After
the Divine Liturgy, one of the mothers at the church told us how her newborn
has her days and nights mixed up. This
prompted one of the older women to declare good-naturedly a little later on,
‘If I were her, I would keep that little heifer up as much as I could during
the day!’
But,
fearing a PC-fueled misunderstanding, she quickly began to splutter and explain
what she meant by using the word ‘heifer’.
Someone then offered that ‘heifer’ was a common Southern term of
affection, and the whole thing simmered down, with everyone at the table
agreeing. The priest, smiling a bit,
reminded us that hymns to the Mother of God even refer to Her as a ‘heifer’:
The heifer that mothered
for the faithful * the unblemished Bullock, O rejoice. * Rejoice, the ewe that
yeaned the Lamb * of God Who takes away the sins * of all the world. O
mercy seat, * rejoice, who fervently expiate.
--Service of the
Salutations to the Most Holy Theotokos, https://www.goarch.org/-/learn-to-chant-the-akathist
This
incident is a good reminder of the very agrarian character of the hymns of the
Orthodox Church. No lyrics filled with
existential angst, no guitar masses, no modernizing - only ancient, unchanging
(but ever new and holy) hymns that express the deep understanding of the
Orthodox Church that the creation plays a vital role in our salvation and that
God cares greatly for all He has made.
Here are a few ensamples:
Rejoice, you the only
one who budded forth the unfading rose. * Rejoice, who have given birth unto
the sweet apple tree. * Of the King of all * the aromatic balsam, * rejoice, O
unwedded Maid, * the world’s deliverance.
O treasure of
chastity, rejoice; through you we have risen up * from out of our fall.
Rejoice, sweet smelling lily that sends * forth its fragrant scent, * O Lady,
to the faithful; * aromatic incense and * costly anointing oil.
The land that has
tillered the divine stalk * while clearly continuing untilled, * rejoice,
O table animate * that held the holy bread of life. * Rejoice, O never empty
fount * of living water, O blessed one.
We sing hymns to you * and
shout: Rejoice, O chariot * of the intelligible Sun. * Rejoice, O veritable
vine * that cultured the ripened cluster dripping with wine, * making glad the
hearts * and souls of all who faithfully * praise and glorify you daily.
You welcomed into your
womb the Logos; * you held in your arms the One Who holds all things. * With
your milk you nourished Him * Who by a nod gives nourishment, * O purest Maiden,
unto the entire universe; * to Whom we sing: * O praise and supremely * exalt
the Lord, O all you His works, unto the ages.
--From the same hymn and
web page as above
Some
of the most sublime Orthodox agrarian theological poetry, however, comes in the
Service of Orthros (Morning Prayer) for the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy
Cross (14 Sept.). Here are few lines
from it:
Theotokos,
you are mystical Paradise, *
for
without husbandry you have blossomed
Christ,
* by whom on earth the Cross, as a lifebearing
tree,
has been planted and watered. *
As it
is now exalted, * we adore Him and
worship
Him and magnify you.
Let
all the trees of the forest greatly
rejoice,
* because their nature was sanctified
when
Christ, * by whom they were originally
planted
on earth, * was crucified upon one.
* As
it is now exalted, * we adore Him and
worship
Him and magnify Him.
Theotokos,
you are mystical Paradise, *
for
without husbandry you have blossomed
Christ,
* by whom on earth the Cross, as a lifebearing
tree,
has been planted and watered.
* As
it is now exalted, * we adore Him and
worship
Him and magnify you.
Exalted
is Your Cross today, and all
the
world is sanctified. * O Christ, who sit
together
with the Father and the Spirit, * You
stretched
Your hands upon this Cross, * and
thus
You drew the whole wide world * to
knowledge
of You, O Savior. * Count worthy
of
divine glory * those who with faith obey
You.
What a
paradoxal miracle! * The Cross
that
held the Most High * like a grape cluster
full
of life * is observed by all to be * exalted
from
the earth today: * the Cross, through
which
we have all been drawn to God, * and
by
which death was completely swallowed
up. *
O immaculate Tree, * whereby we again
enjoy
the deathless food * that was in Eden of
old,
* and Christ we glorify.
What a
paradoxal miracle! * Behold the
breadth
and the length * of the Cross are the
same
as those * of the sky. For by divine *
grace
it hallows the universe. * By it barbarian
nations
are subdued, * by it the scepters of
kings
have been secured. * O holy and divine *
ladder
whereby to the heavens we return, * as
we
offer songs of praise * exalting Christ the
Lord.
--http://www.agesinitiatives.com/dcs/public/dcs/p/s/2018/09/14/ma/en/index.html by way of the St Gregory Palamas Monastery (http://sgpm.goarch.org/Monastery/)
Here
Southrons, in the Orthodox Church, you will find the deepest satisfaction of
your agrarian and Christian longings. Be
not afraid. Only hasten yonder with
faith and love.
--
Holy
Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema
to the Union!
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