December 16, 2017

A Prayer for Resurrection Sunday

The Morning of the Resurrection, Burne-Jones,

The Morning of the Resurrection, Burne-Jones

A Prayer for Resurrection Sunday

Hail thee, festival day!
Blest day to be hallowed forever;
Day when our Lord was raised, breaking the kingdom of death.

All the fair beauty of earth from the death of the winter arising!
Every good gift of the year now with its master returns.

Rise from the grave now, O Lord, the author of life and creation.
Treading the pathway of death, new life you give to us all.

Praise to the giver of good! O Lover and Author of concord,
Pour out your balm on our days; order our ways in your peace.

 

From a prayer by St. Venantius Fortunatus, 6th century

Comments

  1. Pellicano Solitudinis says:

    Christos anesti!

  2. Christos Voskrese! This is our family’s favorite Easter hymn these days. The recording was made to raise funds to rebuild a Serbian monastery. Enjoy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hmu2ck6Ln4

  3. Dear Lord,

    You rose in meekness, our eyes closed in the shock of despair. You chose no fanfare or boasting victoriously in the streets Your blood still stained. Why didn’t You proclaim your victory in public, would we have tried to kill You again and again ?

    Your church has done such a bad job offering people hope on a guided path. May your Spirit enable us to enbody the reality of Your resurrection so that we can drink and offer all others the water of Life.

    Amen.

  4. ?Oh happy day?.

  5. Ronald Avra says:

    Amen and amen

  6. I went to church today for the first time in three months, only because this particular church had their service at 2:00 pm. An Episcopal Church in a suburban neighborhood looking much like a big suburban house itself. Maybe 20 people in attendance, about evenly divided men and women, average age somewhere between fifty and sixty, mostly upper middle class. The guy in front of me had long hair and pierced ears but dressed in typical Episcopal fashion, slacks, leisure type shirt. Not likely to run into these folks in Walmart. I didn’t cause an uproar in my blue jeans and plaid shirt but you could say I added a slight bit of diversity.

    The priest, who was also visiting, had long hair and a beard, could have played Andrew at the Last Supper or passed for Orthodox, at least with me. No funny hats. The service could have passed for Catholic, at least with me, except that they let me eat and drink at their table. The priest understood what he was sharing with the bread and wine and the word, which is all that matters with me. Actually there were two priests, the second a younger woman, like an assistant, probably there is a name for it. Probably not priestess.

    There were four younger people there from teen age to 30 or so, the youngest an acolyte, second youngest acted as usher during communion, a young woman by herself who had fairly disabled legs but could walk unaided, and a man with Down syndrome. These four were the ones I felt closest to out of the bunch. This is the church that has a contemplative service the first Sunday of each month and I asked to make sure it was happening next Sunday, that being my primary reason for visiting. Turns out I’ve been saying it wrong because I never heard it before. It’s conTEMplative, not CONtemplative. Who knew?

    People were polite to me but coming from the working class Lutheran Church I attended for a year and a half, there wasn’t the same feeling of family. Jesus was there, his Spirit was evident in the Peace and in the Lord’s Prayer. I’ve got clothes in my closest that would let me fit in slightly better if that’s what I wanted, but I’m really a bird of a different feather. I do want to see how it goes next Sunday. I could pay the price once a month if their understanding of contemplation is anywhere near mine.

    On a different note, I feel like both the world and I turned a corner for good the past several days. It doesn’t look that way, but it feels like some kind of hump was gotten over even as the melodrama continues. Not exactly sure what is going on but it feels like eventual victory assured with a whole of work left to do. Sort of like the Resurrection. Feels good after a hard winter, but keep your seat belts fastened.

  7. “Hail thee, festival day” was the processional hymn at our church this morning.