BONEY M live at Kremlin: M E R R Y C H R I S TM A S !
The ONLY reasonable conclusion: Russian Collusion
Oh my Lord /You sent your son to save us Oh my Lord /Your very self you gave us Oh my Lord /That sin may not enslave us And love may reign once more… Oh my Lord /when in the crib they found him Oh my Lord /A golden halo crowned him Oh my Lord /They gathered all around him / To see him and adore… Oh my Lord / with the child’s adoration Oh my Lord / there came great jubilation Oh my Lord/ and full of admiration,
they realized what they had (until the sun falls from the sky) Oh my Lord (oh praise the Lord) They had begun to doubt you Oh my Lord (He is the truth forever)What did they know about you Oh my Lord(so praise the Lord)but they were lost without you They needed you so bad (His light is shining on us all) Oh my Lord (so praise the Lord) with the child’s adoration Oh my Lord (he is a personation)there came great jubilation Oh my Lord (so praise the Lord)and full of admiration, they realized what they had(until the sun falls from the sky) Oh my Lord (oh praise the Lord) you sent your son to save us Oh my Lord (this day will live forever) Your very self you gave us Oh my Lord (so praise the Lord) that sin may not enslave us And love may reign once more…
☃♥☃
But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:
In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds
of them which believe not,
lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ,
who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord;
and ourselves your servants for Jesus’ sake.
For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness,
hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge
of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
Oh my Lord /You sent your son to save us Oh my Lord /Your very self you gave us Oh my Lord /That sin may not enslave us And love may reign once more… Oh my Lord /when in the crib they found him Oh my Lord /A golden halo crowned him Oh my Lord /They gathered all around him / To see him and adore… Oh my Lord / with the child’s adoration Oh my Lord / there came great jubilation Oh my Lord/ and full of admiration,
they realized what they had (until the sun falls from the sky) Oh my Lord (oh praise the Lord) They had begun to doubt you Oh my Lord (He is the truth forever)What did they know about you Oh my Lord(so praise the Lord)but they were lost without you They needed you so bad (His light is shining on us all) Oh my Lord (so praise the Lord) with the child’s adoration Oh my Lord (he is a personation)there came great jubilation Oh my Lord (so praise the Lord)and full of admiration, they realized what they had(until the sun falls from the sky) Oh my Lord (oh praise the Lord) you sent your son to save us Oh my Lord (this day will live forever) Your very self you gave us Oh my Lord (so praise the Lord) that sin may not enslave us And love may reign once more…
☃♥☃
But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:
In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds
of them which believe not,
lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ,
who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord;
and ourselves your servants for Jesus’ sake.
For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
You have always encouraged us, your deplorable neighbors, to be open-minded, to be tolerant, to build consensus and to appreciate diversity. In light of recent electoral events, we think you have a golden opportunity to practice what you so tirelessly preach.
We sense that you are upset, bewildered and disturbed by your new president. We are sorry you feel that way, and hope we can make the next four years easier for you. Please keep in mind that many of us irredeemably deplorable clingers endured eight years under the community agitator, although he had not received our vote. We also put up with the grating, strident scoldings of that woman senator and ex-Secretary of State. While we certainly despised many aspects of their agenda, we did not march, chant hateful slogans, or smash up any property. We did not inundate electors with pleas to switch, nor did we threaten even one. We did not melt down on YouTube or fill Facebook with melodramatic profanity-laden tirades. Please pause to consider this. Perhaps it is time to be tolerant and to appreciate the political diversity of our Democratic Republic. Calling people fascists, racists, misogynists and bigots is getting old now. Instead of telling us what our values are and why we are such bad citizens, why not join us in some small way as fellow Americans on a quest for greatness?
Yes, we know. It bothers you that we do not get all our views from NPR, MSNBC and the NYT. We are aware that our vibrant variety of news sources is not pleasing to your erudite sensibilities. (And please forgive us for not being as apocalyptically alarmed as you are over “Global Warming”). We are aware that the tactical failure of vote recounts, pressuring electors, and throwing infantile tantrums has left you feeling hopeless and without a game plan.
