St. Anna Greek Orthodox Church

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

Christ is Risen!
Truly He is Risen!

Good Evening from Denver, Colorado!

Charles Beck and I are representing our lovely community, here at the Metropolis Clergy-Laity Congress. I am sending you our weekly Bulletin, without a lengthy message, but rather with a brief prayer for the people of St. Anna’s.

For me, the highlight of this trip was to visit Fr. Jimi Foreso in the hospital. Yes, our Fr. Jimi is back in the hospital (after a very brief stay in a rehab facility) with complications involving his persisting brain cancer. He is in much pain, was very groggy, and was working to stay awake, but…

This is Fr. Jimi we were talking about. He smiled, joked, laughed, made us laugh, made us cry, and made us laugh, some more. His message to you:

“Please tell the parishioners of St. Anna’s that they are very special to me and they are always in my prayers. Please ask them to pray for me and my family, too.”

I told him that we would. And he smiled again. Really big.

“After Your Resurrection on the third day and the act of worship of the Apostles, Peter called out to You: ‘The women ventured while I was afraid; the thief confessed God while I denied Him. Will You continue to call me a disciple? Will You not make me again a fisher of the deep? Rather accept me repenting, O God, and save me.’” – Hymn from Orthros

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

Christ is Risen!
Truly He is Risen!

Through the sentiments of the above hymn, we gaze into the mind of St. Peter, through the work of the poet/hymnographer/theologian of the Church, who reverently penned these words. Upon denying His Lord three times, only to see him condemned to a violent death and then placed in a strongly-sealed tomb, he was completely consumed with guilt, pain and suffering.

With over 20 years of experience in ministry, I have sadly witnessed the trauma of unsettled resentments at the time of a loved one’s death. After a person dies, you can’t take back the insult. You can’t seek forgiveness of the betrayal. You can’t make up for lost time. You can’t express what should have been said. Confrontations remain unresolved, while the argument endures. In the end, and after the fact, it’s too late.

So, thought St. Peter.

How could he ever imagine that his seemingly unresolved circumstances would be cleansed through the tears of his repentance, and evaporated by the brilliant countenance of the Resurrection? As he recognized his folly and sought to pursue the forgiveness of his transgressed-upon Lord, St. Peter relished in a specific example of the resolve, steadfastness, and strength which he longed to reacquire.

“The women ventured, while I was afraid.”

St. Peter curled himself up in cowardice, while the women walked into the dark. He shook with fear while they shook with anticipation. He sought forgiveness, they sought service.

He longed for Christ’s embrace.
They longed to embrace Christ.

Who are “they”? Who are these women? They are the holy Myrrh Bearing Women, and they are commemorated this Sunday, the Third Sunday of Pascha.

The Bible tells us that they were Mary Magdalene, Mary, another Mary, Martha, Salome, Joanna, Susanna. Even though the Righteous Joseph of Arimathia and Nicodemus were not myrrh bearers (or women), the Church lifts them up on Sunday as well.

What were they doing out there, bumbling around in the dark, unprotected, without light, and in grave danger with every step? Their task was inglorious and ghastly. Though the Myrrh Bearers’ intentions were rooted in the traditions of their faith, their actions were ironically, cause for excommunication and defilement.

They ventured out into the night in order to anoint the body of Jesus for Burial. To be sure, He was already buried. Joseph of Arimathia and Nicodemus took great care to properly receive Him from the cross, anoint Him, and place Him in a new tomb. As the Sabbath was quickly approaching, and the events of the Crucifixion lingered, the preparation and burial of Christ’s lifeless body was executed with great haste and corners were, no doubt, cut.

This hasty burial was seen as completely unacceptable to these pious women. Jesus was their master, rabbi, friend and absolute inspiration. They knew that His life should not have ended in such a way, and they were determined, at all costs – even to themselves, to go out there, find His grave, open it somehow, and finish what should have been done before He was committed to the tomb.

Their intentions were to properly, respectfully and tenderly wrap, anoint, perfume and preserve Him. How preposterous is it, to contemplate that these women would seek to prepare Christ for burial…following His burial?!?

