I was about to close up shop for the day, but I couldn’t resist Good King Wenceslas as performed by the Irish Rovers.
Just for the record, Wenceslas wasn’t a king; he was the Duke of Bohemia. And he’s also a saint. That’s better than a king.
I was about to close up shop for the day, but I couldn’t resist Good King Wenceslas as performed by the Irish Rovers.
Just for the record, Wenceslas wasn’t a king; he was the Duke of Bohemia. And he’s also a saint. That’s better than a king.
We have another request for Good King Wenceslas, this one from Michele Dumas. Let’s try Bing Crosby’s rendition.
The annual Christmas Carol Contest is open to all, enter as often as you like–don’t be bashful, don’t be shy, step up and let those carols fly.
Next up, requested by Elder Mike–Good King Wenceslas, with lyrics: sung by a “traditional choir” somewhere.
Wenceslas, a duke in Bohemia… “promoted” to king after his death, in recognition of his saintly life.
That last post I ran was just a bit depressing. We don’t want to lose heart. We want to trust in God. We don’t know what to do, but He does.
So let’s raise our spirits with this: our own friends and esteemed colleagues, Joshua and Jeremy Swanson, with an instrumental rendition of Good King Wenceslas.
Because Christmas lives all year!
Wow! Who are these guys? They’re in a movie called A Castle Christmas.
Requested by Phoebe, a Christmas favorite, Good King Wenceslas. He wasn’t called a king until after his death, but he was always known for his goodness.
Requested by Phoebe: Good King Wenceslas, sung by “a Traditional Choir.”
Historical note: “King Wenceslas” was Vaclav the Good, Duke of Bohemia, martyr and saint in the 10th century. His outstanding virtues moved the Church to declare him a king, posthumously. He is the patron saint of the Czech nation–but also a treasure held in common by all Christians.
We pray Phoebe is feeling better today. This is for her, Robert Shaw fan that she is–Good King Wenceslas, by the Robert Shaw Chorale.
Dec. 26 is St. Stephen’s Day, Phoebe’s birthday–and the anniversary of our first date, Patty and me: Dec. 26, 1976.
She has cancelled tomorrow’s doctor’s appointment, preferring to be home with our tree to sitting around in the waiting room.
I can’t believe we went so long without this old favorite–Good King Wenceslas, performed by the Irish Rovers. It may make you want to dance.
Wenceslas was not a king, by the way; but he was a nobleman, and well loved for his saintly and generous ways. Popular opinion promoted him to king after his death.
Hi, King Wenceslas here, filling in for Lee on his blog. Okay, I wasn’t really a king, I was a duke of Bohemia over a thousand years ago and was promoted to king posthumously. I was also promoted to saint. Well, I hardly know what to say about that. I did my best, just like the rest of you: and if a lot of people liked it, and My Lord was pleased, then I’m gratified.
Anyway, I’m here to invite you to send in your hymn requests so we can post them here–especially if you haven’t done it before. I agree with the Leester: this deepens our fellowship. We can’t sing together in cyberspace, but we can all listen together. And that’s a good thing–not just for Christmas-time, but for all the year round.
So I’ve said my piece, and have but to add that I’ve enjoyed the way the Irish Rovers have sung this song about me–even if it is just a little embarrassing to hear a song about oneself. But it’s really about Christmas, and the Christmas spirit, so that makes it worth hearing.
I’d be very sorry to skip this one.
The story behind this 19th century carol is interesting. Wenceslas was a duke not a king, who lived in what is now the Czech Republic, but for long as called Bohemia, back in the early 900s. He accepted martyrdom for his faith and was recognized as a saint soon afterward. He was also promoted to a king, posthumously. And yes, he really was famous for braving a fierce winter storm to personally deliver much-needed alms and provisions to a poor man who needed them.
Today our leaders know better. When they wish to perform acts of charity, they seize one man’s property and give it to another, never, never parting with anything of their own. Take the page’s stuff and make another page deliver it to the poor man–minus, of course, the big chunk of it that sticks to your own fingers.
Fie on them all. Long live the memory of Wenceslas. May his example uproot and replace what we have now.