(This is the setting I’m accustomed to.) We sang it for the first time yesterday, the Sunday of the Prodigal Son.
“How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?”
As exiles from Paradise we are living in a strange land. This year I really do feel like I’m having trouble singing in a strange land. It’s as if I were living in Paradise before my sons died. Now I’m acutely aware that while they are in Paradise, I am not. It’s dreadfully hard to sing when I am apart from them. Pascha, the reunion with Paradise, is what we are moving toward during Lent. Our entire life is a Lenten struggle, hopefully culminating in the entry into eternal Pascha, Paradise.
Nice posts about this:
Fr. Stephen (Glory to God for All Things)
Homily by Met. Anthony of Sourozh (+2003)
Mystagogy
PDF of music (in English): Angelfire
Praying With My Feet 
I love the Resurrection Icon, of Christ pulling Adam and Eve out of hell. In these places of suffering, we are not abandoned. Love to you.
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beautiful choir! What a blessing to your community
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That's not our choir. I think it may be from a parish in TX but I may be wrong. There wasn't any identifying information on Youtube.
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Beautiful!
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Mat. Anna,
As we inch our way ever closer to the Great Fast, you've been in my prayers…
Lord, have mercy…
sending love…
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Thank you, Nonna. And you in mine.
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