12/24/2025
The Liturgy and Sacred Music of Christmas
Jason Saugey, Director of Music and Worship Ministries
“But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart” – Luke 2
Worship is a response of the soul to the quiet economy of the Holy Spirit through the encounter with sacred mystery, an outward expression of the Trinitarian life. Christ-followers gather for a sacred meal, prayers and song — for the liturgy — in which we come face to face with God: God making themselves real to the human senses and to the intellect though Word and Sacrament.
We are no mere visitors observing a sacred rite, but active participants, witnesses to God’s salvific work which itself transcends time, ever on-going in God’s eternal and glorious Now. The eve of Christmas Day anticipates the birth of the miraculous, and in these final hours of our shadowy Advent waiting, we are afforded the first glimpse of the wondrous Luminescence begotten of Light. Such a light like a precious pearl formed from the shimmering, prismatic inner surface of its shell.
Apart from the liturgy, sacred music is of itself not worship, but in combination with it, music expands the spoken word, magnifies it, and gives it dimension, shading, and color. Through gesture and word, the liturgy manifests the beatific vision, and it is in this resulting participation with the Divine who speaks through and meets us in the liturgy that worship logically follows.
The music of Christmas Eve guides our hearts and minds as we, through the working of the liturgy, come to kneel in the stable with the shepherds. Peter Warlock (1894–1930) brings us to the City of David with our introit, Riches Everlastingly. The 11th century text recalls the birth of our Lord, that he came into the world a noble King, yet lapped in rags, a King both human and divine, his royal chamber a stable, his bed a trough. Before us: God revealed. An exhortation to worship.
Stephen Paulus (1949–2014) paraphrases Christina Rosetti’s timeless Christmas poem in his anthem Snow had fallen; Christ was born. Rosetti’s depiction of the nativity is decidedly European with a cold December, snow, and ice. Far from what we know would have been the conditions in the Middle East, at whatever time of year historically Christ entered the world. Nonetheless, the bitter cold of Rosetti’s verses gives us a sense of the adversity into which the Child came, not only the austerity of the stable, but more broadly, the agony ahead: his important work for our salvation, his passion and death. We rejoice today, for tomorrow, this newborn Savior King dies upon the gibbet of the cross. We bring him gifts at Christmas that will soon line his winding path to the Skull Place, including us ourselves, his death the price for our human disobedience.
Pablo Casals’s (1876–1968) breathtaking anthem for women’s voices, Nigra sum, sed formosa, sets a beautiful text from the first chapter of the Song of Solomon. The Beloved, ruddy, yet shapely, is invited by the King to arise and enter into his bed chamber. Through their union, the winter passes, the rains cease, and flowers spring up in the land. Yet with this floral abundance comes also the pruning season (tempus putationis advenit). Here in the Scriptures, we encounter our Lord Christ with his Bride, the Church, recognizing in this text at Christmas, what will be. And, that, despite the resplendent manifold blooms, cutting them back will be necessary: there is still penance to do, soul-reflection, making amends. The work is not done. But: all gardeners know that judicious pruning ensures greater and constant abundance. Through pain and sacrifice there is growth. Here is our faith-journey, a journey that begins in Bethlehem.
The service concludes with Francis Poulenc’s (1899–1963) beloved motet for Christmas, O magnum mysterium, O great mystery. It offers a most intimate text taken from the Matins of Christmas. We are called to ponder on the scene in the stable: what wondrous sign is this? What mystery is taking shape here? What is this that has taken on flesh? And of what worth am I that this should happen? Certainly a weighty personal inventory to recall in the dusty light of the manger. Our answer does not come from Joseph or the shepherds or even later from the magi of the Orient, but from the child’s blessed Mother, who holds all these things in her heart. From the time of the annunciation when the angel appeared to her, her Yes made of her the handmaiden of the Lord, the Theotokos, the God-Bearer. The vividly worded Latin text speaks of viscera, customarily translated “womb”. But this word is so much more: Mary’s insides, her innermost parts. Such a precise image, clearly expressing that the Child, both divine and human, was intimately part of his Mother’s body. Mary was the human vessel that held God, a miraculous child. Indeed a great mystery. And here also the animals look on, themselves important aspects of God’s creation. Mention of them here harkens to another similar liturgical text, customarily sung on Good Friday, when, at another place, many, including his Mother, gather around to witness our Lord in adversity. At Golgotha, where animalia refers to the two crucified with him. A notion rudely shocking to our modern sensibilities. Yet, with deeper reflection, we come to realize that the two with Jesus in his final hours were outcasts, seen as less-than, accused and found guilty. But nonetheless they too bear witness to his life-bringing death, just as the beasts in the stable watched as hope was born. At the manger we witness not just hope for some, but hope for all. For everyone. For all of creation.
At Christmas we hear announced to us angels’ message. We gather with the animals, the shepherds, with Joseph, and with Mary at a splintery, rough-hewn manger. Through Word and Sacrament we are made active, full participants in the mystery of the incarnation as the liturgy and her sacred music open up to us in majestic splendor all which we currently see only in part. It is the heralding of God’s kingdom. The start of our journey with our infant Lord.
The Chancel Choir, the First Service Singers, the Chancel Ringers, the Bells of Grace, and I wish you all peace for a merry Christmas and a blessed and prosperous new year. Like Mary, the Mother of God, may your time spent in quiet adoration of our rag-lapped King for ever remain in your hearts throughout your journey with Lord Christ and in relationship with the Most Holy Trinity.