One of the nice things about attending a church that is physically so much smaller than the one I've been attending is that a) line of sight is *excellent* and b) I can hear things that I might not necessarily hear in a larger church building.
There are, during both the Mass and the Divine Liturgy, prayers that the priests say in a 'low voice'. You know, quietly, and not loudly for the congregation to hear. It's not like they're secrets, or anything, the text for the Mass can be found online, or in different missals, etc. However, at Holy Trinity, Fr. Ioannis says some of them loudly enough that everyone hears (I sometimes wonder if he forgets about the mic attached to his vestments), but only some of them. And anyway, even the ones that he says quietly, the room is small enough that even in the last pew you can hear him.
So, something struck me on Sunday. You'll know how you can read and hear something over and over again, but then something about it will suddenly just stick out and you think, 'huh. has that been there the whole time?' Listening to Fr. Ioannis on Sunday, one of the 'quiet' prayers during the Anaphora, something stood out. Here's the text of that prayer:
'Together with these blessed powers, merciful Master, we also proclaim and say: You are holy and most holy, You and Your only begotten Son and Your Holy Spirit. You are holy and most holy, and sublime is Your glory. You so loved Your world that You gave Your only begotten Son so that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life. He came and fulfilled the divine plan for us. On the night when He was delivered up, or rather when He gave Himself up for the life of the world, He took bread in His holy, pure, and blameless hands, gave thanks, blessed, sanctified, broke and gave it to His holy disciples and apostles, saying:'
The bit that stuck out, as silly as this may seem, is the 'Your world'. Which, I mean, it's true, but we never really think about it, do we? We think of it as 'the' world. Something that God made so He'd have some place to put us, and stuff for us to interact with. And we sort of feel like we own it. But we don't, not really. Everything is basically on *loan* to us.
It's God's world, we just live here.