Yours in Christ

So I was trolling the Orthodox Archdiocese website, looking up the next holiday big enough to constitute the two hour drive to Church, and found that Pascha/Easter falls on May the First. It's going to be another one of those Easters wherein the neighbors find us out hunting eggs about a month too late.
I miss going to church regularly. We still go to the Episcopal church nearly every sunday, but it isn't the same. The brevity, the lack of colour, and honestly the overabudance of english all just make it less special to me. I need the ritual steeped in centuries of stubborness. My father likes going to the Episcopal Church- I think because it reminds him of his mother. She was Orthodox (actually she's the reason the rest of us are, originating the 25% of greek blood I have in me.) but there wasn't an Orthodox Church nearby so they went to the Episcopal. When we can we go to Wilmington and attend Liturgy. It's like a breath of fresh air. Or incense. Lots of Incense. It's what I know, what I like, and what works for me.
We were out in Charlotte this weekend, visiting Pfeiffer where my sisters are going to (probably) go to college. On the way back we detoured to Holy Trinity Cathedral. We got lost and only made it for half the service. At first I didn't even want to go in because I hate arriving somewhere late, especially if it's someplace I've never been. The hour went quickly though. It was nice to be back in a church where I felt comfortable.
Comfortable being relative, as I look more Polish than anything(and I don't really look anything in particular) which leaves me sticking out like a blonde thumb amongst a sea of swarthy brunette index fingers. I miss my old Parish.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

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