A Great and Spectrum Pascha




I shared this video to Facebook yesterday, but I wanted to talk about it a little here.

All throughout Holy Week this year, William was frustrated and fussy and tired of church. Going to services became nothing more than intense exercises in behavior management, which had me throwing up my hands by Wednesday. I went by myself on Thursday, but went back for a double dose on Friday. By the time the 7pm Burial service rolled around Friday, I was done. I piled my kids in the van and went home.

So, I tried to hype up Pascha. I know that sounds stupid–like Pascha really needs any hyping. Throughout the week, I reminded him that Pascha was coming. “Are you excited, buddy?” I’d ask. Best I could do was get a weak smile out of him and his obligatory “yes,” so, since I don’t know how to pull better information out of his brain, we admitted we’d just have to wait and see.

And it turns out he *was* actually difficult to manage, but not because he was upset.

He was so. deliriously. happy.


He was desperate to have his hands on the tomb, the shroud, the rose petals. He wanted to read, to chant, to sing, to dance, to hug Father Joel. He paced and moved frantically, and jerked his arms away from me when I tried to pull him toward me. He wanted to use his body to participate, and refused to let me stop him.

Now, husband and I went back and forth a bit (just keepin it real, guys), because William’s ability to participate appropriately is indeed limited. No, really–while I was outside the nave with Sammy, and hubs was outside having a horribly-timed coughing fit, William ran to the front where my friend Dianne (who’s in the video with him) was “reading” John 1 in sign language, and he stood there attempting to hold her hands so he could sign with her. #nope

It’s hard to know when to pull your kids back when they’re wildly expressing their joy in the Lord.

Especially when it’s not just noise; it’s specifically directed noise.

Especially when it’s not just grabbing; it’s grabbing at the holy things everyone else touches, but gently.

Especially when it’s not just jumping because it’s funny; it’s jumping with joy when the priest cries out, “CHRIST IS RISEN!”

And while I do wish that I’d been within arms’ reach and could’ve sooner stopped the spectacle of William interrupting Dianne’s sign language, I’m inclined to allow the rest of what he did.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen joy explode from him like a busted hydrant. But I kinda can’t think of a better reason for it.

Christ is Risen! And so are we. ❤




2 Comments Add yours

  1. Rachel says:

    My husband and I were just talking about how joyfully rejoicing during the exclamations of CHRIST IS RISEN and our responses is so appropriate and especially the joyful responses of the children. As adults we so often think that the appropriate response to anything, even when excited (unless it’s sport related it seems), is still to be calm – but I think the kids get it right and are willing to let their true love of Christ shine through 🙂 Pascha can be a tough service for so many of the little ones, and even us not so little ones, because of the time of day – the least we can do is allow them to show their love for Christ. Yes, there are boundaries we need to try to hold them to but as you do with love and patience – because, God knows their hearts and ours too. You’re doing a good job Mama 😉


    1. mauraoprisko says:

      Thank you! I love this thought–that we can learn from the little ones’ purity of heart, and let it overflow sometimes (especially at Pascha)! A blessed feast to you, Rachel. 😀


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