This summer, I went to the movies. I didnt go to the cinema and order popcorn and a soda, but instead went to a local church and ate veggies and hummus. I didnt buy a ticket, but I gave my love offering. I didnt see the latest blockbuster, but I watched a little-known film about the plight of the Tibetan people.
As I stood there in the shower, the song that had so encouraged me before flitted through my troubled mind, and I began to sing. Shakily at first, the words pushed past the turmoil in my brain and came pouring out my mouth.
It might be months before I’m a full-fledged member of the Eastern Orthodox Church.