My Story & Journey to Orthodoxy

Posted by Fr. John on October 18, 2010 2 Comments [Translate]

From the blogsite Semantron Journey of an Eastern Orthodox Christian. I was born and raised a Southern Baptist for the first part of my life. I went to church every Sunday, attended youth group on Wednesday night, etc. I wouldnt say I was particularly devout at such a young age, it was just what my family and I did. When I was about 14 I had my first massive and convincing doubts about Christianity. Those doubts gnawed away at me, fueled by the disconnect I saw between those professing Protestant Christians and the things which they did and said. After a few months I finally came to realize that I did not believe in the Christian God anymore. I never doubted the existence of a god(s), but I couldnt see any truth in the Christianity that I was familiar with. After doing some research on various religions around the world, I found one that fit into my conception of divinity and my world-view, and for the next four years I was a committed, practicing, solitary witch practicing a pidgin pagan religion called Wicca. At the end of those four years I got the opportunity to go to France with my school. For some odd reason the only thing I really wanted to see was the Roman Catholic cathedral in Chartres. I loved the architecture and the history of the huge medieval cathedrals and wanted to experience this particular one for myself. We spent our first week in France in Paris. I had a crush on the teachers daughter, who was a devout Wesleyan and held bible study in her room every night, so I attended as well. While in Paris I also attended Sunday Mass at the Sacre Coeur, the Basilica of the Sacred

Heart, with one of my friends who was a devout Catholic. While there I and even bought a rosary, though I didnt know at the time what it was for. Im not even sure why I bought it in the first place; perhaps I just thought at the time that it would make a good souvenir. Finally, after a week in Paris, we left to go to the town of Chartres. The cathedral there was absolutely beautiful, filled with medieval artwork and carvings. I was walking around alone, admiring all the old stained glass windows and other art, when I found myself standing in front of a statue of, as I would later learn, St. Thrse of Lisieux. While standing at the foot of this statue I got a sudden and odd urge to pray. So, I started mumbling a few words, not sure what to say as I hadnt prayed in a Christian manner when I got a sensation telling me, basically, to just shut up. I had no problem doing that! I sat down on the little bench that was at the foot of the statue and was looking up at the figure, wondering who she was and what was going on, when suddenly my vision began to get increasingly blurry to the point where I couldnt see anything. A few seconds later and my vision cleared up, and instead of a statue standing in front of me, there was an actual person! She looked down at me, smiled, and then my vision went blurry again. When it cleared up I was left looking at a statue once more. Needless to say, I was dumbstruck and very confused! I quickly ran to find my Catholic friend but he had no idea who this saint was. I wandered around for a few minutes after this, eyes on the ground with all sorts of thoughts running through my mind. When I looked up again I was standing in front of the statue once again; I very quickly decided it was time for me to leave the church! Two more weeks went by and I found myself sitting with some other members of the group in my Wesleyan friends hotel room, in the city where Joan of Arc was martyred, on our last day in France before flying back to the States. The bible study was over and everyone was just sitting around talking when the subject of the conviction of God arose. Suddenly I felt a weight on my chest and it got hard to breathe. I snuck out of the room and went to the hallway to catch my breath. Thinking I was back to normal I went back to the room, but the same thing happened again, so I left again. So there I was, standing in the hallway, looking out the window and trying to figure out what was going on. From this window I could see a huge church straight in front of me, and one to either side as well. In the night sky appeared a light, which I originally thought was a meteor, but it persisted and was moving at a slow pace, so I dismissed it as an airplane. I kept watching it, not really thinking about anything at this point when it went behind the church in front me. except I could still see it, THROUGH the church! As soon as I realized this, it flew towards me and then just vanished, and in that instant I just -knew- that what I had seen was an angel. A river of tears started streaming from eyes and I can clearly remember saying Okay God, I get it! That I night I became a Christian again and as soon as I got back to the States I started the process of becoming Catholic. Roughly five years later, in 2008, I started to get interested in the mystical side of Christianity. I lamented that there wasnt a very strong mystical tradition within

Catholicism (there is one, but its very fringe), and I became very put off by the strict legalistic tradition Catholicism is steeped in. I began to explore around, desperately seeking a deeper understanding of my faith, when by sheer chance I stumbled upon Eastern Orthodoxy. For a few months I had been looking for a Christianity I didnt think I was going to find, and here was a tradition expressing everything I was looking for. I didnt even know Orthodoxy existed! Through reading about Orthodoxy I learned of Byzantine Catholicism (which uses the same rite as Orthodoxy while being loyal to Rome), found a church near me, and decided to I wanted to visit it one day. I didnt really delve that much into Orthodoxy because I put off by the fact that they werent in communion with Rome. A few months after discovering Orthodoxy, and after many half-hearted and failed promises to attend the Byzantine Catholic church, I found out that there was a Greek Orthodox church near my home, much closer than the Byzantine Catholic one. I firmly made up my mind that to attend it the next Sunday out of curiosity as to what Orthodoxy really was. After that first visit, I knew I had found what I was looking for. I found a Church where I could experience true worship, where it felt less like I was going for my sake and more like the sole purpose was to glorify God. Here was a church that has been worshiping in the same way since the very start of the Church. Here was a church singing hymns and saying prayers that were over a thousand years old. On the Eastern Pentecost of 2008 (June 15th), I was chrismated into the Most Holy Orthodox Church. I currently attend Holy Transfiguration Greek Orthodox Church in Marietta, Georgia. It took me over two decades but I finally found my home and my shelter in the Ancient Church.

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