Holy Myrrhbearing Women Mark 15:43-16:8
As the memory of the paschal celebration fades in the days and weeks following the feast, we are offered in the Myrrhbearing Woman an image—a living icon—of paschal wonder, ecstatic wonder. If we listen attentively to the magnificent hymns of the Pentacostarian, we can hear the angelic announcement they heard and share the wonder that was theirs. In the midst of our ordinariness—shopping, taking the kids to school, fussing with the computer, sitting through office meetings, fighting traffic, or battling anxieties in the middle of the night—in the midst of it, that image of the Myrrhbearing Women extends an invitation. It calls us to step out of ourselves for a while, and with them to enter the tomb where Jesus was laid out in death. It calls us to contemplate the ineffable mystery of the empty shroud, together with the angelic proclamation, “He is not here, He is risen!” (John Breck, Longing for God)
BEFORE THE DAWN, THE MYRRHBEARING WOMEN SOUGHT, AS THOSE WHO SEEK THE DAY, THEIR SUN, WHO WAS BEFORE THE SUN YET HAD DESCENDED TO THE GRAVE,AND THEY CRIED TO EACH OTHER: O FRIENDS, COME, LET US ANOINT WITH SPICES HIS LIFE-BEARING YET BURIED BODY, THE FLESH WHICH RAISED FALLEN ADAM AND NOW LIES IN THE TOMB. LET US ASSEMBLE, AND LIKE THE MAGI, LET US HASTEN AND LET US WORSHIP! LET US BRING MYRRH AS A GIFT TO HIM WHO IS WRAPPED NOW, NOT IN SWADDLING CLOTHES, BUT IN A WINDING SHEET. LET US LAMENT AND CRY:LET US LAMENT AND CRY: ARISE, O MASTER! AND BESTOW RESURRECTION ON THE FALLEN! (Ikos from Matins)