The Church's festal joy and new worship
Epiphanius continues his festal address to the Church, celebrating her as the paradise where Christ dwells and contrasting her new spiritual worship with the old idolatry.
She keeps a feast of feasts, holding in her midst the King of the angels as both bridegroom and king. She keeps the feast like a fruitful olive tree in the house of God, decking herself without shedding leaves. She keeps the feast like a spring lily of paradise, in whom Christ is the truly flourishing lily, the lily that does not merely bloom but saves the world. In her is Christ, the violet that truly heals the sufferings of the sick. In her is the vineyard that says, “I am the true vine” (John 15:1). In her is the olive tree that truly has mercy on those who hope in him. In her the eternal branch has blossomed from the root of Jesse, untilled and undug by any human sowing (Isaiah 11:1). In her is the ever-flowing spring. In her are not Pishon, Gihon, Tigris, and Euphrates, but Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, watering the paradise of Christ’s Church.
Here today all of us young people, like a fruitful olive tree holding the olives, ask for the merciful Christ. Planted in the house of the Lord, blossoming in springtime in his courts, we keep the feast as we watch the winter of the law withdraw. Keep the feast, Church of Christ, not in type, not in a bodily way, but dancing in a spiritual chorus. Keep the feast as you watch the downfall of idols and hold the rising of the churches. For with Paul I cry out to you with that sacred and great voice: “The old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new” (2 Corinthians 5:17), and indeed marvelous things. Therefore rejoice in the Lord, young people of Christ, rejoice! Rejoice, Church of Christ; be glad and make merry, daughter of God. For all your glory is like that of a daughter of the king, Christ, from within and from without. No longer are you husbandless, but you blossom with God as your husband. No longer are you at God’s left hand because of idolatry, but at his right hand, adorned because of the knowledge of God. No longer are you stained with the blood of slaves, but sealed with divine blood. No longer do you worship Bel, but Emmanuel. No longer do you glorify the Troad, but the Trinity. No longer do you honor Plato, but our almighty God. No longer do you honor Heracles the averter of evil, but the Paraclete and Maker of all things. You no longer revere Aristotle who made you wise, but God who has saved you to the ends of the ages. Kronos has fallen, because God the Word has become flesh, not from a man’s passion, but appearing in divine-human fashion from Mary. See the grace of the day! See the splendor of the feast!
Rejoice then and be glad, daughter Zion; make merry and exult, all the Church of God. Lift up your eyes round about and see your children of the nations gathered together, once scattered (Isaiah 60:4). See the joyful acclamation of the feast! See the harmony of the people! See every tongue joined in one doxology! See every mouth as one mouth! See the nations that were once wild beasts now sheep within you! See the acclamation of the nations keeping feast, an imitation of the angels! See the harmony, the chorus of the angels! See the ranks like orders of angels! I see the hymns like the hymns of angels. I see the children like newborn lambs, saying to Christ, “Hosanna in the highest, blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!” Clap your hands loudly with them and cry out with a bright and lion-like voice, speaking festal words and thanksgivings: “Here am I and the children whom God has given me” (Isaiah 8:18), to her who was once childless and unknown, a barren woman. Blessed is he who came, and indeed who comes, in the name of the Lord. "God is the Lord, and he has appeared to us" (Psalm 117:27 (118:27)). He who comes, whom no place contains; he who comes, whom no place holds. Blessed is he who comes and is not separated from the heavens. Blessed is he who comes as befits himself, and again who comes as befits God. Blessed is he who came to me on a colt in a figure, as on a cherubic colt.
