HOLY WEEK AND PASCHA
LIVE HIS PASSION AND ARISE WITH HIS RESURRECTION
Having reached the age of ninety, I am grateful for every day the Lord gives me, but my single though undeserved hope, is that I may inherit everlasting life. I have urged many to pursue this course for over sixty years, both in person and by this present blog. May none of us lose this precious crown, on the day of judgment! In this present treatise I will reflect on this most sacred season of Holy Week and Pascha, with a few memories, as how I began Church life.
In 1931, at the age of 8, I was excited as I would go to Church, for the first time at night. Church was part of our life as we went to Church and Holy Communion since infancy. At that young age, we never went out at night. This was a big event, going to Church in the dark, for the evening service of the Epitaphios or tomb with its beautiful hymns. However, my desire remained unfulfilled that Friday due to an incident, for a 22 cal. bullet exploded near me causing the loss of sight in my left eye. Instead of the beautiful services I ended up in Memorial Hospital in Worcester MA., and though I was not sick, I was there four weeks. My regret was not losing half my sight, but missing Church that night. I sadly sang hymns to myself which I had learned from my father, and which I hoped to hear that night in Church. Like, ‘E-yen-e e pa a a se, hym non ti ta fee Sou . . .” (Every generation sings praises at your tomb). I realized in later years, this was a small arousal in my soul of faith, hope and love. I always bless my father who taught us not only the hymns, but the perfect truths of our Orthodox Faith, and the errors and heresies which fight against it. My father lived that faith, showing us by both teaching and example that there is nothing in the entire world of greater value than Holy Orthodoxy.