Description: Life Ad Hoc, Writ Large
It is on tenuous footing and with steps of trepidation that I enter St. John the Baptist Greek Orthodox Church near where I live each Sunday. On arriving early, and after lighting a prayer candle and offering veneration before the icons in the narthex, I enter the nave of the Church, and the feeling is always sublime, with a subdued yet powerfully warm, resonant, and inviting peace. As I view the icons of the Saints lining the walls of the Church and the iconostasis at the front of the Church, I am immediat
Had someone told me a year ago that I would even be here attending service, I would have likely given a questioning and perhaps disparaging look in reply. And the fact that, months later, I continue to return each week, and am going through the most arduous and soul-wrenching process of spiritual self-transformation I have ever encountered in my entire life, and that, as I am only at the very early and beginning stages of this difficult process – meaning it will most likely become even more formidable as ti
Entering into Orthodoxy feels like finding at long last what I had been searching for my entire life. As a lifelong avid reader and recently very world-weary pilgrim, it was a long and circuitous journey, and as difficult as all those years of searching and not-knowing had been, I now know without a shadow of a doubt the searching phase is ended and complete, and that now the real work begins. In my habitual independent and non-conformist leanings of the past, I had never really subscribed to any group orga