Happy as flowers and peeps.

There is not one word for the way so many of us Orthodox feel when we have come to the end of Lent and Holy Week, and are finally standing in church on Pascha night, exhausted, brain dead, dizzy from sleepiness, feeling a little (or a lot) out of whack from keeping strange hours and eating little. Parents of young children have been dealing with toddlers crying from fatigue and their older siblings longing to go to the day’s special service at church.

We wouldn’t have it any other way. We know we need Lent to prepare us to receive the fullness of Resurrection joy, and Holy Week passes so quickly, each of the many services unique in the entire church year. You don’t want to miss one. But – you must; your body is still earthy and not transformed. The whole process seems to be divinely designed to make us feel our utter dependence on Christ Himself to bring us to Pascha, and we are made aware of the bits of extra grace that are as good as blood transfusions for the dying.

I think the sensations are like being on a river, a river of Life. You know you aren’t a good sailor or swimmer, but you also know that God and His Church are the vessel in which you travel, and they will carry you.

In the end, Pascha comes to us, and comes for us, as the hymn exultantly proclaims, “A new and holy Pascha has come for us!” And we hear the homily of St. John Chrysostom once again:

O death, where is thy sting?

O Hades, where is thy victory?

Christ is risen, and you are overthrown!

Christ is risen, and the demons are fallen!

Christ is risen, and the angels rejoice!

Christ is risen, and life reigns!

Christ is risen, and not one dead remains in a tomb!

We have just about the best choir ever, in my parish, but they are only a few of the voices singing the great song of God’s love and Christ’s victory. This song doesn’t ever stop playing, but it’s at this season of the year we are given the gift of its wake-the-dead resounding in our hearts.

Today at our Bright Monday agape meal, I could tell that even the silly peeps wanted to hop out of their basket, so I brought them home to be a visual kind of bunny song on the windowsill. My garden has been putting on its spring show and until now I haven’t had time to collect all those images here; today I offer a profusion. Still, not nearly as many as our greetings of:

Christ is risen! Truly He is risen!

12 thoughts on “Happy as flowers and peeps.

  1. I like that you brought the peeps home and put them out to be a bunny song on the windowsill.
    Your many kinds of flowers are so lovely.
    Have a wonderful ( and hopefully restful) week.

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  2. I am not to drive at night anymore, so I appreciate very much what you have presented here. And an extra treat, a reminder actually, is that chart with blessings in so many languages.

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      1. I was prompted to reread that post because someone viewed it this week; Because I saw that via the title only, I didn’t know what it was about — haha, that’s how my titles are. As often happens, I could hardly believe that I wrote it; it was as much a gift to me just now as if someone else had given it to me. I guess it was really “in the moment,” and it’s probably a good thing that it didn’t appear on my radar at Pascha this year; it might not have made me happy just then.

        It happens with these old posts that I also notice that I didn’t respond to the commenters even with a “like.” So I do belatedly, as you have seen, sometimes years later! Those with Blogger accounts don’t typically see that; I appreciate that you can, and that you sometimes give evidence that these conversations are truly ongoing, just like Pascha. Thank you, Albert!!


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