Becoming Orthodox...
It was Jim’s turn to attend The Liturgy of the Pre-sanctified Gifts last night and so after I had put the kids to bed and said my prayers, I curled up on the couch with a tattered copy of Northanger Abbey, I had checked out from the library. In between reading about Miss Morland’s trials and triumphs with Mr. Tilney, I reflected on the whole Orthodox thing. That’s the way my crazy mind works. I almost have to go somewhere else to think about me.
One aspect of the whole Orthodox journey I thought of were the blogs written by Orthodox I often read. I am amazed by their knowledge of Saints and Orthodox dogmas and etc… And then there is me who will be officially Orthodox as of April 10, but has felt Orthodox for quite a while. But my blog doesn’t necessarily reflect this change. I talk about bumps on the head, and teacups and my children…because I like to tell stories and also to have some written record of significant and sometimes not so significant events and epiphanies in my life. I have been heard to say, “the un-examined life isn’t worth living.” I think that’s a true statement, Orthodox, or Buddhist, or Jewish, or Secular Humanist, or PoMo or whatever you choose to call yourself. Maybe I’m wrong…
Conversion,
Orthodoxy 