There I was empty-handed Crying out from the pit of my despair There You were in the shadows Holding out Your hand You met me there
And now where would I be without You? Where would I be Jesus?
You were the voice in the desert Calling me out in the dead of night Fighting my battles for me You are my rescue story Lifted me up from the ashes Carried my soul from death to life Bringing me from glory to glory You are my rescue story
You are, You are You are my rescue story You are, You are
You were writing the pages Before I had a name Before I needed grace, oh Singing songs of redemption ‘Cause every time I ran away You were louder than my shame
You never gave up on me You never gave up on me You are my testimony, ohh, oh-ohh You never gave up on me You never gave up on me You are my testimony, ohh, oh-ohh You never gave up on me Oh, You never gave up on me Oh, this is my testimony
This past week, a friend of mine visited my Byzantine Catholic parish. Afterwards, she admitted that she had been rather apprehensive about how her small child was going to react to the whole experience. After all, she knew that the Byzantine Liturgy was typically ninety minutes long, rather than the forty-five minute Mass which her son had previously been used to experiencing.
Even though I have no children of my own, I offered the somewhat counter-intuitive claim that the Byzantine Liturgy is in some ways better suited to children than a Novus Ordo or Tridentine Mass. A bold claim, I know, but I stand by it! So, here are my top ten reasons why I think the Byzantine Liturgy is great if you have small children…
Watch your thoughts. They become words. Watch your words. They become deeds. Watch your deeds. They become habits. Watch your habits. They become character. Character is everything.