by Misty Duke Prior to becoming an Orthodox catechumen I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to look at the bones of a dead man, even if he were a saint. “What benefit is there to looking at that which belongs whole and hidden in a grave awaiting our Savior’s return?” My Protestant mind so […]
The Journey Home
by Misty Duke My journey home to the Orthodox Church began in my youth. I don’t remember the year, but I know it was a tender one. I remember an old priest in brightly colored vestments, a beautiful church with walls covered in icons, and young girls wearing headscarves approaching the communion chalice. Glory to […]