إينوس سبت أحد مرفع اللحم
- هلمَّ قبلَ الاِنقضاءِ يا جميعَ الإخوةِ نتأمَّلُ تُرابَنا الوضيع، ونرى ضَعفَنا الشديد وانكِسارَ جِبلَتِنا، وَنُعاينُ ما يَنتظرُنا. كيفَ آلاتُ جسدِنا مثلَ الغبارِ تضمحِلّ، وكيف يُصبحُ الإنسانُ باليًا مأكلًا للدود. أينَ جمالُنا؟ أينَ الوجهُ
والعُيونُ واللسان؟ أين الأمجادُ والشرف؟ الكلُّ يَغدو ظِلًّا وهَباء! فلذا أدرِكنا وارثِ لنا أيّها المخلّص.
- علامَ يَشمَخُ الإنسانُ وعلامَ يضطربُ، وهوَ عائدٌ طِينًا بعدَ حِين؟! لِمْ لا يُفكّرُ الترابُ بِحَقارةِ مادَّتِه؟ لِمْ يَنخدعُ ويَزهو بِغَباء؟! لِماذا نَلصَقُ بالتُّراب، وهوَ هَباءٌ وَفساد؟! وَلِمْ لا نتوجَّهُ نحوَ المسيحِ مُسرِعين، نحوَ ضِيائِهِ وحياتِه
العادمةِ الفساد، طارحِينَ عَنّا الفَساد. لأنَّنا غُرِسْنا في المسيح، فَيُسَربِلُ نُفُوسَنا بِمَجدِهِ وَنُورِهِ.
- يا مَن جَبَلتَ آدمَ بِيَدِكَ وَجَعَلْتَهُ بينَ حُدودِ الموتِ وَعَدَمِ الموت، ثُمَّ وهَبْتَهُ الحياةَ مُعيدًا جَبلَتَهُ، أنتَ أيّها المسيحُ رَبُّنا، نَيِّحِ الَّذِينَ نَقَلْتَهُم مِن هذهِ الدُّنيا إليك، واجَعلْهُم معَ المُختارِين، وَاكتُبْهُم في سِفْرِ الحياة، حِينما تَرجِعُ لِتُحاكِمَ كُلَّ جِنسِ الأَنام، وَرَئيسُ الملائكة بِصَوتِ البُوقِ يُرْجِفُ الفضاء. فَلِسُكنى مَلَكُوتِكَ أَهِّلْهم يا إلهَنا.
- إنَّ المسيحَ قامَ وَأَقامَ آدمَ مَعَهُ مِن قُيُودِ المَوتِ دائسًا المَوت، فيا جميعَ المائتين، ماتَ الموتُ فابتَهِجوا، والجحيمُ أيضًا سُبِيَتْ مَعَه. وَكُونوا واثِقِينَ بالمسيح، مانحًا عدمَ الفساد، مَن صُلِبَ وَبَعدَ الموتِ قامَ بِقُدرَةِ اللاهوت. هذا يُنهِضُنا وَيَمنَحُنا القيامةَ وَيُنيرُ بِلَمَعانِ مَجدِه مَن كانَ ثابِتًا على الإيمان، ويَقبَلُهُ في المجدِ حَيثُ البَهجةُ والحُبُور.
O all ye brethren, come before the end, * and seeing that we are earth, * and considering how weak our nature is, * how mean and worthless is our state, * let us now look upon our end, * and the organs of this vessel of the flesh. * Let us consider how man is dust, * corruption and the food of worms; * our bones are dry, with no breath of life: * come let us look upon the tombs: * Where is the glory now? * Where the beauty and the comeliness of form? * Where the tongue speaking sweetly? * Where is the eyebrow or the eye itself? * All is shadow. All is dust. * Hence, spare and save us all, O Savior Christ.
Wherefore doth man deceive himself and boast * and trouble himself in vain, * man of clay that soon shall be no more than clay? Why doth this earth consider not * that his whole lump is formed of dust, * dregs of rottenness, corruption and decay? * Ye men, if we then are nought but clay, * why are we stuck fast to the earth? * If we were planted with Christ in truth, * why do we not run unto Him, * leaving this life behind * which is perishing and fleeteth fast away, * but the rather pursuing * that incorruptible and blessed life, * which in truth is Christ Himself, * Christ, the illumination of our souls?
Thou Who didst fashion Adam with Thy hand * and set him between these twain, * incorruption
and mortality, O Lord; * and off-ring him the life in grace, * from corruption didst set him free *
by translating him to that first life he had: * Do Thou Thyself kindly show Thy grace * unto Thy
servants, O our Lord, * whom Thou hast taken hence to Thyself * and give them rest with all the
just * where all the chosen dance; * write their names, O Savior, in the Book of Life; * when the
mighty archangel * shall sound his trump, and Thou dost raise them up, * then account the worthy
of * Thy Kingdom of the Heavens in that day.
Christ God is risen and hath loosed the bonds * of Adam the first-formed man * and destroyed the strength of Hades by His might. * Take courage, therefore, all ye dead; * death itself hath been put to death * and with him, Hades is utterly despoiled; * and Christ doth reign, Who was crucified *
and is arisen from the dead; * and He Himself hath bestowed on us the incorruption of the flesh, *
and He doth raise us up * and doth give the Resurrection unto us, * and doth make them all worthy
of both the glory and the joy thereof * who with strong and fervent faith * have all-unswervingly
believed in Him.
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