Lazarus Saturday is, liturgically speaking, an extraordinary day in the Orthodox Church. Lent has ended. Holy Week is not yet here. And in the time between Lent and Holy Week, when time pauses, we sing, “By raising Lazarus from the dead before Thy passion, Thou didst confirm the universal resurrection, O Christ God.”
The Liturgy for Lazarus Saturday is most emphatically a celebration of life, of resurrection. It is a Sunday liturgy, a “little Pascha.” Ordinary time, time according to the clock and the calendar, is becoming unsettled. On Lazarus Saturday, we wait for the fullness of time.
On Lazarus Saturday, I find myself thinking back to my freshman year in college. I had received some minor awards at the Southern Literary Festival. In honor of that achievement, my creative writing professor gave me a copy of Poems by C.S. Lewis.
I was, at that time, mostly familiar with Lewis through his academic writings. I had read Mere Christianity, I think. But I hadn’t yet read the Narnia books, and I certainly hadn’t read his greatest work, Til We Have Faces.
But, with this gift from my professor, I fell in love with Lewis’s poetry. He didn’t think much of his own poetry, and critics haven’t treated it kindly. His poetry was old-fashioned even when he was writing it. But I’m not sure it was ever as old-fashioned as his critics alleged. His use of meter, his ability to control the speed of a poetic line, is masterful. He uses enjambment with abandon. He tells old stories, and makes them fresh and strong and young.
And every year on Lazarus Saturday, I find myself thinking of this brief poem by Lewis. Not for its poetic merits (although I do think those are considerable), but because I find the thought of this dialog so moving.
Stephen to Lazarus
But was I the first martyr, who
Gave up no more than life, while you,
Already free among the dead,
Your rags stripped off, your fetters shed,
Surrendered what all other men
Irrevocably keep, and when
Your battered ship at anchor lay
Seemingly safe in the dark bay
No ripple stirs, obediently
Put out a second time to sea
Well knowing that your death (in vain
Died once) must all be died again?
The icon of the Raising of Lazarus is by the hand of Matushka Andrea Ward. She was an iconographer, an artist, and an artisan, a woman given to hospitality and generosity. May her memory be eternal.
Read More
Like Jonah on the Third Day: Although Jonah is officially commemorated in September, I always think of Holy Saturday as being his feastday.
Celebrating Pascha, the Queen and Lady of Days: Some thoughts on why our celebration of Pascha is so over-the-top, and why we celebrate in the middle of the night.
The Second Death of Lazarus: Take the time to sit with this long and haunting poem by Nicholas Samaras.
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These delightfully diverse books provide disability representation (Elizabeth, one of the main characters, is an ambulatory wheelchair user). They also give Orthodox Christian children the rare opportunity to see themselves in books, and children who are not Orthodox the chance to see cultural practices they may not be familiar with.
Catherine’s Pascha
FINALIST IN THE 2015 USA BEST BOOK AWARDS
Catherine doesn’t like vegetables. She doesn’t like naps. She doesn’t like it when her mom combs her hair. She loves hot dogs, chocolate cake, and her best friend, Elizabeth. Most of all, she loves Pascha! Pascha, the Orthodox Christian Easter, is celebrated in the middle of the night, with processions and candles and bells and singing. And Catherine insists that she’s not a bit sleepy.
Celebrate the joy of Pascha through the magic of a book: Catherine’s Pascha. Available on Amazon, Bookshop.org, and my webstore.
The Saint Nicholas Day Snow
Shoes or stockings? Horse or sleigh? Does St. Nicholas visit on December 6 or on Christmas Eve? Will a little girl’s prayer be answered? When Elizabeth has to stay at Catherine’s house, she’s worried about her grandmother, and worried that St. Nicholas won’t find her. The grownups, though, are worried about snow.
Celebrate the wonder of St. Nicholas Day through the magic of a book: The Saint Nicholas Day Snow. Available on Amazon, Bookshop.org, or my webstore.