I was thankful to be able to hear and see most of the service tonight. We had some doors open to catch the breeze and so when I had to stand on the porch with Mittens I could still see in, hear, and sing bits from memory. (Pictures 4-6 were my view.) And it was such a blessing to have friends visiting who were able to come participate with us.
With my whole heart, I cried unto the compassionate God: and He heard me, and He lifted up my soul from the depths of hell and corruption.
-Canon of St. Andrew of Crete, ode 6, irmos