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?
Part One An Absence and a Presence by Bishop Kallistos (Ware), Bishop of Diokleia I can remember exactly when my personal journey to Orthodoxy began. It happened quite unexpectedly one Saturday afternoon in the summer of 1952, when I was seventeen. I was walking along Buckingham Palace Road, close to Victoria Station in central London, […]
by David Trace I first became exposed to Orthodoxy as an undergraduate over twenty years ago. I was taking a Russian language course and was told that a local Orthodox parish had a Russian festival. The professor recommended it. To my knowledge she was not Orthodox. I went and purchased my first icon. Each year […]
One Easter Sunday morning at Holy Communion, I felt that I had a vision. It was of a very bright light in the Church which seemed to be beckoning me on. At the time, I said nothing to anyone — for I was afraid
by Alexandra Wood When I was a little girl it was still possible to teach Scripture in schools and even people who did not attend church were happy for their children to be taught. I remember as a child of eight or nine that I pictured in my mind one night the Mount of Olives […]