient time]
And so, the Sung Eucharist
ended with some British pride as we rose to the National Anthem, again, only
sung by the choir and probably one republican who remained seated in probably a
demonstration of defiance to the Queen who clocked 95 2 days before. The only
thing I probably did not notice at all was the flag of Saint George. I might
have forgotten to write this, then it occurred to me, it was an important and
symbolic celebration. I sure have been more aware of its significance.
Notes:
"Perfidious
Albion" is a pejorative phrase used within the context of international
relations diplomacy to refer to acts of diplomatic sleights, duplicity,
treachery and hence infidelity (with respect to perceived promises made to or
alliances formed with other nation states) by monarchs or governments of the
United Kingdom (or England prior to 1707) in their pursuit of self-interest. [Wikipedia] I can
assure you, it remains true today if you consider the leaders we have.
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