by Marina Moss I cannot put my finger on any one reason for my conversion to Orthodoxy. The awareness of the Orthodox Church crept up on me over many years. I liked history and I read many books about the early Church, especially in Britain. I was convinced that the Orthodox Church was the […]
by Fr. Patrick McCauley Why would an Episcopalian become Orthodox? When I first became an Episcopalian years ago, a friend facetiously told me that I had joined the “best church that money could buy.” In fact, another wag observed that the Episcopal Church is the “Cadillac of American Christianity’’ and the ‘‘Chevis Regal of Protestantism.’’ […]
by Frederica Matthewes-Green Read far and wide for her whimsical, penetrating and poetic expressions of life and faith, Frederica has quickly become known as the “Orthodox Erma Bombeck.” And rightly so. He was an Episcopal priest, but he was standing in an Orthodox church on this Saturday night and thinking about Truth. At the […]
Those who predicted that, in becoming Orthodox, I would be cutting myself off from my own people and my national culture have been proved wrong. In embracing Orthodoxy, so I am convinced, I have become not less English but more genuinely so; I have rediscovered the ancient roots of my Englishness, for the Christian history of my nation extends back to a period long before the schism between East and West.
Orthodoxy, so I recognized in a sudden flash of insight, is not merely a matter of personal belief; it also presupposes outward and visible communion in the sacraments with the bishops who are the divinely-commissioned witnesses to the truth. The question could not be avoided: If Orthodoxy means communion, was it possible for me to be truly Orthodox so long as I still remained an Anglican?