It seems that from Day One of becoming a chrismated Orthodox Christian, I have been busy. First of all, the services have kept me going. I was chrismated on the day of our Theophany services. The second Sunday was the blessing of the waters. Last Sunday was the visit from Bishop Thomas. My new brothers and sisters have suggested that I consider teaching an adult Sunday school class and taking up chanting (that is a thought). A couple have even asked me about the priesthood being somewhere in my future (I ain’t even thinking about that yet). In between all of this, I have put together a solid website/blog for the Virginia Chapter of the Brotherhood of St. Moses the Black. In my personal journey, I wake up at 4 am to read and take notes from the Early Church Fathers on top of my pre-prayers and Matins as well as being more observant of the Hours.
Actually, the adjustment has not been rough at all. I do miss my brothers and sisters at Trinity Baptist Church. My elders loved me like a son. I was a big brother even to those who were a few years older than myself. People in the community still find it odd that my car is no longer in the church yard on Sunday mornings. Except for the Ethiopian families, I am the only black person in a predominately white church of a Middle Eastern rooted church.
But, I think it is because we are such a motley crew of people that I fit in at St. Basil. I think one of the unique things about coming to such a church is that we all are bringing different stories to the table. And the thing that brings us all together is the common union of faith in Jesus Christ. Maybe I am weird (no … wait). But, I think there is something incredibly spiritually unifying in taking the Eucharist from the same cup. We aren’t all squeemish about that spoon being in someone else’s mouth before ours and vice-versa. Because we are not just taking any old bread and wine. We are taking the Body and Blood of the Savior, Jesus Christ. The bread was made by someone in the church and proper sealed as holy and we all partake of it. We kiss the same cross, icon, and hand of the priest. So, we have a spiritual bond with each other. With that spiritual bond established, social bonds follow suit. Maybe closer with some than others. But, that is how friendships go in any part of human society. The point is not the things that separate us, but the One that brought and brings us together that matters.