Categories: hymns, parish-life, feast-days
Date: 23 March 2007 22:05:33
Where shall I begin to lament the deeds of my wretched life? What first-fruit shall I offer, O Christ, for my present lamentation? But in Your compassion grant me release from my falls.
I have reviewed all the people of the Old Testament as examples for you, my soul. Imitate the God-loving deeds of the righteous and shun the sins of the wicked.
Like the robber I cry, "Remember me!" Like Peter I weep bitterly, "Release me, O Saviour!" I croak like the publican; I weep like the harlot. Accept my lamentation as You once did the Canaanite woman. (Luke 23:42; Matthew 26:75; Luke 18:13; Luke 7:37-38; Matthew 15:22-28)A robber accused YOu, and a robber confessed You to be God, for both were hanging on a cross with You. But open even to me, O most compassionate Saviour, the door of Your glorious Kingdom as to Your faithful robber who acknowledged You to be God. (Luke 23:32-42)
My joy at writing of the service is not to say that I did no tire over the three hours: mind and body groaned at times but, by the grace of God, I believe I did indeed gain benefit from the service that shows the need for, and furthermore calls us to, true repentance. And, as so often during the long services present in the Byzantine rite, even though I may be very tired, there is always a sense, when I see we've moved to the last page, that it is over too soon: that I desire to stay longer. It may seem contradictory -- quite possibly it is -- but it is how I feel. My flesh may be weak, as St Paul wrote, but, God willing, my spirit is strong and desires deep and true communion with the life-creating Trinity through the Church's services.
Thanks indeed be to God.
The dullest election in recent years calls for my vote today, followed by our Parish Lenten Day Retreat. My wishes to all for a blessed weekend.