This whole thing started a few years ago when a very good friend, and the worst United Methodist minister in the world apparently, decided to have these long, late-night chats with my husband and I about Jesus, Christianity, the history of the church, and what exactly are we supposed to believe anyway. We were surprised to discover how much we didn’t know about our own faith. These conversations got us (and when I say us, I mean my husband, Jay) to thinking…
Jay, through the courtesy of the all-powerful world wide web, discovered a little site called Ancient Faith Radio. He began listening to their podcasts and reading books and asking questions about the Methodist church we’ve belonged to our whole lives. Before I even knew what was happening, we were attending our very first Orthodox service (Vespers) and discussing going to the church’s weekly Inquirers class. So in brief, Jay kind of stumbled upon Orthodoxy like a fortunate accident, whereas I was kidnapped and dragged kicking and screaming into it.
What seems to me like a very short span of time, I have gone from being a perfectly normal, contented Protestant, happy to be ignorant of the rest of the Christian world, to being a ridiculously clumsy Christian wanna-be who just can’t cut it. Everything I thought I knew is changing.
And so I decided to write a blog. A place where I can freely pick apart the areas of Protestantism that up until a couple years ago I was perfectly fine with, but now really annoy me. A place I can anguish over my long list of hypocrisies and shortcomings as only a true self-loather can. And, of course, a place where I can ask the all-important “What does it all mean?” while I’m working this out.
I am on a journey. A long, exhausting journey. If you’re one of two people who might see this blog, please take a look around. Perhaps you will find something related to your own journey. Or perhaps I could learn a thing or two from the wiser you. Otherwise, thanks for stopping by.