from the town that I'll be moving to in a few months.
Feeling abnormally social I leaned over and introduced myself.
In true Greek fashion,
she was SO kind-
offered me anything I needed,
a place to stay,
and to introduce me to the parish priest there,
Father Joseph.
I joked about finding a condo
for me and my two roommates to stay in,
she promised she'd see what she could do.
Well we exchanged numbers,
and less than a week later
(seriously it was more like two days!)
I got a call from none other than Father Joseph himself
just to welcome me to the parish
and ask if I needed anything
as moving can be quite the undertaking.
So I was kind of desperate for a place to live at the time-
Tiana and Kristen and I had been looking on craigslist and zillow for WEEKS
and weren't coming up with much.
I just came out and asked him if he had any parishioners
looking to rent out a condo.
Sooooo appropriate, I know....
Well,
Just like that,
Father Joseph took down our info secretary style
"how many bedrooms?"
"yes hmm...and 3 bathrooms too?"
"anything else?"
Long story short,
three weeks later and we're signing a lease on the MOST beautiful home
(more on that later. maybe.)
That's a true servant right there.
And I mean that in the best possible way.
We're all called to serve God.
I've always felt that serving God's children is one of the best ways to do that
(hence the whole doctor gig)
but I never considered myself a child of God
or what true service really means.
Judging from Father Joseph's total commitment
-the way he offered to help
in ANY way he could
without even blinking an eye-
that's true service to your community.
Knowing no task is too menial
no job too small
for even the greatest member to do.
The church my Papouli built in his old χωριό.
Community is a special thing
although I have to say it does drive me crazy from time to time.
I guess that's the American in me.
But I have to say
I have a new-found appreciation for the value of being part of an Orthodox community
Greek, OCA or otherwise,
being a part of the body of Christ
that's what's important :)
"No one on this earth can avoid affliction; and although the afflictions which the Lord sends are not great men imagine them beyond their strength and are crushed by them. This is because they will not humble their souls and commit themselves to the will of God. But the Lord Himself guides with His grace those who are given over to God's will, and they bear all things with fortitude for the sake of God Whom they have so loved and with Whom they are glorified for ever. It is impossible to escape tribulation in this world but the man who is given over to the will of God bears tribulation easily, seeing it but putting his trust in the Lord, and so his tribulations pass." - Archimandrite Sophrony, Founder of the Monastery of St John the Baptist, Essex
In my young days ... I had been attracted to the idea of pure creativity, taking the form of abstract art. ... I derived ideas for my abstract studies from life around me. I would look at a man, a house, a plant, at intricate machinery, extravagant shadowscapes on walls or ceilings, at quivering bonfire flames, and would compose them into abstract pictures, creating in my imagination visions that were not like actual reality. ... Fortunately I soon realised that it was not given to me, a human being, to create from 'nothing', in the way only God can create. I realised that everything that I created was conditioned by what was already in existence. I could not invent a new colour or line that had never existed anywhere before. An abstract picture is like a string of words, beautiful and sonorous in themselves, perhaps, but never expressing a complete thought..." —Preface to St Silouan the Athonite
A month or so ago, I attended an amazing talk by this amazing physician, a family doc in Alabama who sketches his patients and shares their stories through his own writing. He's fascinating and a wonderful speaker and you should definitely look up his books- but I digress.
He started the talk by asking how many of us liked art;
being the tolken liberal arts student in my med school class,
of course I had to raise my hand.
He then called me out of the crowd and asked me what was my favorite museum?
To be fair, I am terrible on the spot
(can't wait for rounding in the hospital- I'm gonna get obliterated.)
So I did what any idiot-who-should-not-raise-their-hand-in-a-large-lecture-hall-ever would do:
I shrugged and turned beet red.
And of course, mere moments later I realized without question