…which you’d expect (how they strayed by their innovations of a different way of signing the Cross; celibacy;Immaculate Conception…etc), but what I liked about his informal presentation of the Orthodox faith to this probably mostly Protestant group was the matter-of-factness of it – non-apologetics apologetics. Of course we’d want our babies to be joined to the Body of Christ. Of course our worship, full of signs and ritual brings us closer to God. Of course we are so glad to be surrounded by icons, by the family of faith.
Oh, and the deep Southern drawl didn’t hurt.
The Russian Orthodox community in this tiny burg – Brookside – just 20 miles north of downtown Birmingham has its roots in the late 19th and early 20th centuries when mine owners brought Eastern Europeans and Russians to work. The mines closed in the 20’s, but the tiny church remains in Brookside and celebrates a Russian food festival every fall.
We didn’t eat any of the meals – not to the children’s taste and really not my favorite cuisine either. But we did buy sweets and a fantastic flatbread (I’ve forgotten the name, but the woman told me it has cheese and potato in it), and I picked up a book on icons for children.
The parish hall is next door in this building. Did the Baptists outgrow it or were they vanquished?