Month: April 2009

  • With the Timbers of the Cross, Christ Built His Church

    (From the catechesis by St. John Chrysostom, bishop.)

    If we wish to understand the power of Christ’s Blood, remember where itcame from, how it ran down from the Cross, flowing from the Master’s side. The Gospel records that when Christ was dead, but still hung on the Cross, a soldier came and pierced his side with a lance and immediately there poured out Water and Blood. Now the water was a sign of baptism and the Blood of the Holy Eucharist. The soldier pierced the Lord’s side and breached the wall of the sacred temple, and I have found the treasure and made it my own. So also with the lamb; the Jews sacrificed the victim and I have been saved by it.

    There flowed from his side Water and Blood.

    Beloved, do not pass over this mystery without thought; it has yet another hidden meaning, which I will explain to you. I said that Water and Blood symbolized Baptism and the Holy Eucharist. From these two sacraments the Church is born: from Baptism, the cleansing water that gives re-birth through the Holy Spirit, and from the Holy Eucharist. Since the symbols of Baptism and the Eucharist flowed from his side, it was from his side that Christ fashioned the Church, as he had fashioned Eve from the side of Adam. Moses gave a hint of this when he tells the story of the first man and makes him exclaim: Bone from my bones and flesh from my flesh!

    As God then took a rib from Adam’s side to fashion woman, so Christ has given us Blood and Water from his side to fashion the Church. God took the rib when Adam was in a deep sleep, and in the same way Christ gave us the Blood and Water after his own death.

    Do you understand, then, how Christ has united his bride to himself and what food he gives us all to eat?

    By one and the same food we are both brought into being and are nourished. As a woman nourishes her child with her own blood and milk, so does Christ unceasingly nourish with his own Blood those to whom he himself has given life.

  • Holy Week

    O come, O come Emmanuel,

    and ransom captive Israel

    that mourns in lowly exile here

    until the Son of God appear.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel…

     

    Oh hark now people of Jerusalem,

    throw cloaks and palms under the feet of Him,

    for soon His chosen hour will come

    to rise and ready our heavenly home.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee O Israel!

     

    Watch as He takes into His hands the bread,

    raising it above His regal head,

    and then He offers up the cup-

    His body and blood given unto us.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    Oh earth beneath His weary feet,

    within the Garden drank ye vintage sweet

    as in His agony He shed

    His tears, His blood, O! precious drops of red!

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    Then by the torchlight our Lord did spy

    His friend who by a kiss did betray

    Him to the law, an unjust arrest

    of Christ, guilty only of innocence.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    Oh the tears that Peter wept

    at knowing our Lord’s prophecy was kept

    of his denying Jesus thrice

    and oh the sobs that filled that sorry night!

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    With cruelty they mocked and beat our Lord

    and uttered not a single kindly word.

    If only they knew you were King,

    that you their souls were delivering!

    Though mocked, though beat Emmanuel shall save thee, O Israel!

     

    And still they mocked you at your trial,

    false and unjust all the while.

    Oh God, to think of you in chains

    and suffering through all our mortal pains!

    Away, away Emmanuel! Away you sent Him, Israel!

     

    Even Rome in all her regal might

    found you guiltless in her sight,

    and even had you scourged; despite

    all this the crowd wished you crucified!

    “The cross, the cross, Emmanuel! The cross!” cried all of Israel!

     

    So began that solemn Way

    of the Cross, the price of Sin to pay.

    ‘twas not your debt, but out of your Love

    you paid it to save every one of us.

    O walk, O fall, Emmanuel! Oh see Him bear your sins, O Israel!

     

    To that lonely hill you did bear

    the burden of our sins with care,

    and oh! the sound of nails driv’n

    into the hands sent to us from heav’n!

    Oh watch and see! Emmanuel is pierced for thee, O Israel!

     

    Upon the cross they raised you high,

    that all the world might see you and cry,

    “O God of heaven, who am I

    that for me your dear Son should die?”

    O weep, O mourn! Emmanuel shall die for thee, O Israel!

     

    Arms outstretched and heart open wide,

    on that sad day the Son of God died.

    Though all was given, a spear thrust

    delivered the last of His blood to us.

    O cry, O cry! Emmanuel has died for thee, O Israel!

     

    Come, Mary, lay the fruit of your womb

    into the dark and solitary tomb

    and wait for the end of all pain

    for in three days your Son shall rise again!

    O hush, O hush! Emmanuel shall rise again, O Israel!