When I left the Roman Catholic church I was rearing children and there were things going on in my neck of the woods that made me think seriously about whether the Catholic church was a spiritually (and physically) safe place. As regards the former, my church seemed innovative and secularized. You could enjoy a nice performance from the pianist and other musicians, and would sometimes be surprised by young girls doing a dance. Being in a college town, the line between Church and liberal elements of the Democrat party seemed blurred to me. There was also the time televisions were rolled in for a taped financial appeal. I am not saying this to bash, but it is part of the story.
When we discovered an Orthodox church the Divine Liturgy was everything we were feeling we were missing. It was dignified, beautiful, and consistent. No more teeth-gritting or mental eye-rolling. Just worship for grownups. It was not something we jumped into, but a serious step based on where we were coming from and what we had found.
Then there were priests coming and going, one under a cloud of misconduct. As most people know now, the OCA went through a long and bitter period of financial and sexual scandal, which undermined my confidence in it, although our own bishop was probably as close to a hero of the piece as there was. The recurrent absence of a priest aggravated my own frustrations, since it was hard to work through in a sacramental vacuum.
Another aspect of Orthodoxy that we did not give sufficient attention to is the ethic one. Not that people were not welcoming, because they were, far more than I deserved, I am sure. But I doubt I am the only convert to feel like I was sometimes playing at being Russian because it was tacitly expected, and who doubted he would ever really fit in. People like to make fun of Orthodox converts because of their enthusiasm, but the flip side of that may have something to do with feeling like you’re just not really fitting in, and if you just try a little harder…
I have probably offended everyone by now, but I also take full responsibility for my own immaturity in some reactions and expectations.
When I had to move on account of work, suddenly I discovered a whole Catholic world that seemed more vibrant and universal than I had ever imagined. This is probably one of the most Catholic areas in the country. I practically live across the street from Our Lady of the Snows shrine. My TV flips back and forth between EWTN and the news and that 's about it. Since I live alone, I started praying the Rosary and feel much more at peace than I ever did with my prayer rope. Most of all, there are any number of churches offering worship in a way I can comfortably and profitably participate in. So some of it is “when in Rome…”
So although Orthodoxy had challenging aspects, as I am contemplating (and that is what I am doing now) returning to the faith of my youth, I certainly harbor no bitterness or reasonable disappointment toward the Orthodox Church. I think it is a wonderful home – I am just wondering if it is MY home.
So please understand that I love BOTH churches and am one of those people that believe they are separated mainly by a tragic lack of goodwill historically, not because of fundamental theological differences. (I am aware of the arguments to the contrary from both camps.). I do not want to leave the impression that I found any Orthodox people in any way lacking – other than myself at any rate. The ethnic thing is what it is and I am prepared to admit it is my problem not anyone else’s. The multiple foreign jurisdictions, however, in this country is perhaps the least attractive thing about Orthodoxy for me, though.