Oh my gosh . . believe it or not I left something out 
One of the things that led to my general spirityual crisis is that all the change and all the smoke and mirors (literal and figurative) that they were using to sell Christ just kept minimizing and minimizing God to me. I looked out one day and realized that everyone was worshiping a God who bowed down to them. the worship area had to be just so or they wouldn't feel comfortable, the service had to be mid day because they couldn't be bothered to wake up after a night of partying, the dress had to be casual because if they bothered to dress at all after crawling out of bed they certainly wanted to be comfortable. there were cofffee shops and book stores and lounges in case yuo just weren't cofortable enough in the sanctuary. there were private gyms and cafes and family centers becoming the norm. the music had t be top notch to our ears and in a style that was relevent to us. we only wanted to worship with other eople just like us who shared our tastes and goals.
Quite honestly I wanted a God who just wasn't that concerned about me and my whims. I wanted a God who cammanded worship and adoration on his terms. not ours.
Then someone pointed out how all the praise songs and gospels song were all about us. I didn't believe it at first but when I listened to the words (rather than getting caught up in the emotion - which is very carefully orchastrated because getting caught up emotionally is the halmark od some holy spirit experiance even though the same response can be seen at any rock concert - Christian or secular) but when I listened to the words i realized the were right - I need more, I want more, you come to me, touch me, come to me, heal me, clear my path, make it easy for me to have yuor blessings, me me me i want I want i want. very little just out right praising God.
and some of the things they said were pretty brazen and arrogant. I still go to a protastant church with my husband and sing along because hey . . I am a team player and will have a good attitude . . . .but the song said "I want to touch you, I want to see your face". Think for a moment about any one who had a chance to see Gods face. Most knew better than to look. Was it moses who hid in the cleft of a rock. "Please no God! I would be destrpoyed if I looked on your glory." When Christ was transfigured even though the disciples has seen him before I believe they passed out cold when they just had a glimpse of his real glory.
Anyway . . I wanted a God who didn't bow down to me. and if it wasn't the God of the evangelical church I could live with that. if there was no god like that I could live with that too. but I believed the real God, the God I had known all along, was a God who bows to no one. So step two was to find a church who didn't give a crap about my whims and desires but was there to worship God alone. In the orthodox church the worship goes on even if no one but the priest shows up. I have walked in on the middle of the service and was the first one there. I love that it is so not about me. I am invited to join in for prayer and worship. but I am not the reason for it. no one is going to come to me with a sale pitch and offers to find a view of a god suitable for me. they have their God, he has instituted worship his way. and I can take it or leave it thankyouverymuch. (don't get me wrong. if I missed more than week people would be on the phone to see what was wrong. but that is because they love me, not because they are pandering for me or overly concerned with getting the unchurched in the pews at any cost for no good reason).

One of the things that led to my general spirityual crisis is that all the change and all the smoke and mirors (literal and figurative) that they were using to sell Christ just kept minimizing and minimizing God to me. I looked out one day and realized that everyone was worshiping a God who bowed down to them. the worship area had to be just so or they wouldn't feel comfortable, the service had to be mid day because they couldn't be bothered to wake up after a night of partying, the dress had to be casual because if they bothered to dress at all after crawling out of bed they certainly wanted to be comfortable. there were cofffee shops and book stores and lounges in case yuo just weren't cofortable enough in the sanctuary. there were private gyms and cafes and family centers becoming the norm. the music had t be top notch to our ears and in a style that was relevent to us. we only wanted to worship with other eople just like us who shared our tastes and goals.
Quite honestly I wanted a God who just wasn't that concerned about me and my whims. I wanted a God who cammanded worship and adoration on his terms. not ours.
Then someone pointed out how all the praise songs and gospels song were all about us. I didn't believe it at first but when I listened to the words (rather than getting caught up in the emotion - which is very carefully orchastrated because getting caught up emotionally is the halmark od some holy spirit experiance even though the same response can be seen at any rock concert - Christian or secular) but when I listened to the words i realized the were right - I need more, I want more, you come to me, touch me, come to me, heal me, clear my path, make it easy for me to have yuor blessings, me me me i want I want i want. very little just out right praising God.
and some of the things they said were pretty brazen and arrogant. I still go to a protastant church with my husband and sing along because hey . . I am a team player and will have a good attitude . . . .but the song said "I want to touch you, I want to see your face". Think for a moment about any one who had a chance to see Gods face. Most knew better than to look. Was it moses who hid in the cleft of a rock. "Please no God! I would be destrpoyed if I looked on your glory." When Christ was transfigured even though the disciples has seen him before I believe they passed out cold when they just had a glimpse of his real glory.
Anyway . . I wanted a God who didn't bow down to me. and if it wasn't the God of the evangelical church I could live with that. if there was no god like that I could live with that too. but I believed the real God, the God I had known all along, was a God who bows to no one. So step two was to find a church who didn't give a crap about my whims and desires but was there to worship God alone. In the orthodox church the worship goes on even if no one but the priest shows up. I have walked in on the middle of the service and was the first one there. I love that it is so not about me. I am invited to join in for prayer and worship. but I am not the reason for it. no one is going to come to me with a sale pitch and offers to find a view of a god suitable for me. they have their God, he has instituted worship his way. and I can take it or leave it thankyouverymuch. (don't get me wrong. if I missed more than week people would be on the phone to see what was wrong. but that is because they love me, not because they are pandering for me or overly concerned with getting the unchurched in the pews at any cost for no good reason).










: Then the priest will put his stole on your head and say the prayer of absolution.
I converted to Orthodoxy about thirty years ago.



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