Beyond Spooky Church: Conclusion

I had a real ending to this monstrosity. I chucked it along with another whole section which simply seemed to belabor the point! The writing of this piece was probably more for me than anyone else.

I think the best way I can sum this whole journey into Orthodoxy is this. Before I found the Orthodox Church, I felt as if I was on top of the ocean, skimming the surface on a raft or maybe even some sort of motor boat. The wind was in my hair, occasionally a fish might surface, the gulls would fly around and beg for food. It was grand, the sun was warm and the air smelled salty. Eventually, though, I tired of the surface, the sameness of the waves and gulls and the wind in my hair. It was a somewhat superficial experience of the ocean.

The ocean itself called to me…called me to go deeper, to explore all the caverns, reefs, seaweed forests and wild-life contained therein. Certainly at times it will be scary as I enter the dark territory of the unknown, but there are hands to guide me and a surety that I am to enter the water if I ever really want to understand ocean. Floating on top just isn’t enough, I have to take the plunge.

We’ve been catechumens now for nearly two months. As my experience in the life of The Church grows, my understanding of it’s depth lengthens and widens. I have fond memories of those days when I merely skimmed the surface. But I am ever so glad that I was pushed over the edge.

Blessings…