The Crucifixion of Our Lord, God and Saviour Jesus Christ

Today is hung upon the Cross, He Who suspended the Earth amid the waters. A Crown of Thorns crowns Him, Who is the King of Angels. He, Who wrapped the Heavens in clouds, is clothed with the purple of mockery. He, Who freed Adam in the Jordan, received buffetings. He was transfixed with nails, Who is the Bridegroom of the Church. He was pierced with a lance, Who is the Son of the Virgin. We Worship Your Passion, O Christ. Show us also, Your Glorious Resurrection.


Come, let us all praise Him, Who was crucified for us. For Mary beheld Him on the Wood and said: “Even if You endure the Cross, You are my Son and my God.”

The Virgin Mother, seeing her own Lamb led to the slaughter, followed wailing with the other women, and cried: “Where are you going my Child? Why do You travel along so fast? Would there perhaps be another wedding in Cana, and you hurry there, to turn for them water into wine? Can I not come with You my Child? Or tarry with You? Speak to me a word; You, Who are the Word. Pass me not by in silence, You, Who kept me pure. For You are my Son and my God.”

You are a living God, even though You were lifeless on the Wood. O naked corpse, You are the Word of the living God.

Every member of Your Holy Body endured dishonour for us. Your Head, the thorns; Your Face, the spittings; Your Cheeks, the smitings; Your Mouth, the taste of vinegar mixed with gall; Your Ears, the impious blasphemies; Your Back, the lash; Your Hand, the reed; Your whole Body, stretched out on
the Cross; Your Joints the nails; and Your Side, the spear. O Almighty Saviour, Who in Your mercy condescended to suffer for us, and set us free from suffering, having raised us up, have mercy on us.


On Great Friday we observe the Holy, saving, and awesome Passion of Our Lord, and God, and Saviour Jesus Christ; the spittings, the scourgings, the buffetings, the scorn, the mocking, the purple robe, the reed, the sponge, the vinegar, the nails, the spear, and above all, the Cross and Death, which He willingly suffered for us. We also observe the confession unto Salvation of the penitent thief, who was crucified with Him.

Thou didst spread out Thy Divine hands upon the Cross.
Vigil with Our Crucified Christ.

The King of Glory



“In tradition, a bird the redneck, when he saw Christ on the Cross, with the thorny wreath on His head, went and sat on His forehead and with his beak removing the thorns from His head (and there his throat bleed and looks red always). This is what this bird could do… So let’s do what we can to the needs of others.” ~ Dimitrios Panagopoulos Preacher