Mother Russia is also concerned about you, for you are in fact as dear to her as any of her adopted children. In your deeply troubled state, she longs to embrace you. Let this be an opportunity for you to seek solace in Orthodoxy and to delight in the richness of timeless Christian ritual. This would be far better activity for your souls than crying over lack of gender-fluid bathrooms and easily-procured abortions. Mother Russia is grieved by your confused notions regarding faith and family. Rather than celebrate perversity, why not participate in true diversity and join us in making our sovereign nations great once more?
Liberal progressives, we have need of your enlightened and broad-minded creativity in these troubling times.
Sincerely,
a brainwashed dupe and minion of Vlad Putin
P.S: and now, LIVEfrom the Kremlin, it’s… BONEY M!
Harry Belafonte and Mahalia Jackson both recorded it in 1956, and many other singers and bands have covered it – but I know it as the pop-disco hit by Boney M. What I did not know until researching this post is that the composer was Jester Hairston (1901-2000), born in North Carolina. I have also heard a Caribbean calypso version, but the song is an American composition originally. J. Hairston appeared in a number of well-known films and lived to be 98.
I never liked Boney M very much when they were at their height in the 70’s. They came from the Caribbean but became stars living as immigrants in (West) Germany. I remember a bunch of poppy dance tunes with silly names like Daddy Cool etc. I never heard Mary’s Boy Child until around the year 2000—but with every passing winter I love this song more and more. It grows on me every year when the radio stations drag it out for the obscenity of Christmas in the USA. It is perfect in theology, it is heartfelt, it is transparent, it is eternal truth and it has a disco beat. It catalyzes all the absurd contradictions of the holiday season.
Believing sinners (such as me) and unbelievers alike get swept up in the season against their own wills. I try to hold out against the holiday brainwashing and media-driven frenzy – but I eventually catch the “peace and goodwill” infection every year. It steals up on me when I least expect it – usually after a fit of Scrooge-like brooding negativity. This song is partly to blame. It condenses the mystery of Christ’s incarnation into 5 minutes of hummable pop. And yet it is timelessly profound – and if you listen closely, through 20 centuries over Judea in Palestine, your soul may be broken on the rock that is salvation. Who knows what the shepherds heard in the air that night, or what they saw; one wonders if they beheld celestial beings in disco garb singing this song from behind the sky . . .
Boney M (1978)
*There is a stanza missing from the YouTube.
Not sure why – but the radio version contains it. I included it below.
Mary’s boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day. And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day...
Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy Bible say, Mary’s boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today, And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day. Mary’s boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
While shepherds watch their flock by night, they see a bright new shining star, they hear a choir sing a song,
the music seemed to come from afar.
Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today, And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.
(Hum it with Boney M)
For a moment the world was aglow, all the bells rang out there were tears of joy and laughter, people shouted: “let everyone know, there is hope for all to find peace“.
Now Joseph and his wife, Mary,
came to Bethlehem that night, they found no place to bear her child, not a single room was in sight.
And then they found a little nook in a stable all forlorn, and in a manger cold and dark, Mary’s little boy was born.
Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today,
And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day. Mary’s boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
For a moment the world was aglow, all the bells rang out there were tears of joy and laughter, people shouted: let everyone know, there is hope for all to find peace.
Oh my Lord You sent your son to save us Oh my Lord Your very self you gave us Oh my Lord That sin may not enslave us And love may reign once more … Oh my Lord when in the crib they found him Oh my Lord A golden halo crowned him Oh my Lord They gathered all around him To see him and adore (This day will live forever) Oh my Lord (So praise the Lord) They had begun to doubt you Oh my Lord (He is the truth forever) What did they know about you ? Oh my Lord (So praise the Lord) But they were lost without you They needed you so bad (His light is shining on us all) Oh my Lord (So praise the Lord) with the child’s adoration Oh my lord (He is a personation) There came great jubilation Oh my Lord (So praise the Lord) And full of admiration They realized what they had (until the sun falls from the sky) Oh my Lord (Oh praise the Lord) You sent your son to save us Oh my Lord (This day will live forever) Your very self you gave us Oh my Lord (So praise the Lord) That sin may not enslave us And love may reign once more…
~♥~
But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:
In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord;
and ourselves your servants for Jesus’ sake.
For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
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