Rita Wilson’s big fat Greek Orthodox Easter

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Actors Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson attend the premiere of “Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close” at the Ziegfeld Theater on Thursday, Dec. 15, 2011, in New York.

As the Eastern Orthodox, whose churches follow a different liturgical calendar than Christian churches in the West, observe Easter on Sunday, On Faith looks back at a favorite column from Greek Orthodox actress and producer Rita Wilson:

Here are some of the things that non-Greeks may not know about Greek Easter: We don’t do bunnies. We don’t do chocolate. We don’t do pastels.

We do lamb, sweet cookies, and deep red. The lamb is roasted and not chocolate, the sweet cookies are called Koulorakia and are twisted like a braid, and our Easter eggs are dyed one color only: blood red. There is no Easter Egg hunt. There is a game in which you crack your red egg against someone else’s red egg hoping to have the strongest egg, which would indicate you getting a lot of good luck.

Holy Week, for a Greek Orthodox, means you clear your calendar, you don’t make plans for that week at all because you will be in church every day, and you fast. Last year, in addition to not eating red meat and dairy before communion, my family also gave up sodas for the 40-day Lenten period.

During one particularly stressful moment, there were many phone calls amongst our kids as to whether or not a canned drink called TING, made with grapefruit juice and carbonated water was, in fact, a soda and not a juice, which our then 10-year-old decided it was, so we had a Ting-less Lent.

No matter where I find my self in the world I never miss Easter, or as we call it, Pascha. I have celebrated in Paris, London, New York City, Los Angeles, and in Salinas, California at a small humble church that was pure and simple.

When we were kids, our parents would take us, and now as parents ourselves we take our children to many of the Holy Week services including the Good Friday service where you mourn the death of Jesus by walking up to the Epitaphio, which reperesents the dead body of Christ, make your cross, kiss the Epitaphio, and marvel at how it was decorated with a thousand glorious flowers, rose petals and smells like incense.

Some very pious people will crawl under the Epitaphio. I have always been so moved to see this. There is no self- consciousness in this utter act of faith. There is no embarrassment to show symbolic sorrow at the death of our Saviour.

At a certain point in the Good Friday service, the Epitaphio is carried outside by the deacons of the church, as if they are pall bearers, followed by worshippers carrying lit candles protected from dripping on your clothes and on others by having a red plastic cup that sits below the flame to catch the wax drippings. Every Greek person knows all too well the smell of burning hair.

One time, in London, I smelled something and turned to look at where the smell might be coming from, only to be horrified that it was coming form me and my head was on fire. But I digress.

It is somber and quiet as we follow the Epitaphio, in candlelight, from the altar to the outdoors, in order for it to circle the church before it returns back to the altar. We sing beautiful lamentations that make your heart break with their pure expression of sadness and hope.

One of my favorite services during Easter is Holy Unction. This happens on the Wednesday of Holy Week. Holy Unction is a sacrament. It is for healing of our ills, physical and spiritual. It is preparing us for confession and communion. This sacrament has always been so humbling to me.

When you approach the priest for Holy Unction, you bow your head and as he says a prayer and asks you your Christian name, he takes a swab of blessed oil and makes the sign of the cross on your forehead, cheeks, chin, backs of your hands and palms. It is a powerful reminder of how, with faith, we can be healed in many ways.

The holy oil is then carefully dabbed with cotton balls provided by the church so you don’t leave there looking as if you’re ready to fry chicken with your face, and before you exit the church, you leave your cotton balls in a basket being held by altar boys, so as not to dispose of the holy oil in a less than holy place. The church burns the used cotton balls.

There have been times when I have left church with my cotton ball and have panicked when I am driving away. At home I take care of it. Imagine a grown woman burning cotton balls in her sink. But that is what I do.

Midnight Mass on Saturday night, going into Sunday morning is the Anastasi service. We will arrive at church at around 11 p.m., when it starts, and listen to the chanter as he chants in preparation for the service. My kids, dressed in their suits and having been awakened from a deep sleep to come to church, groggily sit and wait holding their candles with red cup wax catchers.

As the service progresses, the moment we have all been waiting for approaches. All the lights in the church are turned off. It is pitch black It is dead quiet. The priest takes one candle and lights his one candle from the one remaining lit altar candle, which represents the light of Christ’s love ( I believe).

From this one candle, the priest approaches the congregation and using his one candle he shares his light with a few people in the front pews. They in turn share their light with the people next to them and behind them. In quiet solemnity, we wait until the entire church is lit with only the light of candles, the light that has been created by one small flame has now created a room of shared light.

And at a moment that can only be described as glorious, the priest cries out, “Xristos Anesti!” “Christ is Risen!” We respond with “Alithos Anesti!” “Truly, He is Risen!” We sing our glorious Xristos Anesti song with the choir. That moment, which happens about an hour, to an hour and half into the service and seems as if the service is over, actually marks the beginning of the service. The service then continues for another hour and a half.

