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Antonius_Lupus
Guest
Dear brothers and sisters,
I wanted to drop by and write about my experience at the Melkite Greek Catholic parish on Sunday. I was gonna do it on Monday, but I didn’t feel like it yesterday. (Teenage laziness…hehe).
However I wanted to write about it now, because I cherish the experience…AND the experience itself rekindled my deep love of Byzantine Catholic Christianity. While I am learning to truly love my own home: the Roman Rite; I am still in love with the East.
It is good to breathe through both lungs of the Church my brethren! :byzsoc:
As usual I arrived early and was greeted by a woman who ironically reminded me of my spiritual mother. Anyway she was messing around with a sprinkler. She looked at me warily at first but then hid her wariness with a smile and a hello. I responded and began to introduce myself. I told her that I had visited St. Ignatios of Antioch before, and that I had recently been fully Initiated into the Catholic Church via the Roman Rite. I told her that Fr. Miguel (the parish administrator) and Fr. Damian (priest in residence) were both very helpful in my decision to be Catholic and not Orthodox so I had come to thank them and to see them again.
She told me that the parish hall was open so I went on in. You must understand that St. Ignatios is literally a “house-church.” The relatively medium sized building was once a house, but was consecrated in the 1980’s by Archbishop John Elya as a Temple of God. The parish hall is really what was once a living room and kitchen. Anyway, I went into the hall and met with one of the deacons (a former Baptist). I joyously greeted him (startling him I think). The woman I had earlier met was his wife. He and I spoke briefly and I told him how happy I was to be back, he seemed happy too. The deaconessa (deacon’s wife) invited me to either stay in the parish hall or to go into the Temple. Well, you can guess which decision I made!
As I entered into the sanctuary, I was greeted with the smell of Eastern incense (different in smell than Roman incense) and to beauty of the icons on the walls. I was able to briefly gaze into the Holy of Holies where the altar of sacrifice was located. I however went passed the Holy of Holies and soon found myself standing in front of the Iconostasis (a wall of icons that separates the sanctuary from the Holy of Holies). As always there is a small table in front of the great doors of the Iconostasis. On the table was an icon of Christ, a Byzantine Cross, and an upright cross containing a very small relic of the True Cross. I stopped to kiss the icon and the Cross (noticing the relic) and went up to the iconostasis. I then prayed before the large icon of Christ, then the Theotokos, then St. Ignatios of Antioch (stopping to briefly gaze upon his relic), and then St. John the Baptist.
After this, I went to view the 12 or so large icons lining the walls (similar in practice to our stain-glass). They started with a depiction of the Nativity of the Theotokos, went through all of Christ’s life, and ended with the Dormition (i.e. Assumption) of the Theotokos.
I then decided to leave the sanctuary and enter the parish hall where I got to see Fr. Damien’s new icon he is working on, he is a master iconographer in my opinion. Any way, I decided to go back into the sanctuary to study the Liturgy.
So I read the Liturgy over and prayed a little in preparation for Orthros (Sunday morning prayers). The Deacon saw me sitting there and asked me if I would like to help light the candles near the Iconostasis. I was honored.
Soon the front door of the Church clicked open…and there stood Fr. Damian. He stopped to kiss the icon of Christ at the front door and turned to see me sitting in the front pew. He murmured something with a big smile that kinda sounded like, “Praise to God” or something like that. As he came down the center aisle, the deacon greeted him and introduced me. Of course Fr. Damian remembered me well, and I arose to greet him. “I have missed you Father!” was all I could say at first as I was so excited. I bowed to kiss his hand and saw his gentle and loving smile. I told him how happy I was to be back and how I had been fully Initiated in my home parish. Eventually, he stopped to calm me down and told me that we can catch up after Divine Liturgy and he said: “Until then why don’t you pray Orthros with us?”
TO BE CONTINUED…
I wanted to drop by and write about my experience at the Melkite Greek Catholic parish on Sunday. I was gonna do it on Monday, but I didn’t feel like it yesterday. (Teenage laziness…hehe).
However I wanted to write about it now, because I cherish the experience…AND the experience itself rekindled my deep love of Byzantine Catholic Christianity. While I am learning to truly love my own home: the Roman Rite; I am still in love with the East.
It is good to breathe through both lungs of the Church my brethren! :byzsoc:
As usual I arrived early and was greeted by a woman who ironically reminded me of my spiritual mother. Anyway she was messing around with a sprinkler. She looked at me warily at first but then hid her wariness with a smile and a hello. I responded and began to introduce myself. I told her that I had visited St. Ignatios of Antioch before, and that I had recently been fully Initiated into the Catholic Church via the Roman Rite. I told her that Fr. Miguel (the parish administrator) and Fr. Damian (priest in residence) were both very helpful in my decision to be Catholic and not Orthodox so I had come to thank them and to see them again.
She told me that the parish hall was open so I went on in. You must understand that St. Ignatios is literally a “house-church.” The relatively medium sized building was once a house, but was consecrated in the 1980’s by Archbishop John Elya as a Temple of God. The parish hall is really what was once a living room and kitchen. Anyway, I went into the hall and met with one of the deacons (a former Baptist). I joyously greeted him (startling him I think). The woman I had earlier met was his wife. He and I spoke briefly and I told him how happy I was to be back, he seemed happy too. The deaconessa (deacon’s wife) invited me to either stay in the parish hall or to go into the Temple. Well, you can guess which decision I made!
As I entered into the sanctuary, I was greeted with the smell of Eastern incense (different in smell than Roman incense) and to beauty of the icons on the walls. I was able to briefly gaze into the Holy of Holies where the altar of sacrifice was located. I however went passed the Holy of Holies and soon found myself standing in front of the Iconostasis (a wall of icons that separates the sanctuary from the Holy of Holies). As always there is a small table in front of the great doors of the Iconostasis. On the table was an icon of Christ, a Byzantine Cross, and an upright cross containing a very small relic of the True Cross. I stopped to kiss the icon and the Cross (noticing the relic) and went up to the iconostasis. I then prayed before the large icon of Christ, then the Theotokos, then St. Ignatios of Antioch (stopping to briefly gaze upon his relic), and then St. John the Baptist.
After this, I went to view the 12 or so large icons lining the walls (similar in practice to our stain-glass). They started with a depiction of the Nativity of the Theotokos, went through all of Christ’s life, and ended with the Dormition (i.e. Assumption) of the Theotokos.
I then decided to leave the sanctuary and enter the parish hall where I got to see Fr. Damien’s new icon he is working on, he is a master iconographer in my opinion. Any way, I decided to go back into the sanctuary to study the Liturgy.
So I read the Liturgy over and prayed a little in preparation for Orthros (Sunday morning prayers). The Deacon saw me sitting there and asked me if I would like to help light the candles near the Iconostasis. I was honored.
Soon the front door of the Church clicked open…and there stood Fr. Damian. He stopped to kiss the icon of Christ at the front door and turned to see me sitting in the front pew. He murmured something with a big smile that kinda sounded like, “Praise to God” or something like that. As he came down the center aisle, the deacon greeted him and introduced me. Of course Fr. Damian remembered me well, and I arose to greet him. “I have missed you Father!” was all I could say at first as I was so excited. I bowed to kiss his hand and saw his gentle and loving smile. I told him how happy I was to be back and how I had been fully Initiated in my home parish. Eventually, he stopped to calm me down and told me that we can catch up after Divine Liturgy and he said: “Until then why don’t you pray Orthros with us?”
TO BE CONTINUED…