The great Triduum, the awe-inspiring Three Days that changed everything, is upon us. The Pascha, the Passover of the Lord, is upon us.
Tonight’s Liturgy of the Lord’s Supper sets the stage, in a most mind-blowing manner, for the catastrophic effects of the Pascha on creation: God in Christ re-speaks, subverts, transforms and transfigures creation by taking it up into himself; by inviting the old creation to become new in him; by drawing the smoldering embers of our dying world into the fiery hearth of his divine-human Heart; by shaking the foundations of the cosmos, transubstantiating the matter of this creation into God’s own Flesh and Blood.
Eat with trembling, and drink in awe as you grant Christ full access to work this work in you; and remember what Anne Dillard warned us of…On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of the conditions. Does any-one have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing up a batch of TNT to kill a Sunday morning. It is madness to wear ladies’ straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews. For the sleeping god may wake some day and take offense, or the waking god may draw us out to where we can never return.