Faith. Bravery. Love. Commitment. Tenderness. Understanding. Devotion. Obedience.

These are attributes which St. Peter lacked in his moment of weakness. These are the attributes which define the women who did not abandon Jesus, hanging on the wood of the cross, and who did not cease to minister unto Him, even well after death.

It is my fervent prayer that we can possess such unyielding commitment to the Lord. We enjoy His favor. Let Him enjoy our acknowledgement of His grace.

Though the Myrrh Bearing Women ministered unto a lifeless Christ, it is that same Christ who grants them, and us, life everlasting. If you are ever in need of an example of steadfastness in times of struggle, such as was endured by St. Peter, call upon these righteous women. They will continue to minister unto Him, by praying for you.

With Love in our Risen Lord,

Fr. Anthony

“Christ is Risen!”
-Hans Christian Anderson

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

Christ is Risen!
Truly He is Risen!

As we began our Holy Week journey, that is, during the celebration of Palm Sunday, a couple things happened of great significance, that should not escape our awareness. As many of you know, two bombs were detonated as Coptic Orthodox Christians were worshipping, and the Egyptian Christian community was thrust into the news; offered up as mounting statistics in a calamitous part of the world. These men, women and children, martyred for their faith, will live forever in the comfort of Christ’s embrace. They were in my prayers during each of the services of Holy Week and Pascha.

Something else happened in the Orthodox world in Palm Sunday – a bit more locally. Just before the Palm Sunday Divine Liturgy at St. Nektarios Greek Orthodox Church in Charlotte, NC, a famous Evangelical figure was Chrismated into the Orthodox Faith. Radio Host and Author, Hank Hanegraaff, also known as the “Bible Answer Man” took all his Scriptural knowledge, coupled it with the desire to know the historic Church, and was grafted, fully, into the Body of Christ.

His reception into the Faith was met with much joy, within Orthodox Circles. But, sadly, some of the Protestant world, largely ignorant of Christian history, theology, doctrine, and basic aspects of holiness, derided his conversion.

The worst of them, a pastor and blogger, Jeff Maples, in his blog, “Pen and Pulpit” went on an unusually vivid tirade against Orthodoxy. He attended the Anastasi Service at St. Nektarios in order to see what possibly could have influenced Hank Hanegraaff to join this “pagan cult” that is the Orthodox Church. He attended the Resurrection Service and the Divine Liturgy with the intent to spread misinformation and preconceived, ill-intended notions of our pure faith.

I won’t dignify his efforts by repeating them here. You can Google them if you like. But as a “teaser,” let’s just say that this man does not even believe that the Coptic Christians who were killed on Palm Sunday…are even Christian at all.

No. Rather than react to His blind ignorance, I want to introduce you to another visitor and spectator of the Orthodox Christian observance of Paschal celebrations – the author, poet and creator of countless fairy tales – Hans Christian Anderson.

Hans Christian Andersen (1805-1875) was a prolific Danish author and poet, who “introduced the idea of fantasy into children’s stories, preparing the climate for Lewis Carroll in the 1860’s. And in creating a separate children’s world of talking toys and animals, he had a profound effect on later classics of childhood, such as ‘The Wind in the Willows’ and ‘Winnie the Pooh’.”

The man who created “The Little Mermaid, The Ugly Duckling and the Emperor’s New Clothes” has some annotations to share, that I pray you find enlightening.

Below is an excerpt from Hans Christian Andersen’s travel memoirs A Poet’s Bazaar: A Journey to Greece, Turkey and Up the Danube, about Easter festivities in Greece in the 19th century, specifically the early 1840’s.

“The Easter of the Catholics in Italy, and particularly in Rome, is grand, fascinating; it is an elevating sight to see that immense mass of beings fall on their knees in St. Peter’s Place, and receive a benediction. The Easter festival in Greece cannot show such magnificence, its resources are too small; but after having seen both, one comes to the conviction that in Rome it is a feast which in its glory and splendor issues out from the Church to the people; but in Greece it is a feast which streams from the heart and thoughts of the people, from their very life; the Church is but a link in the chain. Previous to Easter there is a long and rigorous fast which is religiously observed, the peasants living almost entirely on bread, onions, and water.

