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 […]
Strange, Yet Familiar: My Journey: Part 3
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.
Strange, Yet Familiar: My Journey: Part 2
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?
Strange, Yet Familiar: My Journey: Part 1
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, […]
The Vision Through The Door
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
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