With this the final week of Great Lent before us and the long-awaited Holy Week just beyond that...a "brightness" looms in the near distance. Although the tones, the prayers, the fast, and the entire ecclesiastical rhythm still looms in shrouded purple, that which is to come begins to peek through.
As the sun makes its way toward the horizon, leaving behind its springtime warmth, I am reminded of the nearness of Pascha. The little birds chirping at the feeder outside, the baby playing happily at my feet, the cool breeze of the afternoon, the warm scent of orange blossoms on the air...all echo hymns of life and hope. They tell of that glorious day when death was trampled by death, through which we are endowed with Life.
With somber anticipation, we wait.
May we be counted worthy to celebrate your Holy Passover, O Lord.