Greek
Ἑορτάζει ἑορτῶν ἑορτὰς, τὸν βασιλέα τῶν ἀσωμάτων ἐν
αὐτῇ ἐν μέσῳ ὡς νυμφίον ἔχουσα ὁμοῦ τε καὶ βασιλέα· ἑορτάζει ἑορτὰς, ὡς ἐλαία κατάκαρπος ἐν τῷ οἴκῳ τοῦ Θεοῦ ἀφυλλοῤῥόως πυκάζουσα· ἑορτάζει ἑορτὰς, ὡς κρίνον ἐαρινὸν παραδείσου ὑπάρχουσα ἐν ᾗ Χριστὸς, τὸ ὄντως εὐθαλὲς κρίνον, τὸ μὴ ‹43.432› κρῖνον, ἀλλὰ σῶζον τὸν κόσμον. Ἐν ᾗ Χριστὸς, τὸ ἴον τὸ ὄντως ἰώμενον τὰ πάθη τῶν νοσούντων· ἐν ᾗ ὁ ἀμπελὼν, ὁ λέγων· Ἐγώ εἰμι ἡ ἄμπελος ἡ ἀληθινή· ἐν ᾗ ὁ ἐλαιὼν, ὁ ὄντως ἐλεῶν τοὺς ἐλπίζοντας ἐπ' αὐτόν· ἐν ᾗ ὁ τῆς ῥίζης Ἰεσσαὶ ἐβλάστησε κλάδος ὁ προαιώνιος, ἀγεωργήτως καὶ ἀνορύκτως τῆς ἀνθρωπίνης σπορᾶς· ἐν ᾗ ἡ πηγὴ ἡ ἀένναος· ἐν ᾗ οὐ Φυσὼν, Γεὼν, Τίγρις, Εὐφράτης, ἀλλὰ Ματθαῖος, Μάρκος, Λουκᾶς, καὶ Ἰωάννης, οἱ τοῦ Χριστοῦ τῆς Ἐκκλησίας ποτίζοντες παράδεισον. Ἔνθα πᾶσα σήμερον νεολαία, ὡς ἐλαία κατάκαρπος τὰς ἐλαίας κατέχοντες, τὸν ἐλεήμονα αἰτοῦμεν Χριστόν· πεφυτευμένοι ἐν οἴκῳ Κυρίου, ἐν ταῖς αὐλαῖς αὐτοῦ ἐαρινῶς ἐξανθοῦντες, ἑορτάζομεν ἑορτὴν, τὸν χειμῶνα τὸν νομικὸν ὑποχωρήσαντα βλέποντες. Ἑόρταζε, Χριστοῦ Ἐκκλησία, οὐ τυπικῶς, οὐ σωματικῶς, ἀλλὰ πνευματικῶς ἐγχορεύουσα. Ἑόρταζε ἑορτὰς, τὴν τῶν εἰδώλων κατάπτωσιν βλέπουσα, καὶ τῶν ἐκκλησιῶν τὴν ἀνάστασιν ἔχουσα. Μετὰ γὰρ Παύλου βοῶ σοι τῆς ἱερᾶς καὶ μεγάλης φωνῆς· Τὰ ἀρχαῖα παρῆλθον· ἰδοὺ γέγονε τὰ πάντα καινά· ἀλλὰ μὴν καὶ παράδοξα. ∆ιὸ χαίρετε ἐν Κυρίῳ, Χριστοῦ νεολαία, χαίρετε· χαίροις Χριστοῦ Ἐκκλησία, τέρπου καὶ εὐφραίνου, θύγατερ Θεοῦ. Σοῦ γὰρ πᾶσα ἡ δόξα, ὡς θυγατρὸς τοῦ βασιλέως Χριστοῦ ἔσωθεν ὁμοῦ τε καὶ ἔξωθεν· οὐκέτι χήρανδρος, ἀλλὰ θέανδρος ἐξανθοῦσα· οὐκέτι ἐξ εὐωνύμων Θεοῦ διὰ τὴν εἰδωλολατρείαν, ἀλλ' ἐκ δεξιῶν παρισταμένη, καὶ κεκοσμημένη διὰ τὴν θεογνωσίαν· οὐκέτι αἵματι δουλικῷ φυρωμένη, ἀλλὰ αἵματι θεϊκῷ σφραγιζομένη· οὐκέτι τὸν Ὠβὴλ, ἀλλὰ τὸν Ἐμμανουὴλ σέβουσα· οὐκέτι τὴν Τρωάδα, ἀλλὰ τὴν Τριάδα δοξάζουσα· οὐκέτι τιμῶσα τὸν Πλάτωνα, ἀλλὰ τὸν παντοκράτορα Θεὸν ἡμῶν· οὐκέτι Ἡρακλῆ τὸν ἀλεξίκακον, ἀλλὰ τὸν Παράκλητον καὶ πάντων ποιητήν. Οὐκέτι προσκυνεῖς Ἀριστοτέλην σοφίσαντα, ἀλλὰ Θεὸν τὸν εἰς τέλη τῶν αἰώνων σε σώσαντα. Πέπτωκε Κρόνος, ὅτι σεσάρκωται Θεὸς Λόγος· οὐ μὴν ἀνδρὸς ἐκ παθείας, ἀλλὰ θεανδρικῶς ἐκ Μαρίας ἐπιφανείς. Ὁρᾶτε τῆς ἡμέρας τὴν χάριν· ὁρᾶτε τῆς ἑορτῆς τὴν λαμπρότητα. Χαίρου τοίνυν καὶ εὐφραίνου, θύγατερ Σιὼν, τέρπου καὶ ἀγάλλου, πᾶσα ἡ Ἐκκλησία τοῦ Θεοῦ· Ἄρον κύκλῳ τοὺς ὀφθαλμούς σου, καὶ ἴδε συνηγμένα τά ποτε διεσκορπισμένα τῶν ἐθνῶν τέκνα σου. Ἴδε τῆς ἑορτῆς τὴν εὐφημίαν· ἴδε τοῦ λαοῦ τὴν συμφωνίαν, ἴδε πᾶσαν γλῶσσαν εἰς μίαν δόξαν, ἴδε ἅπαν στόμα ὡς ἓν στόμα, ἴδε τὰ πρὶν θήρεθνα ἐν σοὶ τυγχάνοντα πρόβατα, ἴδε ἐθνῶν ἑορταζόντων ἐπιφήμισμα, ἀγγελικῶν ἀσωμάτων ὑπάρχον τὸ μίμημα, ‹43.433› ἴδε συμφωνίαν, ἀσωμάτων χοροστασίαν, ἴδε στάσεις ὡς ἀγγέλων τάξεις. Ὁρῶ τοὺς ὕμνους ὡς ἀγγέλων ὕμνους, ὁρῶ τοὺς παῖδας ὡς νεοφύτους ἄρνας, Ὡσαννὰ ἐν τοῖς ὑψίστοις, εὐλογημένος ὁ ἐρχόμενος, Χριστῷ λέγοντας, μεθ' ὧν κροτήσασα μέγα τῇ χειρὶ βόησον λαμπρᾷ καὶ λεοντιαίᾳ τῇ φωνῇ, ἐφεόρτιά τε ὁμοῦ καὶ εὐχαριστήρια λέγουσα· Ἰδοὺ ἐγὼ καὶ τὰ παιδία, ἅ μοι ἔδωκεν ὁ Θεὸς, τῇ ποτε ἀτέκνῳ καὶ ἀγνώστῳ στείρᾳ· εὐλογημένος ὁ ἐλθὼν, ἀλλὰ μὴν ἐρχόμενος ἐν ὀνόματι Κυρίου Θεὸς Κύριος καὶ ἐπέφανεν ἡμῖν. Ὁ ἐρχόμενος, ὁ μηδαμοῦ χωρούμενος· ἐρχόμενος, ὁ μηδαμοῦ κρατούμενος· εὐλογημένος ὁ ἐρχόμενος, καὶ τῶν οὐρανῶν μὴ χωριζόμενος· εὐλογημένος αὐτοπρεπῶς, καὶ πάλιν ἐρχόμενος θεοπρεπῶς· εὐλογημένος ὁ ἐπ' ἐμὲ ἐπὶ πώλου τυπικῶς παραγενόμενος ὡς ἐπὶ πώλου χερουβικοῦ.