An Akathist is a hymn of praise that you pray standing up. The word itself means “not sitting” in Greek, and that tells you something about how seriously Orthodox Christians take this particular form of prayer.
The original Akathist, and still the most famous one, honors the Theotokos. It’s tied to the Annunciation and gets prayed during Great Lent. Legend says Constantinople was under siege more than once in the early centuries, and the people gathered to pray to the Mother of God for protection. When the city was spared, they attributed it to her intercession. The hymn became their thank-you note, calling her “invincible Champion” and asking her continued prayers. Scholars think it was written in the sixth century, and it’s considered one of the greatest pieces of Christian poetry ever composed.
The structure is intricate. Twenty-five stanzas, each one building on the last. The first thirteen walk through the Gospel accounts of the Annunciation, the Nativity, and the Presentation. The final twelve declare what it all means, that God became man, that the Incarnation happened through this young woman from Nazareth, that everything changed because she said yes.
Each stanza includes these “Rejoice” statements. “Rejoice, redeemer from pagan religions.” “Rejoice, key of Christ’s kingdom.” “Rejoice, gate of the sacred mystery.” They pile up, one after another, each one offering a different image of what Mary’s role means for us. It’s repetitive, but that’s the point. You’re not reading an essay. You’re praying a litany that works its way into your bones.
We pray the Akathist to the Theotokos during the first five Fridays of Great Lent. At St. Michael, you’ll hear portions of it at evening services through the first four weeks, then the whole thing on the fifth Friday. It’s usually done with Small Compline, one of the shorter daily services. People stand the whole time, hence the name. If you’ve got knee problems or you’re working a double at the plant and you’re exhausted, nobody’s going to judge you for sitting. But there’s something about standing for this particular hymn that feels right. It’s a posture of attention, of respect.
The Akathist isn’t just a Lenten thing, though. You can pray it any time. Some people pray it at home as part of their personal rule. You can find the text online or in prayer books. Fr. Thomas Hopko used to say that the Akathist teaches you Orthodox theology better than most textbooks. He wasn’t wrong. Every line is packed with doctrine, the Incarnation, the Virgin Birth, the two natures of Christ, the role of the Theotokos as the one who opened Paradise (which Eve had closed). It’s the Nicene Creed in poetic form.
Over the centuries, Orthodox Christians have written other Akathists too. There are Akathists to Christ, to various saints, to different feast days. But the Akathist to the Theotokos remains the gold standard. When someone says “the Akathist” without qualification, that’s what they mean.
If you’re coming from a Protestant background, this might feel unfamiliar. Baptists don’t typically pray to Mary, and the idea of a hymn this elaborate and this Marian can seem strange at first. But remember what we’re actually doing. We’re not worshipping Mary. We’re asking her prayers, just like you’d ask your grandmother to pray for you. And we’re celebrating what God did through her, the Incarnation itself, the moment when the eternal Word took flesh in her womb.
The Akathist doesn’t shy away from calling Mary exactly what she is: Theotokos, God-bearer, Mother of God. That’s not sentimentality. It’s Christology. If Jesus is fully God, and Mary is his mother, then she’s the Mother of God. The Council of Ephesus settled that in 431, and the Akathist proclaims it in every stanza.
Come to St. Michael on a Friday evening during Lent and hear it for yourself. Bring comfortable shoes. The service lasts about forty-five minutes, and you’ll be standing most of that time. But there’s something about praying these ancient words, surrounded by icons and incense and the voices of your fellow parishioners, that makes the time disappear. You’re joining your voice to centuries of Christians who’ve prayed the same hymn, in the same posture, asking the same prayers. That’s what Tradition feels like when it’s alive.
