Today, about a week before our Orthodox beginning of Lent, is Saturday of Souls, or Memorial Saturday. In Divine Liturgy we commemorate all those who have “fallen asleep in the hope of the resurrection and life eternal.” Father Alexander Schmemann writes in Great Lent:
“To understand the meaning of this connection between Lent and the prayer for the dead, one must remember that Christianity is the religion of love. Christ left with his disciples not a doctrine of individual salvation but a new commandment ‘that they love one another,’ and he added: ‘By this shall all men know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.’ Love is thus the foundation, the very life of the Church which is, in the words of St. Ignatius of Antioch, the ‘unity of faith and love.'”
I was able to attend Liturgy this morning, and many things contributed to my great joy in participating. Saturday morning is not an “easy” day to make it to church, and I probably could count on one hand the number of these memorial Saturdays that I have attended over the years. They are celebrated often during Lent, and other dates on the church calendar.
Today many of us had offered our contributions to the list of names of the departed that were read aloud as we all prayed. My dear godmother was present with me this morning, which made me feel more complete 🙂 and it happened to be the exact date that my uncle was killed in a plane crash long before I was born — the uncle I wrote about once here.
Today we were also praying especially for two men who more recently fell asleep in Christ, one just 40 days previous. George and Nikolai, memory eternal! Romanian women brought koliva, one made of barley instead of wheat, and other commemorative foods.
Just to stand in church, to stand in Christ, to stand with my departed loved ones — it was awfully sweet. Because of this reality that Metropolitan Anthony speaks of in Courage to Pray:
“The life of each one of us does not end at death on this earth and birth into heaven. We place a seal on everyone we meet. This responsibility continues after death, and the living are related to the dead for whom they pray. In the dead we no longer belong completely to the world; in us the dead still belong to history. Prayer for the dead is vital; it expresses the totality of our common life.”
6 thoughts on “In us the dead still belong.”
So many to pray for … those that made us love them especially …
A beautiful celebration, I think.
The last paragraph – definitely something to meditate upon.
Very nice. Eternal memory for your husband & other loved ones!
Tomorrow, Ash Wednesday, starts Lent. After death we will see God. We are still afraid.
Isn’t it wonderful that our loved ones who have gone to be with the Lord are part of that “great cloud of witnesses” that watches us and cheers us on in our race? I have not grieved my father’s departure from this world as I was afraid I might. I’ve missed having him here with me, but I don’t feel he is far away. I love that connection between us that you describe here. He makes me yet more connected to heaven where I’m going, and I keep him still connected to this world where he once lived.