Here on the mountain we have no snow: no 'jingle bells', unless you count the sound of fire trucks. It is hot. Time of the southern hemisphere year, you see. Many parts of the northern world have it cold and truth be told, this old Knight recalls with quiet pleasure the many Christmasses spent in snowy as well as remote country surrounds.
Mind you, it was more often than not out somewhere dangerous and I was taking my turn on watch with no company but my Angel.
It is not only shepherds who stand guard.
Tonight after a little preparatory feasting in the restaurant, my customers, friends all, will be invited to decend into the cellars and there to peek through the door to the crypt, one at a time, to see the Mass being recited and sung.
Those that have not gone down the mountain to the Cathedral in Hobart to lend their presence to that of our courageous Archbishop Julian Porteous, will be welcomed by our CellarMaster who has re-arranged things for the crowds remaining here.
|He does not get out much|
Crypt-goers-cum-Mass-congregation will be able to sit themselves against the stacked barrels and amongst the wine racks, all of good Grace.
|Make yourselves comfortable. BYO cushions.|
The subdued light will remind them of what was happening 2000 odd years past.
This is the way we prefer in the Tavern.
Quiet. Reverential. Welcoming. A place and a time for contemplation.
Without putting too fine a point, this is not simply an Anglophile place run by an Englsih Knight and King, but a Catholic place. It is Universal.
Christians ain't Christians, to mis-paraphrase an oil advert. Some Christians have completely lost sight of that Star in the east; they no longer see the Stable and the Manger, let alone God Himself coming down and taking the form of a vulnerable baby born into poverty.
The Word was Made Flesh.
Some 'Christians' prefer the rock-concert atmosphere where they can 'have furn'.
|Hillsong. Is it a church? Is it a pain? Is it a rock Concert?|
Not for us. We save the 'furn' for the patio and the music room where entertainment belongs.
Down here we Give Praise and Thanks.
We Adore down here.
For those who for one reason of another cannot be at Mass this night, please, peek in and see the central part. You are as welcome in the Tavern as our Supplier requires of us to have you.