
As we stand on the threshold of the Lord’s Ascension, and finish our Paschal season, I have been reflecting on what in many respects has been the most beautiful Holy Week and Pascha I have celebrated, yet if I am being honest, I say this every year. Indeed The wonder that filled my heart at my first Holy Week and Pascha, celebrated 47 years ago in a small Russian-speaking parish (where I didn’t know what was going on) has never stoped. Regardless of the setting; whether it was after serving Holy Week and Pascha in a converted living room littered with sleeping children at a tiny mission, or my first Holy Week and Pascha as a newly ordained deacon (where I didn’t know whether I was coming or going) or even my first Holy Week and sunrise Paschal service at St. Nicholas (still not knowing whether I was coming or going), there has been the feeling that “this is the most beautiful Holy Week and Pascha I have ever served”
I found myself wondering why every past Holy Week and Pascha felt as fresh as this year’s Holy Week and Pascha services. What I came to realise was that what made this year’s particular Holy Week and Pascha celebration so “special,” was that I gained a deeper understanding of the “beauty” that is conveyed in the scriptures, hymns, offerings, and reality of what the Lord was and is doing for me, and all humanity.
Although much of my life and ministry has been formed around the principle of “beauty,” I don’t think I have really done more than take it at face value – that is, something is beautiful because it is beautiful. I suppose this approach could be understood exclusively as being subjective, independent of context, purpose, or its creator(s), and that isn’t necessarily wrong. However, the beauty expressed in the life of the Church, through image, sound or movement – a beauty that touches the soul – conveys something greater and beyond itself. This “beyond beauty” is the divine context: a manifestation of the Lord’s eternal and saving love. This “beyond beauty” is its divine purpose: our transformative participation in that saving love. This “beyond beauty” is the divine Creator Himself: whom we love because “He first loved us” (1 Jn. 4:8).
If it were not, then any expression of our faith through beauty (let alone our faith itself) might as well be as subjective as anything else… or I might as well be a goldfish forgetting everything the moment it passes. But thankfully, I’m not a goldfish, and the Holy Week and Paschal services revealed (and reveal) something “beyond beauty” eternally, stretching from the past, to the present, and even into the future.
The warmth of candle light, servers, vestments, singing, reading, bay leaves, rose water, priests, deacons and servers – all those elements marking Holy Week and Pascha, indeed manifested something inherently beautiful… because they were, without a doubt beautiful. Yet through the commitment, labour, and offerings of the clergy, choir, servers, council, and faithful of our blessed community (and I would suppose every Church) I was able to understand that beauty with all the more awe and wonder. To be sure, I don’t know if I would have ever realized any of this if I hadn’t caught a horrible cold and lost my voice this year. For the first time in my life, I had to voluntarily take a step back (or at least try to) and although still serving (although I could only manage a few exclamations, sounding like a frog) I had the opportunity to pay attention to what was going on in the services and what everyone else around me was doing.
I observed our council and members arranging and facilitating the many moving parts of our beautiful services and functions: revealing something more beautiful than any organic beauty or purpose. I listened as our choir sang those beautiful hymns and scriptures: transforming them into something more beautiful than any music or poetry. I saw that the Lord was being beautifully served by our clergy and servers (compensating for what I was not able to do): actualising something more beautiful and rich than the most majestic and royal services. Lastly but more importantly, I was moved by the beautiful witness of our Church, packed with families offering themselves as a“living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God” (Rm. 12:1), as being something more beautiful than the affirmation of our efforts: the embodiment of what we truly are – a “new creation”(Gal. 6:15) having been “united together in the likeness of His death”, and striving to “the likeness of His resurrection” (Rm. 6:5).
If this is not what Holy Week and Pascha are about, then all those past 47 Holy Week and Paschal services – however beautiful as they might have been – amount to nothing more than simple nostalgia or a fleeting memory. If that is the case, then I truly am no better than a goldfish. But if I strive to encounter that which is “beyond beauty” and recognise its eternal context, purpose and creator in the saving love of the Lord, then there is no reason why every Holy Week and Pascha can’t ever be anything less than “the most beautiful Holy Week and Pascha ever.”
May the joy of the Risen Lord, who has trampled down death by death, and bestowed life upon those in the tombs, bless the work of Fr. Stephen, Deacons Greg, John and Nikita, Lisa and our amazing choir, Fadi and Matushka Robyn, Natalia and Raymond, and our council, our servers and faithful members and friends, with the unbounded joy that I experienced this past Holy Week and Pascha!
Truly “this was the most beautiful Holy Week and Pascha ever”.
Christ is Risen!














































































