Fourteen years ago, I was chrismated in the Orthodox Church. That year it was the Feast of Pentecost. (We have a ways to go until Pentecost this year.) It was the culmination of about seven years (five with focused intentionality) of inquiry regarding the Orthodox Faith.
I had begun attending an Orthodox parish in the summer of 2000, while in graduate studies in Chicago. I did not have a clear set of reasons why I wanted to become Orthodox. I had not been satisfied by the way of Christian living given me by the churches in which I grew up, and while I delighted in the liturgical forms of prayer in Anglicanism (the Episcopal Church) I was also much disturbed by how politically oriented things were among Episcopalians. In Chicago, I became aware of many other religious groups I otherwise might not have encountered in my life had I remained in my hometown. One group that struck me was the orthodox Jewish community in and around Skokie, and how distinct was the way of life they led. I learned through that, that it was a way of life, not a new set of beliefs or liturgies, for which I was hungering. I had not found it among my heritage churches, among the Episcopalians, or Roman Catholics (all of which I had considered after entering graduate studies). All of these groups seemed more or less to be imitations of various aspects of American political culture (either right or left depending on the group), dressed up in moral strictures like the Golden Rule and the Ten Commandments.
I understand my tone is somewhat critical, and I suppose it must be. I do not, however, mean to disparage any of the various groups and traditions. But what is most certainly true is the way in which I had been approaching each group. I looked at their beliefs and dogmas, determined which ones I agreed with, then tested the group (participating in public worship, using their materials for private devotions), but ultimately, I ran up against something that necessitated my departure from the group. By the time I came to the Orthodox Church I knew, and sometimes expressed, that this was it. After this, there was nowhere else to go. If this failed, it would be simply falling back to wherever I could best make my way on my own.
Continue reading “One of the Means by Which I Became Orthodox”
REI Outfitters tempted me with a clearance offer today, so I succumbed to the 60% off offer of a 3L day pack with water bladder. When will I use it? I’m not sure. During the previous year of lockdowns and no one going anywhere, I began to build my backpack from scratch. Things like a compass, fire starter, first aid kit, and so on. But the only sort of back pack I had was a military hand-me-down (buddy who’s a former Marine gifted me his), which was for multi-day hiking and camping use. What I was needing was a day pack. Start small, as they say.
I haven’t been tent camping in quite a long time. But every spring, and in the fall when the weather cools, I get the itch. I only got a tent in the last couple of years (work anniversary gift from my employer). I only got durable hiking boots last December. So, yeah, despite the urge to “glamp” or even day hike, I didn’t have the equipment. So last year, I would look for things on sale, and get the things I could afford. Ten dollars here. Twenty dollars there. I’ve got more tent than I need, but I’m going to wait and set aside funds a little here and little there, till I can get a lighter one that’s good enough for just me and the dog.
Oh, yeah, there’s a dog.
But of course all this hiking and camping talk isn’t about hiking and camping. It’s spring and I’m restless.
Continue reading “Vernal Restlessness”
I’m still trying to find my way forward for a more organized life. It’s not about getting more done, though there’s that. It’s not about “becoming a better me,” though there’s some of that, too. It’s not even about gaining control of my time, which is a bit of a fool’s errand, truth be told. But there does seem to be a felt need at present to be more orderly.
Order and design are built in to the universe, no doubt about it. We live in a “just so” world, in which cosmic measurements such as the distance of our planet from the sun, or the composition of gases in our atmosphere, or the tilt of the planet’s axis, and so on, are so precisely balanced as to defy mathematical odds. If the Creator of the Universe can so balance on a pinpoint the seemingly infinite number of precise ratios, distances, angles, forces, and what not so that life can not only happen but can flourish on our planet, surely little ol’ me can figure out how to complete a list of less than a dozen items on a to-do list, and, at the same time, also be accomplishing those things that are meaningful to me (writing a book, losing weight, playing with my dog, and so forth).
Alas, it is not the case.
Continue reading “Wasteful Fecundity and Narrow Order”
I’m not sure whether this blogpost belongs here, or on my other blog, A Writer’s Journey, but I recently made a commitment to myself to post one blogpost per week at each blog, and today, on the calendar, it is the day to write the blogpost for this blog. So here I will put this post.
Today I made my bed. This really is not much of a claim, but, for several months I have not made my bed each day. This is something I did (or is it failed to do?), even though, a couple of years ago, I developed the habit of making my bed (after years of not making it).
I developed the habit a couple of years ago quite deliberately. And all those who advise making one’s bed each day, and all their reasons for so doing, are all correct. It provides an easy “win” for the daily checklist of to-do’s. It brings order to chaos in one little part of one’s world. It adorns one’s room, bringing a beauty of cleanliness, neatness and tidiness to the room, even if there’s clutter elsewhere. It is also a line in the sand: I will not be returning to this place today (or at least not until bedtime); I am up, the day has begun, there will be no return to sleeping. And, it is also a sign of hope: a day of activity lies ahead, and afterwards, tired, I will be able once again to pull back the covers, and slide in, head on pillow, and rest once more.
Continue reading “Making the Bed Basics; a Miscellany of Order”