This weekend, I am staying at the hotel near my church so I won't have to drive home at night. This is our Orthodox Holy Week. To get down here, I have to drive one hour on the freeway and as you know, the closer you get to the city, the more cars nervously zip around you. It gets frantic sometimes. I used to come down here more often before Covid (weekly for church) and drive back when it was still daylight. But Holy Week has a different time schedule of its own. There are daily morning and evening services. Sometimes there are three services in one day!
Last night, I sang in the church choir (something I used to do weekly in the past) and we sang the lamentations which are a beautiful tradition on Good Friday. I always cry at some point while singing them because they are poetic and describe Jesus's death, etc. Normally, we walk around the church chanting with lit candles and following the Epitaphio which is covered with flowers (the Epitaphio symbolizes the tomb of Christ). But it was raining, so we stayed in.
Here is the music from a recording by a famous Greek singer:
Of course, this is a solo singer, whereas as a choir, we have the sopranos, altos, and basses. I don't have the words in English, so I looked them up so you get an idea what they are singing about:
Good Friday LAMENTATIONS (Eggomia in Greek)
First 3 stanzas:
In a grave they laid Thee,
yet, O Christ Thou art Life,
and the armies of the angels beheld amazed, giving glory that
Thou chose to condescend.
How, O Life, dost Thou die?
How dost Thou dwell entombed,
Who hast slashed through all the bonds in the
realm of death,
and hast raised the dead in Hades from their
graves?
We, O Lord, exalt Thee,
O Christ Jesus, our King,
and we venerate
Thy Passion and burial through which
Thou hast brought redemption
from our sins.
These are the stanzas (12- 15) that always make me cry when I sing them (because I picture the Virgin Mary losing her son):
When Thy mother saw Thee
brought to slaughter, O Lamb,
she was stabbed with painful torment; her
anguished sobs
called the flock to join her bitter cries of grief.
“Woe is me!” the Virgin
mourned through heart-breaking sobs.
“Thou art, Jesus, my most precious, beloved
Son!
Gone is my light, and the Light of all the
world!”
“God and Word eternal,
O my Gladness and Joy!
How shall I endure Thy three days inside the
tomb
when my heart is breaking with a mother’s
grief?”
“Who will give me water,
and a fountain of tears,”
cried the Virgin Bride of God in her deep
despair,
“that in grief for my sweet Jesus I might weep.”
But I wipe my own tears after the singing is done, because I know there is a happy ending.
Tonight, I will be going to the church service around 10 where I will be singing once more in the choir. In Greek, we say
Kali Anastasi! which means a good resurrection. After tonight's service, for several days, we say Christos Anesti! Christ has risen!