if I am able…we Orthodox Christians, may have a different way of seeing some things…and have wounds that are still healing. The fall of Comstantinople, the loss of Hagai Sophia (our St Peter’s) the jewel of the East; that is now a museum. The place that made the Zar of Russia kneel at her beauty and convert. I know for my father’s and grandfather’s generations who had to flee for their lives and lose the lands we came from…broke their hearts.
For me; third generation, there has to come a time when we “do what Jesus would do.” Love one another not “despite” our difference, but because of them.
1/2 of my family is Catholic, 1/2 of my family is Orthodox…and yet we’ve all managed to rejoice in what we have in comon. My Orthodox Grandmother came from the same town in Albania as Blessed Mother Theresa of Calcutta. My Catholic Grandmother came from the same area as Pope Benedict.
We go to each other’s services. Those who are Catholic take communion at their church, and the Othodox do the same. We share Bible Studyies, food and fesitvals…we work together side by side. One day I hope our two churches will be in Full Communion…until then there is much to share and learn from each other.