This Daily Devotion is to help our members and others reflect on the understanding of Christian service to our Lord.
Devotion for Friday, November 8, 2019
The Rt. Rev. Archimandrite, Msgr. George Appleyard
All Souls’ Day in the West
An Invitation to Prayer
The souls of the righteous are in the hands of God,
and no torment will ever touch them.
—In the eyes of the foolish it seemed they died,
. . . but their hope is full of immortality. (Wis Sol 3:1,2,4b)
Come, let us approach the source of our hope!
The days of our lifetime? Seventy years;
for those who are vigorous, eighty;
and most of these are toil and trouble,
for weakness overtakes us,
and we are chastened.
Who knows the force of your anger,
and the terror of your wrath
so as to respect your right hand?
Teach us to manage our days
to bring us wisdom of heart.
How long before you turn around, O Lord,
and relieve your servants?
Fill us with your kindness in the morning,
that we may be happy and glad.
Let us be happy every day
for all the days when you humbled us—
years when we saw misfortune.
Look upon your servants and you works,
and guide their children.
And let the light of the Lord our God be upon us,
and direct the works of our hands for us.
Part of the Deathbed Prayer of St. Macrina, sister of St. Basil.
You, O Lord, have freed us from the fear of death. You have made the end of this life the beginning of real life for us. For awhile you will rest our bodies in sleep and awaken them again at the last trumpet. You give our dust, which you fashioned with your own hands, back to the earth to keep it safely. Some day you will take up again what you have given, transfiguring our mortal and unsightly remains with immortality and grace. Give me an angel of light to conduct me to the refreshing place by the restful waters, in the bosom of the holy patriarchs. Do not let the terrible chasm separate me from your elect, nor Satan stand in my way to prevent me, nor let my sin be found before your eyes. If I, led astray by the weakness of our nature, have sinned in anything, in word or deed or thought, forgive me, O you who have power on earth to forgive sins, so that I may be refreshed and may be found in your presence with no defilement on my soul when I put off my body. But may my soul be received into your hands as a spotless and undefiled offering presented to you.
A Prayer for the deceased of the Order
Give rest to the souls of our departed colleagues in the gathering of the saints, O Christ, where there is no pain, no grief and no anxiety, but only endless life. Let perpetual light shine upon them, and may their souls—and all the souls of the faithful departed—rest in peace. Amen.