In 384 A.D., our father among the saints, the Holy Gregory the Theologian (Nazianzus) composed the following 111-line poem to Olympiatha, a young bride, on the occasion of her crowning and marriage to Nevrithios, an illustrious youth and official of the imperial city. Although the saint wrote this poem as advice to a young bride, […] The post Advice to Women from St. Gregory the Theologian appeared first on Become Orthodox.

I don’t like to get political, so I won’t. I want to make it clear that I’m not affiliated with, nor a proponent of, either political party in the USA. I am not even an American. I am speaking as an outsider living among Americans, and my views are simply that: my views. Furthermore, I … Continue reading Trump, Clinton & the Conflict of Relativism →

This is one of those things to read at night, when you’re mellow. Think of those nights when you watch a movie alone, one of those movies where there is some kind of heroic ending – where someone comes and saves the day, and the heroes are smiling and crying and laughing all at the … Continue reading Those lonely moments in the night. →

Are you going to SMSP or SASC tomorrow? This question likely makes no sense to you, dear reader, but to a fictional youth deciding between two fictional parishes, St. Mark and St. Peter Church (SMSP) and St. Athanasius and St. Cyril Church (SASC), the question makes perfect sense, because each parish, of course, has an […] The post Why all the Acronyms (WATA)? appeared first on Become Orthodox.

This post is an installment in the “Let Me Tell You a Story” Series. It ought to be read in order and in context. For the introduction to this story, click anywhere on this text. There you will also find a table of contents. So, we return to our narrative, the King has made a … Continue reading 3. The people, the gift and the purpose. →

There’s a segment in Les Misérables, where Marius, after his close friends die in the revolution, sings: There’s a grief that can’t be spoken, There’s a pain goes on an on, Empty chairs at empty tables, Now my friends, are… (READ MORE)