The Athenian newspaper appeared on Good Friday with a black border, in memory of the death of Christ: the vignette-title was a sarcophagus with a weeping willow, and above it was a poem on the Passion by Lutzos. The festival itself began that evening. I went to the principal church; it was splendidly illuminated and completely full: before the altar stood a glass coffin, fastened with silver plates. The coffin contained fresh roses, intended to represent the dead Saviour. A strange humming of voices from the praying congregation sounded through the house of God! Priests, in parti-colored vestments, and bishops, came and went before the altar where they read the prayers. At nine o’clock in the evening sacred music began, and the procession started from the church through the chief street, to the palace.

I saw the slowly moving procession conveniently from my window; it was one of the most solemn I have ever seen. It was a glittering starlight night, so mild and calm! Every spectator in the balconies and open windows stood with a burning candle in his hand. The music ascended to us from the side-street, the smell of incense filled the air. Mournful music proceeded from the military bands as though the people carried their King to his grave. The coffin containing the fresh red roses was borne along, surrounded by the priests; over it hung a long red mourning veil which was held by the chief statesmen and higher officers of the kingdom.

A crowd of these officers, and then the great mass of people, all, as I have said, with burning candles, concluded the procession. There was a stillness, an apparent sorrow or devotion, which worked its effect upon every mind. The Bishop made a short speech outside the palace where the King and Queen stood, and then the King kissed the holy Gospel. During the whole ceremony there was a monotonous ringing of bells, always two strokes and then a short pause.

Day and night the church was filled with people. The King, the Queen, and the whole court were there on the midnight before Easter Day: the priests stood praying and mourning around the flower-filled coffin; the whole congregation prayed in silence. The clock struck twelve, and at the same moment the Bishop stepped forth, and said: “Christ is risen!”

“Christ is risen!” burst from every tongue. Kettle-drums and trumpets sent forth their strains; the music played the liveliest dances! The whole people fell on each other’s necks, kissed, and joyously cried, “Christ is risen!” Shot after shot was heard outside; rockets darted into the air, torches were lighted, men and young lads, each with a candle in his hand, danced in a long row through the city. The women kindled fires, slaughtered lambs, and roasted them in the streets. Little children, who had all got new fez and new red shoes, danced in their shirts around the fires, kissed each other, and exclaimed like their parents, “Christ is risen!” O, I could have pressed each of these children to my heart and exulted with them. “Christ is risen!” It was touching, elevating, and beautiful.

It may be said that the whole was a ceremony; and it may be added, certainly with some truth, that their rejoicings expressed the satisfaction of the people that the rigorous fast was over, and that now they could eat their lamb, and drink their wine: well, admit that the fact was so, still I dare venture to say there was something more; there was a true, a sincere religious jubilee. Christ was in their thoughts, as on their lips. “Christ is risen!” was the mutual assurance, made as though it were no by-gone event; no, it was as if it had taken place on that night, and in this land. It was as if the assurance had reached their ears at that moment, and for the first time.

There were music and dancing everywhere in the capital, and in every little town throughout the kingdom. All labor was suspended, every one thought only of pleasure; there were dancing and mirth near Theseus’s Temple and under Zeus’s marble columns. The mandolin twanged, the old joined in the song; and during the general joy the words of welcome and leave-taking were: “Christ is risen!”

Truly He is Risen.

With Love in our Triumphant Lord,
Fr. Anthony

Please take a special interest in reading the names of all who participated so enthusiastically and prayerfully, in the successful and faithful execution of our services, programs, outreach projects and fellowship activities of Holy Week and Pascha. I offer my collective expression of gratitude to all of you who made our services and activities so lovely and Spirit-filled.

I also call your attention in the Bulletin, to our Introduction to Orthodoxy experience that will take place in May, due to several requests for such a class. Please join us!