A Note about March 25

I am in my 5th year of embracing Orthodoxy as an adult (I left the faith as a 19 year old…hardly an adult). One aspect of the faith that has secured my adoration for this walk, is the rhythm of the Church. We read purposeful Scripture all year long, every Sunday, every service. Sometimes, IContinue reading “A Note about March 25”

A Hand in Injustice

If I am not mindful, my intense desire for justice sours all goodness. Hatred is kindled, and more often than not, emotions and sharp words cast off Christ in my exchanges.

A Mom I Met

Sometimes, I meet people and learn bits of their story…at the store, at a traffic light, at work, at school. They are often unexpected—the stories I hear—but I am rarely as moved as I was this week during an encounter with a stranger.