I would be completely remiss if I didn’t post Something on 11/11/11. Why? Because I love eleven. I cannot tell you why eleven, but eleven it is. Mystical? Maybe. Intriguing? Assuredly. Several times a week I look at the clock to see it read either 1:11 or 11:11. Go ahead, say it. You’re a little silly Jennifer. But I know what I know. And I know eleven.
It’s months still to Pascha (Easter), but you can never go wrong with John Chrysostom. His Paschal homily is one of my favorite pieces of writing. Click HERE to read the homily entire and read on for a little something about the eleventh hour.
If anyone is devout and a lover of God, let them enjoy this beautiful and radiant festival.
If anyone is a grateful servant, let them, rejoicing, enter into the joy of his Lord.
If anyone has wearied themselves in fasting, let them now receive recompense.
If anyone has labored from the first hour, let them today receive the just reward.
If anyone has come at the third hour, with thanksgiving let them feast.
If anyone has arrived at the sixth hour, let them have no misgivings; for they shall suffer no loss.
If anyone has delayed until the ninth hour, let them draw near without hesitation.
If anyone has arrived even at the eleventh hour, let them not fear on account of tardiness.
For the Master is gracious and receives the last even as the first; He gives rest to him that comes at the eleventh hour, just as to him who has labored from the first.
He has mercy upon the last and cares for the first; to the one He gives, and to the other He is gracious.
He both honors the work and praises the intention.
A good friend passed on an eleven/11 mug. I drank an inaugural cup of coffee from its thick ceramic this morning. Cheers to eleven! G contributed his trucks for the photo. Here’s a link to a favorite Sesame Street clip (or two or three). Okay, I’ll stop now, except to say,