When I was a kid, after the service was over, we would go to the Anastasi Dinner that the church would throw in the church hall, where we would break our fast, drink Cokes at 2:30 in the morning, dance to a raucous Greek band and not go home until our stomachs were full of lamb, eggs, Koulouraki, and we saw the sun rise. Or was it the Son rise?

But usually now, after Midnight Mass, we drive home with our still-lit candles. I always love seeing the looks on peoples faces as they pull up to our car seeing a family with lit candles calmly moving at 65 m.p.h. down the highway. When we get home, we crack eggs, eat cookies, drink hot chocolate (so not Greek) and I burn a cross into our doorways with the carbon from the candle smoke to bless our house for the year.

There have been many times when painters touching up the house have wondered why there was this strange black cross burned into our doorways. The next day is usually followed by a late sleep in, then getting up and doing the same thing you just did but in the daytime at the Easter Picnic, usually held at a local park.

I have to say, the Greeks know how to do Easter. Make no mistake. This is the most important holiday in our church. It is a beautiful week. I haven’t even begun to touch on what the week is really like. This is a sampling of a sampling of what it is like. It is so much more deep, so much richer than I have written here.

But one thing is clear. It is a powerful, beautiful, mysterious, humbling, healing and moving week. It is filled with tradition and ritual. It is about renewal and faith. And even though it is still too early to say, Xristos Anesti! Alithos Anesti!

Actress Rita Wilson, whose mother and father both were born in Greece, produced “My Big Fat Greek Wedding.” Wilson and her actor husband Tom Hanks had their own “Big Fat Greek Wedding” in 1988. They have two children.

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  • godrules36117

    i grew up greek orthodox and today i just refer to being a christian…..but 1 thing i know there is no way EASTER can truly be recognized until after the jewish passover…but then again in jesus day sunday started sunday began at sunset on saturday….and with that understood jesus actually was crucified on wensday and put into the tomb before sunset..rememeber jesus said he would be in the heart of the earth 3 days and 3 nights…and the bible defines a full day in genesis…again just pointing out…but the orthodox faith is the only religion i know of that actually celebrates easter/pasha on the correct day..the reason the faith calls it pasha is easter actually celebrated a pagan holiday off fertility…again imputing pagan holidays into chritianity..religion was made by man..chritianity was made by CHRIST ….ps…tell tom hello! ive grown old enjoying his work…thanks..

  • abcdefg6

    As a fellow Orthodox Christian, well said. Our parish cooks up cheese burgers and serves root beer floats to break the fast, as one is to fast the entire lenten period. Our kids were not fans of the lamb soup, and we started going to Mel’s…each year the numbers grew, and who wants to sit with a bunch of people who were sobering up…so our local tradition was born. Just a small correction: Friday night is a walk with Christ to Hades, we sing prayers at each stop. The kovouklion is decorated with flowers, and the epitaphio is placed on top.

  • DLiak1

    All great and dandy and Rita describes it beautifully. However, it is Americanized – and this is not a bad thing, its just the way it naturally is. To truly appreciate Easter through the eyes of a Greek Orthodox, you must celebrate it in Greece. Now remember, it may differ slightly from region to region within the country, but indeed it is the same. As a point of interest, Easter celebration is the only time that both the followers of the Gregorian Calendar and those of the Old Calendar (Palioimerologites) coincide in their celebrations (the Gregorian followers are 13 days prior to the Old Calendarists), and even then, the Gregorians celebrate the resurrection at midnight of Saturday, while the OC’s celebrate the event one hour later (they don’t believe in DayLight Savings either).
    Furthermore, the fasting of the lenten period (beginning Lent Monday and ending on the resurrection) describes abstinence from all animal products that bleed and their bi-products such as eggs, milk, butter etc, and in its absolute strictest form even olive oil – though olives are permitted. Seafood such as Kalamari, Octopus, Lobster, Crab and shells are permitted as long as they are boiled or grilled, so are fruits, vegetables, nuts & berries and, beans & pulses/leghums. Hardly anyone though, follows this with stringent devotion, but the vast majority will probably observe this on the Grand Holy Week (Megali Evdomada) preceding the resurrection. Sex too is also a no-no during the lenten period – remember, we are preparing for a culmination in the core of our faith. Sodas? Wwweeeellll . . . that’s too Americanized and bears no religious context (Coke and Pepsi have enough merits than to bestow acknowledgement for this too – Coke’s already cornered Christmas…)
    Finally, after 40 days of fasting (Megali Sarakosti – by the way, it is actually 48 days – 7 full weeks excluding Easter Sunday) you need to break fast by eating soup (usually a thick broth consisting of lamb’s inards including