On Holy Saturday · §1 · Amphilochius of Iconium

The feast of the tomb and the hidden despoiling of Hades

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The preacher opens the homily for Holy Saturday, addressing the congregation as they celebrate the burial feast while Christ is below among the dead.

Today we celebrate a funeral feast for our Saviour. He is below among the dead, loosening the bonds of death, filling Hades with light, and waking those who have fallen asleep, while we dance above the earth, imagining the resurrection. We do not fear that decay will prevail over incorruption, for the prophet says, “You will not let your holy one see decay” (Psalm 16:10). Perhaps the Jews and the Greeks laugh at our wisdom: the Jews because they wait for another Christ, the Greeks because they have shut up their hopes in tombs. Of them the prophet rightly says, “Their tombs are their houses forever” (Psalm 49:11). But those who laugh will groan—later they will groan when they see the one they pierced and insulted. As for us, let us mix the passion with pleasure as we weep.

Death seized the master Christ, but it will not keep life with itself. It swallowed without knowing, but it will vomit out many along with him. Christ is held willingly now; after this day he will strip Hades and rise. Yesterday, when he was crucified, he darkened the sun, and night came in the middle of the day. Today death is undone, having received a strange corpse. Yesterday creation mourned when it saw the madness of the Jews and put on darkness as a garment of grief. Today the people sitting in darkness have seen a great light (Isaiah 9:2).

Greek

In diem sabbati sancti Ἀμφιλοχίου ἐπισκόπου Ἰκονίου λόγος τῷ ἁγίῳ σαββάτῳ. Ἐπιτάφιον ἑορτὴν τοῦ σωτῆρος ἡμῶν ἑορτάζομεν σήμερον. Καὶ ὁ μὲν παρὰ τοῖς νεκροῖς κάτω τοῦ θανάτου τὰ δεσμὰ διαλύων καὶ φωτὸς τὸν ᾅδην πληρῶν καὶ ἀφυπνίζων τοὺς κεκοιμημένους, ἡμεῖς δὲ χορεύομεν ὑπὲρ γῆν τὴν ἀνάστασιν φανταζόμενοι καὶ οὐ δεδοίκαμεν τὴν φθοράν, μὴ κατισχύσῃ τῆς ἀφθαρσίας. Οὐ δώσεις γάρ, φησίν, τὸν ὅσιόν σου ἰδεῖν διαφθοράν. Καὶ ἴσως ἡμῶν τὴν φιλοσοφίαν γελῶσι Ἰουδαῖοι καὶ Ἕλληνες· οἱ μὲν ἕτερον Χριστὸν προσδεχόμενοι, οἱ δὲ τάφοις ἐναποκλείσαντες αὐτῶν τὰς ἐλπίδας, περὶ ὧν εἰκότως ὁ προφήτης φησίν· Οἱ τάφοι αὐτῶν οἰκίαι αὐτῶν εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα. Ἀλλ' οἱ μὲν γελῶντες στενάζουσι–στενάξουσι γὰρ ὕστερον ὁρῶντες εἰς ὃν ἐξεκέντησαν καὶ ἐξύβρισαν–, ἡμεῖς δὲ δακρύοντες ἡδονῇ τὸ πάθος κεράσωμεν. Ἥρπασεν ὁ θάνατος τὸν δεσπότην Χριστόν, ἀλλ' οὐ καθέξει παρ' ἑαυτῷ τὴν ζωήν. Κατέπιεν ἀγνοήσας, ἀλλ' ἐξεμέσει πολλοὺς σὺν αὐτῷ. Ἑκὼν κατέχεται νῦν, μετὰ ταύτην τὴν ἡμέραν σκυλεύσας τὸν ᾅδην ἀνίσταται. Χθὲς ἠμαύρωσε τὸν ἥλιον σταυρωθεὶς καὶ μεσούσης ἡμέρας ἐπεισῆλθεν νύξ, σήμερον ὁ θάνατος παραλύεται ξένον νεκρὸν εἰσδεξάμενος. Χθὲς ἐπένθησεν ἡ κτίσις τὴν τῶν Ἰουδαίων μανίαν ὁρῶσα καὶ στολὴν πενθικὴν τὸ σκότος ἐνεδύσατο, σήμερον ὁ λαὸς ὁ καθήμενος ἐν σκότει φῶς εἶδε μέγα.

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