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Ditto. This is a wonderful meditation and summary of the Triduum---from a new Episcopalian wanting to become a priest in the USA.<br>
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<div class="gmail_quote">On Thu, Apr 21, 2011 at 8:58 PM, Joe Parrish <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:joeparrish@compuserve.com">joeparrish@compuserve.com</a>></span> wrote:<br>
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Subject: [Propertalk] Great Vigil Homily<br>
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THE EPISCOPAL CHURCH OF ST. ALBAN, ALBANY THE GREAT VIGIL OF EASTER <br>
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READINGS AND PSALMS OF THE OLD COVENANT 23rd APRIL, 2011<br>
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ROMANS 6:3-11<br>
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MATTHEW 28:1-10<br>
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Lord,<br>
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it is night.<br>
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The night is for stillness.<br>
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Let us be still in the presence of God.<br>
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It is night after a long day.<br>
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What has been done has been done;<br>
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what has not been done has not been done;<br>
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let it be.<br>
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The night is dark;<br>
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Let our fears of the darkness of the world and our own lives rest in <br>
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you.<br>
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The night is quiet.<br>
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Let the quietness of your peace enfold us,<br>
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all dear to us,<br>
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and all who have no peace.<br>
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The night heralds the dawn.<br>
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Let us look expectantly to a new day,<br>
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new joys,<br>
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new possibilities.<br>
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In your name we pray.<br>
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Amen. 1<br>
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This is a favourite prayer of thousands of people around the world. It’s <br>
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part of the office called “Night Prayer”, contained in “A New Zealand <br>
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Prayer Book”. 2 The way the lines seem to hang in the air, the care <br>
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taken over the scansion, the word-painting – everything about it talks <br>
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of the work an exquisite linguist who spent hours working to craft just <br>
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the right expression.<br>
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But that’s NOT how it came to be. The story is almost as famous as the <br>
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prayer itself.<br>
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A liturgical committee of The Anglican Church of Aotearoa, New Zealand <br>
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and Polynesia in the South Pacific had been charged with producing a new <br>
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Prayer Book which would reflect both the Anglican heritage which was <br>
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theirs and the culture and flavour of these island peoples. Like all <br>
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such committees, there was a tremendous amount of hard work to be done. <br>
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And there was an incredible amount of tension. At the end of one <br>
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particularly contentious and long day, people decided to call an end to <br>
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that session and take up again in the morning, when emotions might be <br>
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less frayed and a calmer mood might prevail. One of the committee <br>
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members had been doodling on his note pad, as had several others. As <br>
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they all got up to leave, he tore that top sheet off his pad, balled it <br>
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up and dropped it in the waste basket, not without some show of <br>
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exasperation!<br>
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A colleague, walking behind him, stooped down and surreptitiously picked <br>
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up that crushed page, put it in his pocket and set off for his hotel <br>
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room.<br>
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There, in the surroundings of a typical guest room, he smoothed out the <br>
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page and discovered the prayer I just read.<br>
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Such calmness; such trust; such hopefulness – all expressed in words <br>
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that convey a mood of generosity of spirit and love and joy; all written <br>
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as if the author had hardly a care in the world.<br>
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That room – the work session room – must have felt like an oppressive <br>
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cave by the evening hours. But the faith of the prayer spoke of Light, <br>
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of confidence; of trust.<br>
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And that’s what we do here, gathering albeit it in some degree of <br>
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brightness – which will, this year, still be there as we leave this <br>
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building in about another forty-five minutes or so, leaving with joy <br>
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that the meanness, and vindictiveness, and desperation of the past few <br>
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days have been overcome. Not eradicated – that never happens, in this <br>
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life, anyway – but overcome, with firm acknowledgement that nothing is <br>
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so dark that God will not help us to overcome it.<br>
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We’ve listened to readings talking about the promise of creation, then <br>
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the way in which we’ve “violated it, abused one another, and rejected <br>
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God’s love.” 3<br>
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We’ve heard prophets warn of poor behaviour and how that hurts all <br>
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humanity, but the prophets have also spoken of hope and of the love of <br>
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God.<br>
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We’ve lived through the retelling of the worst that humans can do to one <br>
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another, as if it were a news programme<br>
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on TV, bringing the horrors of repression, and revolution, and genocide <br>
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right into our living rooms. We saw Jesus depicted once again as being <br>
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crucified – tortured mercilessly for the sake of making a point about <br>
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rocking the establishment rule.<br>
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We went home on Friday night, and possibly came in this morning, to hear <br>
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of Jesus’ beaten, bloody body placed in the stone cold tomb. Our world <br>
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felt as if it ended in nothingness.<br>
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It’s not hard to put ourselves in the place of the disciples, and to <br>
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despair of Love, of Justice, of Mercy, of Truth ever being the only <br>
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guides by which government throughout the world shall be administered. <br>
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Even those with a little faith admit that we’re made to despair as we <br>
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see Rome’s viciousness repeated again and again.<br>
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Time and again, even at this stage of human life and faith, we’re <br>
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tempted to feel as if darkness once again covered the face of the earth.<br>
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Until we come to the beginning of a new day – the third day, which <br>
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arrives, officially, at sundown. On this Third Day we see where that <br>
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tired writer found the hope to continue with his work. When the Third <br>
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Day’s Light was enough by which to navigate narrow streets, Mary of <br>
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Magdala found that the stone had been wrenched away from that cave and <br>
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Light had flooded in to conquer darkness for all time.<br>
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Mary, in her great pain and despair, sought out that dark spot so that <br>
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she could rest her head against the place where Jesus lay trapped – only <br>
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to discover that God NEVER allows Light to be trapped.<br>
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That was the power of God – to respond to Jesus and to affirm that His <br>
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Life would neither have an end nor be in vain.<br>
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Can we say HOW it happened? No. Faith takes a stab at an explanation, <br>
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but we become poets in the process. We can’t even say WHEN it happened – <br>
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simply sometime in the darkness. And maybe that’s where the key lies. <br>
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When no one can see a way out of being crushed, when everything appears <br>
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taken away from us, that’s when God acts to bring such energy and <br>
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renewal that our breath is taken away and we can scarcely believe our <br>
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eyes.<br>
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When we feel we’ve come to an impossible end, that things can never <br>
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improve, we can never find anything which will make us laugh except out <br>
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of fear and despair – when we think that pain, and loneliness, and <br>
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lovelessness are all that is left to us – THAT’S when God speaks to us <br>
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in such a gentle way that we become convinced that we too will be <br>
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raised. No matter how long the night is, how much doubt and sorrow we <br>
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may have, we’re shown that the dark night of the soul and mind leads to <br>
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the dawn of the Third Day.<br>
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Inexorably, in the vision and design of God:<br>
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The night heralds the dawn.<br>
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Let us look expectantly to a new day,<br>
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new joys,<br>
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new possibilities.<br>
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Amen.<br>
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1 “A New Zealand Prayer Book”, page 184.<br>
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2 A New Zealand Prayer Book/He Karakia Mihinare o Aotearoa, authorized <br>
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by General Synod on 26 May 1988<br>
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3 “Eucharistic Prayer 1: Enriching our Worship 1”. © Church Publishing <br>
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