You know, Seventh, here I am full of faith, wanting to worship the Lord, eager to know Him in a deeper way, starving for the Resurrection and the holiness of this season, and cut apart away from my parish like dead flesh. I feel like I have the choices of being a slave under mind control and domination by arrogant men and keep my status as Orthodox or I can be free of the abuse and not be Orthodox.
It isn't pleasant feeling how I feel or living like I'm living. I have this tremendous burst of Christian energy. I'm a vessel full of love for God. I thought I had found "home" in the faith, and really I've just had one lousy experience after another, one disappointment after another, and more Pharisee-like stuff from the clergy than humility and encouragement. I've never felt so low, so un-loved, unwanted, and unwelcome. And it's not the first or second time.
You feel God isn't out there sometimes and that there is nothing. Sad thing is, i TRULY DO FEEL He's out there, but finding a Church home has been pure Gehenna for Kate, the kids, and I. We jokingly call ourselves "Orthodox in Exile" right now.
Funny thing is, I still can't part with the T-bar cross in my heart. I'm working on that. I had someone the other day come by our home, a guest, and they marveled at our icon wall. They just couldn't stop talking about it, over and over, spell-bound. We have around $6,000 worth of icons (though I certainly did NOT pay that!), and it is lovely. They've enriched our prayer life immensely. Anyway, she asked me what religion we are? It just came out of our mouth: "Orthodox." Then Kate and I looked at each other with the sad reality that that is coming to an end it seems.
I feel like I'm getting divorced from my high school sweetheart or like someone has died. I HATE spiritual life right now.
So, despite your opposite issue from mine, I know the empty and yuck feeling you're going through I'm pretty sure. Sucks. Badly.
The path to the Lord is often so laden with gopher holes and snakes within, so many pick-pockets and thieves, liars, and Trojan Horses....ugh. I'm super frustrated.
I might just go visit, without communion, my parents' Anglican parish during Holy Week. I've been attending an Eastern Catholic parish for over a month now.
Ugh....I feel like I'm in recovery.