I have been on a remarkable journey to Orthodoxy. I am the eldest daughter of two lapsed Roman Catholics, who left Rome for Protestantism before I was born. I was raised in the Presbyterian Church USA. When in college, I had a “born-again Christian” roommate, who told me about the plan of salvation — which was the first time I had ever heard such a thing.
I continued to go about my life, even though I made that verbal confession of faith in Jesus Christ. The Lord was merciful to me — He never took from me the ability to understand the Scriptures, even though I continued in my sin and rebellion.
At Easter, 1990, I found myself at a Passion Play at an Assemblies of God, at which time I renewed my commitment to Christ. I attended faithfully for 5 years. I then met the man who would become my future husband. This man had been raised in this location; however due to poor choices in his past, he was not treated very nicely when he started to attend regular services again. This made me angry, because I could not reconcile how these same people who would wax poetic about the greatness of God in changing Saul into the Apostle Paul seemed to believe that this same God could not change my husband. We left that church, and began attending our local C.E.C. Parish, the Rector of which was a personal friend, and spiritual Father to me.
Through the course of the next 10 years or so, we came to realize at our Parish in the CEC that the CEC was, basically, corrupt. At that time, our Rector began taking steps to move the Parish into Orthodoxy, and in 2010 we were received into the ROCOR as a Western Rite Parish.
I am proud to be Orthodox. I embrace Orthodox thought, and I endeavor to pray for those who choose to remain ignorant of the Truth in it. Sometimes, I am successful. Sometimes, I have been vilified for it. I have lost long time friends over speaking the Truth about Orthodoxy and the teachings of the Apostles. Some of those people are long term Protestants, some are so-called “pastors”. In all cases, I am of the opinion that it is their pride getting in the way, and allowing their feelings of discomfort to manifest themselves as anger toward me. Just yesterday, I was called a “sanctimonious egomaniac” by a woman who is a Pastor with the PCUSA.
I am willing to be called names for preaching the truth of Orthodoxy.