2nd February 2012, 01:56 PM
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Candlemas: The Feast of the Presentation...
Illumination: Feast of the Presentation
And his father and his mother marveled at what was said about him; and Simeon blessed them and said to Mary his mother, “Behold, this child is destined to be the rise and the fall of many in Israel, and a sign that is spoken against (and a sword will pierce through your own soul also), that thoughts out of many hearts may be revealed.”It is odd that this feastday
The Gospel According to Luke, Chapter 2
-The Feast of the Presentation of Christ- (which as Deacon Greg explains, is also called “Candlemas”
because it is the day when the candles used throughout the liturgical year are blessed) is actually one of my favorite days of all, and yet I have seldom written about it.
Back when I was young and discerning a religious vocation I would sometimes wonder what name-in-religion I would get (it’s not an uncommon wondering during discernment), and I always hoped that, whatever my name would be, my title would be “of the Presentation.”
Continued- Illumination: Feast of the Presentation
It’s not because I ever thought of myself as much of a presentment of Christ — God forbid such a thought — but because I loved the illumination
of the day, and the setting. Christ is carried into the temple: the Theotokos (the God-bearer) carries within her arms the Light
, which is immediately recognized and proclaimed by both man
(dear Simeon, who gives us our great prayer before sleep
) and woman
, Anna (who I like to think of as the first female monastic). Already, in this small scene, we see that he is truly — as the angels said at his Nativity — a light “for all
the people,” from prophets to lowly widows.
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Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.