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Comment from Sam Granger:
This morning I chanted my first Orthodox funeral. It was for someone who I never met, but he was loved by people I love. After we had chanted all the troparia and litanies, the service book read, "The priest then, in the form of a Cross, strews earth and pours oil upon the body, saying: The earth is the Lord's, and the fullness thereof: the round world, and they that dwell therein." I remember looking at the pristine floors of the church and thinking: what, real dirt? Is this a figure of speech? A symbolic or poetic gesture? Before I could even finish that thought, the priest stepped aside from the coffin and I saw a cross of earth and oil on this man's chest. The liturgies of my church constantly surprise me and sometimes scandalize me with real dirt, real oil, real bread, real wine, real eggs, real grapes, real basil, bay leaves, roses and carnations, real hunger during a fast, real vigils that really last all night, real spit really spat on the Devil, real kisses for icons and one another, real prostrations, and—on days like today—real tears. It reminds me of all the things a real life is made of. Memory eternal, Herman.
Mary and Terrence are on the blog tonight!
Mary and Terrence.
Mary and Terrence ❤️ from their wedding last night
Comment from Sarah Hanson:
May 27th, 2017. The day I married the sprinkles to my ice cream! 👰🏼🤵🏻