Last night, my DH took us to church for the Thursday Canon of St Andrew of Crete.
This is the first time in 13 years of being Orthodox that I have ever been able to go, due to my beloved DH working away all week in previous years, and being dependent on non-existent public transport after 6 pm.
Now he has reduced his hours, he is home with the car on Thursday and Friday, so we went last night.
I repeat: Wow.
In order to conserve our unwell Presvytera`s voice for the chanting of the canon proper, Father delegated me as Reader for the Little Compline service.
Now, I have never read out loud before in church, so this was a novel experience for me. My DH assures me that it all went fine, and so does DD1.
It was an amazing and sobering experience, to be doing something *for* the Church by helping to lead the prayers. Presvytera stood near me and showed me what I needed to do, and when.
I cannot believe I did it, and I am glad it was sprung on me literally less than a minute before the service started, so I had no time to panic or to make an excuse to avoid it, which is what I would normally have thought about doing.
It truly was a sobering yet joyful responsibility to do the reading
I even survived the prostrations, but oh my ! This morning I felt like my back had been kicked by a mule. I am so stiff it is not true. :-)
How you all feel if you have been to the canon each evening this week, I cannot imagine....
I salute you !
Spiritual aerobics....wonderful stuff for body and soul.
Sure beats just exercise for the body !!