The Oxygen of Faith – Pre-Paschal Reflections

Every year before our Paschal celebration I write a reflection. I usually write it after a busy day of services and preparation, a quiet moment before heading to the church for the midnight liturgy. This year, like the world around us, has been completely different.

Last year we traveled eight thousand miles and spent an entire month’s salary to get to our home parish for Pascha. That’s how precious it is to us. This year, though we live 20 minutes away from the church we are under a shelter in place and like Christians around the world, are live-streaming the service.

But I still find myself reflecting on this life-giving faith during a quiet moment. A few years ago, I was finishing up a film project with a friend of my son’s. We decided to go out for lunch before he headed back to New York City. We began talking about faith in general and the conversation then veered toward my faith in particular. He began asking questions. I don’t remember all of them, but I remember with absolute clarity saying to him “My faith is my oxygen.”

Every time we breathe we take in the life giving gas of oxygen. It enters into our respiratory system from outside our bodies and goes into our lungs. It crosses into the alveolar membranes and capillary endothelium, arriving in our blood stream and settling in our red blood cells, ready for a complex transfer system to every cell in our body. Anyone who has read about COVID-19 has a better appreciation for oxygen, the lungs, and the entire respiratory process.

My faith is like oxygen, my soul the lungs. I need it to breathe, to function, to get up each morning. I doubt, I scream, and I cry out to God for the pain and unfairness in life. I have sleepless nights, I have occasionally been in the intensive care unit needing life support for my failing faith, and I am too often a pitiful representative of my Christian faith. But ultimately I still choose it. To give it up would be like losing my ability to breathe.

In all my faults and flaws, I know deep within my soul that I am woven into the tapestry of his redemptive plan, and that somehow that matters.

And this is what I reflect on this evening. At 12 minutes before midnight, we will tune into our service. The entire room will be dark. A bell will chime once each minute until midnight. Then we will see the priest light one candle. We will hear him sing “Thy resurrection, O Christ our Savior, the angels in heaven sing. Enable us on earth to glorify you in purity of heart.” He will come out and say “Come, receive the light.” Though we are all over the Greater Boston area, we will move forward as one as we light our candles at home.

And so it will begin. for three hours we will celebrate the resurrection, periodically shouting Christ is Risen in every language we can think of. Our faith will be reaffirmed and I will breathe in its life-giving oxygen. In this, and this alone I rest.

Christ is Risen! In Truth He is Risen!

4 thoughts on “The Oxygen of Faith – Pre-Paschal Reflections

  1. Indeed He is Risen!

    Normally, my husband and I don’t get to go to Pascha service, as it’s two hours away. This year, thanks to the Pandemic, we were able to watch it streamed live. What a blessing to us! My husband is not baptized Orthodox, but he was eager to stream it, and we watched it together.

    Thank you for sharing your faith and journey here.

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  2. Dear Marilyn, Thank you for your deeply moving reflection. It reminded me of my experience of the 3-hour midnight Easter celebration in a Russian Orthodox church in my home city Lahti, in Finland. I was a young, fairly new Christian but I believe the experience opened my eyes to vastness of God’s Kingdom and the richness of our expressions of faith. It even led me to have regular meetings with a lovely Algerian doctor (a field of science) in Durham, UK. Weekly we, I a believing, practising Christian and she a believing, practising Muslim, met in her apartment, read the scriptures and brought before God/Allah our shared concerns in prayer. Christ is risen! He is risen, indeed. Much love, Lea

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