Tonight during the Presanctified Liturgy that we have during Lent, we chanted the following in the Hymns of Vesper for the fifth week of Lent (yep, already week 5):
Beaten in spirit and robbed of my mind,
I fell among contemptable theives who steal away my powers to think.
My soul has been scourged
and I lie on the path of life stripped of virtue.
A priest sees that I suffer from incureable sores,
but passes without a second glance.
A Levite, not wanting to share my deadly pain,
looks down on me and also passes me by.
But You, O Christ, our God,
though born of Mary and not as a Samaritan,
grant me healing because of your love for man
and pour the riches of your mercy upon me.
And who says contextual theology is a new thing?
P.S. I thought I smelled more frankincense than usual tonight.