Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Holy Friday
Today He Who hung the earth upon the waters is hung upon the Tree.
Today He Who hung the earth upon the waters is hung upon the Tree.
Today He Who hung the earth upon the waters is hung upon the Tree.
He Who is King of the angels is arrayed in a crown of thorns.
He Who wraps the heavens in clouds is wrapped in the purple of mockery.
He Who freed Adam receives a blow on the face.
The Bridegroom of the Church is affixed to the Cross with nails.
The Son of the Virgin is Pierced by a spear.
We Worship Your Passion, O Christ.
We Worship Your Passion, O Christ.
We Worship Your Passion, O Christ.
Show us also Your glorious Resurrection.
And:
Through a tree Adam lost his home in Paradise, and through the Tree of the Cross the thief made Paradise his home.
And:
On the great holy Friday we celebrate the holy, fearful and saving Passion of our Lord God and Savior Jesus Christ: the spittings, blows, and scourges; the curses, jeers, and the wearing of the purple; the rod, sponge, and vinegar; the nails, the spear, and especially the Cross and death, which He received willingly for our sakes. We celebrate also the confession of salvation which the grateful thief made on the cross with Him.
Here is how we spent Great and Holy Friday between the services:
Christ is (almost) Risen!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Its been awhile
It has been about a year since we last posted. So much has happened. I am going to keep this post short though. I just want to share two conversations that we have had with Joachim lately.
On our way to Church for the Annunciation. Joachim was wearing a striped white, grey and salmon colored shirt.
Joachim: Mama and Papa, why did you get me a pink shirt for church?
Papa: Its not pink Joachim, its salmon colored.
Joachim: Papa, salmon ARE pink.
And after dinner on Saturday night:
The kids had found our new puppy had made a mess in their room. Joachim and Macrina asked us to clean it up:
Papa: Mama can clean it up. I never wanted a new puppy.
Joachim: Sounds like a personal problem papa.
Papa went to go clean up the mess.
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