Once I was a clever boy learning the arts of Oxford... is a quotation from the verses written by Bishop Richard Fleming (c.1385-1431) for his tomb in Lincoln Cathedral. Fleming, the founder of Lincoln College in Oxford, is the subject of my research for a D. Phil., and, like me, a son of the West Riding. I have remarked in the past that I have a deeply meaningful on-going relationship with a dead fifteenth century bishop... it was Fleming who, in effect, enabled me to come to Oxford and to learn its arts, and for that I am immensely grateful.


Sunday, 20 April 2025

Christ is Risen Alleluia!


Christ is Risen Alleluia!
He is Risen indeed Alleluia!

The Resurrection 
Piero Della Francesca 1463-65
Sansepolcro 

Image: Wikimedia.org

I make no apologies for using once again Piero della Francesca’s The Resurrection in this greeting to my readers. The “greatest picture in the world” is so compelling an image that it is hard not to use it again.

The figure of Christ tells, wordlessly, the viewer that the World has changed - it will never be the same again.

Two friends shared with me their appreciation of this text from the Divine Office for Holy Saturday, and which has a similar, but, in this case, verbal, approach as Piero della Francesca in this painting. There are significant differences yet the essential truth is there in both. The homilist is, one might suggest, seeking to expressi the Redeemer’s thoughts just as He prepares to emerge from the tomb and step both into and out of time.

An ancient homily on Christ’s Descent into Hell

Something strange is happening—there is a great silence on earth today, a great silence and stillness. The whole earth keeps silence because the King is asleep. The earth trembled and is still because God has fallen asleep in the flesh and he has raised up all who have slept ever since the world began. God has died in the flesh and hell trembles with fear.

He has gone to search for our first parent, as for a lost sheep. Greatly desiring to visit those who live in darkness and in the shadow of death, he has gone to free from sorrow the captives Adam and Eve, he who is both God and the son of Eve. The Lord approached them bearing the cross, the weapon that had won him the victory. At the sight of him Adam, the first man he had created, struck his breast in terror and cried out to everyone: “My Lord be with you all.” Christ answered him: “And with your spirit.” He took him by the hand and raised him up, saying: “Awake, O sleeper, and rise from the dead, and Christ will give you light.”

I am your God, who for your sake have become your son. Out of love for you and for your descendants I now by my own authority command all who are held in bondage to come forth, all who are in darkness to be enlightened, all who are sleeping to arise. I order you, O sleeper, to awake. I did not create you to be held a prisoner in hell. Rise from the dead, for I am the life of the dead. Rise up, work of my hands, you who were created in my image. Rise, let us leave this place, for you are in me and I am in you; together we form only one person and we cannot be separated.

For your sake I, your God, became your son; I, the Lord, took the form of a slave; I, whose home is above the heavens, descended to the earth and beneath the earth. For your sake, for the sake of man, I became like a man without help, free among the dead. For the sake of you, who left a garden, I was betrayed to the Jews in a garden, and I was crucified in a garden.

See on my face the spittle I received in order to restore to you the life I once breathed into you. See there the marks of the blows I received in order to refashion your warped nature in my image. On my back see the marks of the scourging I endured to remove the burden of sin that weighs upon your back. See my hands, nailed firmly to a tree, for you who once wickedly stretched out your hand to a tree.

I slept on the cross and a sword pierced my side for you who slept in paradise and brought forth Eve from your side. My side has healed the pain in yours. My sleep will rouse you from your sleep in hell. The sword that pierced me has sheathed the sword that was turned against you.

Rise, let us leave this place. The enemy led you out of the earthly paradise. I will not restore you to that paradise, but I will enthrone you in heaven. I forbade you the tree that was only a symbol of life, but see, I who am life itself am now one with you. I appointed cherubim to guard you as slaves are guarded, but now I make them worship you as God. The throne formed by cherubim awaits you, its bearers swift and eager. The bridal chamber is adorned, the banquet is ready, the eternal dwelling places are prepared, the treasure houses of all good things lie open. The kingdom of heaven has been prepared for you from all eternity.

Text from divineoffice.org

The Wikipedia account of the painting appears to have been updated and can be seen at The Resurrection (Piero della Francesca)

The Khan Academy also has a new article about the painting which can be seen at Khan Academy


Family Rosary has a recent, more devotional, article at Discovering The Resurrection by Piero della Francesca


A blessed, joyful and happy Easter to all my readers 


3 comments:

tradgardmastare said...

Happy Easter to you too!

Matthew F Kluk said...

Christ is risen, Christ is risen indeed! Blessed Easter to you! Thank you for this wonderful post!

Kristen said...

Er ist auferstanden! Alleluia! Happy Easter to you, John, from me & Ralph. Thank you for this wonderful Easter post.