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bpbasilphx
Guest
People are constantly complaining about the liturgical uses of their parishes–sometimes justly.
I thought I’d share some things I LIKE about the Melkite parish I attend.
Surely people who attend either EF or OF have their beloved highlights to share.
hese things are mentioned in no particular order.
I love hearing the faithful singing their hearts out at our services.
I love the palpable excitement as people gather in the Narthex at a
Baptism before Sunday Liturgy. It’s almost like they are about to
burst into cheers.
I love the clarity of diction of our cantors and readers. And even
though I don’t understand Arabic, the Arabic cantor’s diction is so
clear I can almost take dictation from it.
It melts my heart to see people thronging to Communion, and even
little babes in their parents’ arms receiving the Holy Mysteries.
I love seeing the forest of beeswax tapers before the Iconostas as
people pray for the intentions they offer.
It’s moving to see people approach when the Gospel is read and
venerate it–reminding me of the people flocking to hear the words of
Christ Himself.
I love hearing the Pastor exhoring people to “shake the throne” (his
phrase) with their prayers as the sick come to be anointed.
I especially enjoy seeing how people are NOT in a hurry to leave at
the end of Sunday Liturgy, but linger for almost as long in the
Parish Hall, socializing over refreshments.
I thought I’d share some things I LIKE about the Melkite parish I attend.
Surely people who attend either EF or OF have their beloved highlights to share.
hese things are mentioned in no particular order.
I love hearing the faithful singing their hearts out at our services.
I love the palpable excitement as people gather in the Narthex at a
Baptism before Sunday Liturgy. It’s almost like they are about to
burst into cheers.
I love the clarity of diction of our cantors and readers. And even
though I don’t understand Arabic, the Arabic cantor’s diction is so
clear I can almost take dictation from it.
It melts my heart to see people thronging to Communion, and even
little babes in their parents’ arms receiving the Holy Mysteries.
I love seeing the forest of beeswax tapers before the Iconostas as
people pray for the intentions they offer.
It’s moving to see people approach when the Gospel is read and
venerate it–reminding me of the people flocking to hear the words of
Christ Himself.
I love hearing the Pastor exhoring people to “shake the throne” (his
phrase) with their prayers as the sick come to be anointed.
I especially enjoy seeing how people are NOT in a hurry to leave at
the end of Sunday Liturgy, but linger for almost as long in the
Parish Hall, socializing over refreshments.