The Feast of the Icon of the Sign of Our Most Holy Lady, the Theotokos and Ever-virgin, Mary.
Monday: The powers of heaven.

For the Theotokos

Troparion, Tone IV
Behold the wish that no one dared to wish, * and the dream that no one dared to dream: * God becomes a child in the womb of a chaste and loving girl, * and chaste and loving she remains. * Filled with awe by this mystery, we cry out to you, O Christ: * By the prayers of your most pure mother, save us.

Kondakion, Tone VI
O holy mother of the divine child, * help us to learn the perfection of his love and imitate it, * that hate may disappear from the face of the earth, * and the love that only he can give may take its place.

Jerusalem Troparion, Tone II
Like Moses of old, * let us also remove our sandals and draw near to this maiden, * and in the presence of her glory, * let us ponder the mystery the Lord reveals to us today: * For a chaste and spotless womb suddenly becomes a furnace full of fire.

Exapostilarion, Tone I
We see you as a lamp with many lights, O Theotokos, * a bridal chamber created by the Lord himself. * As a glittering vessel of the finest gold, * you received the giver of light, * and through you he delivers us from the darkness of sin.

At Psalm 51[50], Tone VI
Today, the portals of heaven are opened to us, * and the gate of heaven herself ushers in the grace of joy, * for the Theotokos presents the sign of her conception to all the world, * that heaven and earth might be brought together through her, * for the salvation of our souls.

For the powers of heaven

Troparion, Tone IV
O leaders of the hosts of heaven, * shield us with the wings of your unearthly glory, * and keep us safe from harm. * Worthless as we are, * we fall before you endlessly entreating you: * Rescue us from all affliction, * O you who lead the powers of heaven.

Kondakion, Tone II
O leaders of God's spirit hosts who celebrate his glory, * you guides of all mankind who also head angelic legions: * Come and fill our every need, * and beg our God to grant us his great mercy.

Theotokion, Tone IV
Raised in the temple of the Lord near the holy of holies, * you were schooled in faith and wisdom, and robed in virginity beyond compare. * To you Gabriel came with this message from on high: * Hail to you, most blessed one, O favorite of God, * the Lord is with you.

Blessed is the kingdom of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit both now and forever and unto ages of ages. Amen.

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