Dear brothers and sisters in Christ,
These are without service tables and incipits, but have the key information most parishes will need.
March, April and subsequent months will be posted very shortly.
The elaborated eTYPIKION project will move into a different phase in the meanwhile — the build-out of a series of service templates and a corresponding database which, when completed, should serve not only to speed up the process of compiling a monthly calendar, but also permit linking of relevant text, music and readings.
At the moment, much of the delay is down to manual data entry, sourcing and editing of relevant texts — not all of which are currently available in one uniformly-styled source — in either Ukrainian or English. The good news is that this is changing — good work is being done now in both languages, and we can expect in the course of the coming years, that doors formerly closed to us will be opened.
The hope is that once completed, the eTYPIKON will permit anyone using it to access the fundamental resources they need when researching any service, via embedded links, directly from the document itself.
Liturgy — the worship life of the Church — is profound and beautiful, but the complexity of properly assembling services that are subject to the annual rhythm of fixed and non-fixed Feasts, ruled by an 8-tone weekly cycle, governed by the relative honour which the Church ascribes Her Feasts and Her Saints, sourced from a daunting library of materials (Octoechos, Menaion, Triodion, Pentecostarion, Irmologion, etc.) presents something of a stumbling block even to the pious to whom knowledge has not always been perfectly (or yet partially) transmitted. We are driven to find patterns, logic and order in things — and in the absence of an order we might perceive at once, with the first glance, we tend to impose our own. Mistakes will be made — but we should be on guard for the easy temptation to assert in these cases that someone else, somewhere else, for some unworthy reason, has fallen short — when the truth is (as it so often is) — that the beam is in our own eye.
For which failing — dear Fathers — forgive me.
Pray for us.