Christ is Risen!
daily, sacred time May 9th, 2008
I know I’m pretty late when it comes to blogging about the celebration of the resurrection, but Holy Week wore us out. Here’s some pictures (edit: I could not get the pictobrowser to work for the life of me!) of Audrey’s involvement in the many, many hours of services. I’m not being snarky–I wouldn’t have traded a minute of watching the 30 people join the Orthodox church on Saturday or the pageantry of the Pascha service that night. But I am thankful that I won’t be wrangling a 1 year old through it again anytime soon.



The top two photos are from Holy Saturday but did you see my sleepy baby at the bottom? The jammie shot was taken around, oh, midnight and she stayed awake through the entire service and feasting that followed. 10:30 pm until 2:30 and then woke up bright and shining at 6:30 am.
The next day (or the same day if you’re a stickler for time):



She loved her Easter basket full of empty eggs and the sunny time with Mommy and Daddy at a local fountain.
Christ is Risen!
Truly He is Risen!
The Right to Heresy
features, sacred time January 29th, 2008
I just threw out a stack of magazines so of course I want to blog about one of the articles that’s been floating around in my brain. Here’s a link to “Hot Air Gods” in Harper’s Magazine, December 2007. Basically, author Curtis White wrote about the lack of orthodoxy in American religion. He cites NPR’s This I believe as a perfect example of how we celebrate individual beliefs in the trival (I believe in barbeque) and have pushed religious freedom ad absurdum.
Advent (or waiting to unpack the Christmas decorations)
features, sacred time December 5th, 2007
It is December 4th and we have no Christmas tree. In years past, I would excuse this lack of Christmas cheer by saying that I married a man of no holidays and no traditions. Our first Christmas as a married couple we decorated a palm tree. Last year, we knew a move was imminent and didn’t bother to bring up a single box of Christmas cheer from the garage. Some of my fondest memories as an adolescent involve decorating my parents’ home for Christmas, usually on the Friday after Thanksgiving.
