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Augustus24
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I have wanted to visit an Orthodox Church for a while. I was trying to decide between a Russian (ROCOR) and a Greek (GOAA). I decided to go to the Russian today. I have recently fallen in love with Eastern liturgy and theology, and I am a Roman Catholic who is headed East, I just dont know how far East I am wanting to go.
On the drive over, I was praying to God, I asked the Holy Spirit to show me whether or not he wants me to move towards Orthodoxy. I confess that I wanted an excuse to hate this experience because I am reasonably comfortable where I am, I went through RCIA and confirmation in the Catholic Church, I dont really want to go through more months of training and reading for Chrismation in the Orthodox Church.
I walk in the parish hall where there were a few people. I am hoping that they will be rude to me, and unfriendly or the opposite, love bomb me in the way that the pentecostals used to, that way I can reject this church based on the quality of the people. Not so fast, I am greeted by a warm and welcoming couple who were friendly, but not too friendly. They welcome me, invite me to look around, and make my way into the church. Dang, I guess me rejecting the Church based on the quality of the people is out.
I walk into the Church. It was very small. The first thing I notice is that there are no pews. Well, I guess I am going to be standing the whole time. I quickly review the literature at the door, its all in Russian, so I cant read it. No worries. I didnt come here for literature. I make my way to the far corner and try my best to not stick out too sorely. A woman with a beautiful voice is chanting the psalms in Slavonic. The air is thick with incense. After the absence of pews, and the literature, the next thing I notice is the beautiful and wonderful icons adorning the walls, and the iconostasis. I reflect on the pictures of icons that I had seen in my textbooks in my art history classes. Wow, what a connection to artistic history. I feel like I am standing in a church in the late great Byzantine Empire.
Well, maybe I will dislike the liturgy. The 6 person choir begins their intonations completely in Slavonic. The deacon has a voice worthy of the Metropolitan Opera House. I cant understand a word, but I am taken back through time by the bells and chimes the chanting and the incense, to the age of the emperors, and councils. The liturgy starts out with only about 10 people in the church, mostly women. More and more worshipers come in throughout the liturgy, by the end there are at least 50 people, all standing, women with head coverings, old men with white beards, young couples, small children, all being attentive to the intonations, mystical clouds of incense, the icon doors swinging open and shut. Well, I guess that I cant hate this experience because of lack of reverence and beauty of the church and liturgy.
I am surprised at how “separate” the clergy seem from the parishioners. Most of the chanting and prayers are done behind the icon doors, for about 30 minutes there is a curtain closed, so I can see the priest and deacon at all presumably during the consecration. They pull back the curtains and open the main icon doors. I am also surprised at how little the congregation are participating. I am used to the Catholic novus ordo mass, where the people are calling back responses. The parishioners here say nothing, except for the occasional bow, and cross themselves. They dont have to say anything, their body language says it all. They are worshipping the undivided Trinity.
I am also surprised about how few people actually take communion. Out of 60 people, only about 15 took communion. This is different from the Catholic Church where most all of the people take communion.
After the liturgy, all the parishioners file out to the parish hall, I wait and fall in towards the back of the line. Inside the hall, they have prepared a wonderful lunch for the parishioners. They invite me and another man (who is also a visitor) to partake. I kindly refuse, as I have to save room to go out to lunch with my mother in law for mother’s day. The priest walks in, stops in front of me, and says something in Slavonic. I assume its “Christ is Risen” I tell him, I dont know how to respond in Slavonic, but Christ is risen indeed. I tell him that I am visitor and inquirer about Orthodoxy. He smiles and shakes my hand and welcomes me.
I have to leave the lunch because of my prior engagement with my Mother in Law. But I leave feeling satisfied and filled with the Spirit. There is something substantial, filling, and comforting about Orthodox worship, like a Christmas ham.
I am not sure I will be knocking the door of my local Orthodox Church to be received into the Church, at least not yet
, But this experience was wonderful, and rewarding. And I salute my Eastern Orthodox brothers and sisters. Thank you for the wonderful experience, I will definitely be coming back for more.
Yours.
Aug.
On the drive over, I was praying to God, I asked the Holy Spirit to show me whether or not he wants me to move towards Orthodoxy. I confess that I wanted an excuse to hate this experience because I am reasonably comfortable where I am, I went through RCIA and confirmation in the Catholic Church, I dont really want to go through more months of training and reading for Chrismation in the Orthodox Church.
I walk in the parish hall where there were a few people. I am hoping that they will be rude to me, and unfriendly or the opposite, love bomb me in the way that the pentecostals used to, that way I can reject this church based on the quality of the people. Not so fast, I am greeted by a warm and welcoming couple who were friendly, but not too friendly. They welcome me, invite me to look around, and make my way into the church. Dang, I guess me rejecting the Church based on the quality of the people is out.
I walk into the Church. It was very small. The first thing I notice is that there are no pews. Well, I guess I am going to be standing the whole time. I quickly review the literature at the door, its all in Russian, so I cant read it. No worries. I didnt come here for literature. I make my way to the far corner and try my best to not stick out too sorely. A woman with a beautiful voice is chanting the psalms in Slavonic. The air is thick with incense. After the absence of pews, and the literature, the next thing I notice is the beautiful and wonderful icons adorning the walls, and the iconostasis. I reflect on the pictures of icons that I had seen in my textbooks in my art history classes. Wow, what a connection to artistic history. I feel like I am standing in a church in the late great Byzantine Empire.
Well, maybe I will dislike the liturgy. The 6 person choir begins their intonations completely in Slavonic. The deacon has a voice worthy of the Metropolitan Opera House. I cant understand a word, but I am taken back through time by the bells and chimes the chanting and the incense, to the age of the emperors, and councils. The liturgy starts out with only about 10 people in the church, mostly women. More and more worshipers come in throughout the liturgy, by the end there are at least 50 people, all standing, women with head coverings, old men with white beards, young couples, small children, all being attentive to the intonations, mystical clouds of incense, the icon doors swinging open and shut. Well, I guess that I cant hate this experience because of lack of reverence and beauty of the church and liturgy.
I am surprised at how “separate” the clergy seem from the parishioners. Most of the chanting and prayers are done behind the icon doors, for about 30 minutes there is a curtain closed, so I can see the priest and deacon at all presumably during the consecration. They pull back the curtains and open the main icon doors. I am also surprised at how little the congregation are participating. I am used to the Catholic novus ordo mass, where the people are calling back responses. The parishioners here say nothing, except for the occasional bow, and cross themselves. They dont have to say anything, their body language says it all. They are worshipping the undivided Trinity.
I am also surprised about how few people actually take communion. Out of 60 people, only about 15 took communion. This is different from the Catholic Church where most all of the people take communion.
After the liturgy, all the parishioners file out to the parish hall, I wait and fall in towards the back of the line. Inside the hall, they have prepared a wonderful lunch for the parishioners. They invite me and another man (who is also a visitor) to partake. I kindly refuse, as I have to save room to go out to lunch with my mother in law for mother’s day. The priest walks in, stops in front of me, and says something in Slavonic. I assume its “Christ is Risen” I tell him, I dont know how to respond in Slavonic, but Christ is risen indeed. I tell him that I am visitor and inquirer about Orthodoxy. He smiles and shakes my hand and welcomes me.
I have to leave the lunch because of my prior engagement with my Mother in Law. But I leave feeling satisfied and filled with the Spirit. There is something substantial, filling, and comforting about Orthodox worship, like a Christmas ham.
I am not sure I will be knocking the door of my local Orthodox Church to be received into the Church, at least not yet
Yours.
Aug.