Confession

I french kissed my boyfriend in church, during Mass, when I was 15. I didn’t mean to do it. Honestly. He was my first boyfriend and the first boy I had ever kissed. I had watched way too many romantic movies in preparation for this first kiss, that day at the drive in. Yes, I made out with a guy for the first time in a car, on a double date, at…

On having a sandwich…

This morning I uncovered the real reason I waited so long to bring my children to Liturgy. Certainly, my long-held notion that I was still working it out for myself was spot on. I did want to get a feel of the flow, a lay of the land. That was not the only motivation though. This morning for whatever reason I was thinking about food. Maybe it’s because I’m fasting, sort of.…

holding fast…

I ran across a video one of my kids took on my iPhone last year at this time. I was in my Nashville kitchen putting away groceries, talking to someone about what they’d like for lunch at which point my husband said, “are you giving up dairy too?” I said, “yes, dairy, meat, eggs…” and he said, “for how long. I answered that the fast continued until Christmas but I wasn’t sure…

home…

Another Sunday, another Divine Liturgy to experience in yet another Orthodox church. I wasn’t going to go. I thought I’d stick with St George and the Dragon. Something gnawed at me, though, and each time I thought about going back I was uneasy. I had questions, I had reservations. I was pretty sure they were all about me and my shortcomings. I’d dialogue with myself about this all day long. Won’t wear…

momentum…

I’m headed down to Nashville next week. I’m hoping for a week to catch up with friends, do a lot of writing and to visit St John’s. And it’s an interruption in momentum. Stupid momentum. I’m hoping to visit one more community before I go. This one is very small, much like St John’s. I’m a little wigged about it. Small crowds make me nervous. I can hide in big crowds, in…

reformation…

One year ago today, on Reformation Sunday, I sat in the congregation of the Presbyterian church I’d been attending and had myself a revelation. I heard the pastor preach about the value of the Reformation and even get a bit teary eyed about the whole thing. I realized, just then, that I was not a protestant, that I’d never really been a protestant. I’d been attending catechism classes and Vespers services at…

slaying the dragon…

I spent a couple of hours last night at a bible study. Bible studies are not my usual bag. Don’t get me wrong, I love to study the bible, it just that the “group bible study” aspect hasn’t been part of my normal gig. I spent 12 years in Catholic schools and contrary to popular protestant belief, we do actually read and study the bible. So, over the years whenever presented with…