September 14th marks yet another important Feast Day in the Greek Orthodox Church. It’s the day a woman born in obscurity would find something highly regarded by much of today’s world.Continue reading St. Helen, Sweet Basil, and the Holy Cross
I have been struggling with how to write these words, but another beautiful life has been unfairly taken by COVID-19.
The first day of Lent in Greece is a bit of an oddity. For many, a strict Lenten fast will be observed in reverence to the solemnity of the time leading up to Pascha (Easter), while also frolicking and picnicking, and generally having a jolly good time!
Greeks like bread. No… we LOVE bread. There is literally a bread made specifically for every main holiday, and this doesn’t even cover the bread used daily and in religious ceremonies!
This last weekend was a little busier than our typical Thanksgiving holidays are. My grandson was baptised on Saturday into the Greek Orthodox faith. It was kind of a big day.
Greeks are coffee drinkers, viewing tea as something consumed for health rather than enjoyment. But there’s no rule that you can’t enjoy something you do for your health, now is there?
This is not a statement from a two year old throwing a temper tantrum. This is the statement that changed the outcome of World War II. Ask Winston Churchill.
Imagine not being able to see the words on your screen. Imagine not being able to see anything. Imagine having that all miraculously change. I’m hoping I won’t have to imagine it.
It never fails, people will kindly wish me “Happy Easter”, prompting an internal conflict I have yet to resolve. Because most of the time, it won’t be Easter for me, yet!
There is something special about food traditionally made for holidays. Even though you could make it at any time of the year, you don’t because it would just be all sorts of wrong to do so.
If you happen to live in a city outside of Greece that has a large population of Greek diaspora, you may have noticed big parades of men proudly wearing skirts and carrying the Greek flag every March 25th (or some day close to it).
Last Sunday was a special day for my family. My new grandson was brought to church for the first time following the same kind of practice going back thousands of years. The same practice as when Jesus was brought to the synagogue when he was a baby.
I’m not talking about beautiful sunsets, stunning wildlife, or Abe Lincoln’s likeness in a potato chip. I’m talking inexplicable, logic defying phenomena that emotionally moves you to the core. I do.
Ah, Great Lent. That multi-week period of time where every orthodox child develops a love-hate relationship with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
In the Eastern Orthodox faith, days that commemorate a particular saint, holy event, or the angels are called feast days. Is it called a feast day because there is a feast? No. Can food be part of the equation? Yes.
If a bunch of cows is a herd, if geese gather in gaggles, and seagulls fly in a flock, what do you call a bunch of Greeks? A good time, of course! With lots and lots of food. Lots of food. Did I mention that there’s food?
September 8th is the feast day of the Nativity (birth) of the Virgin Mary. In Greek Orthodox tradition, feast days are holy days that commemorate significant events related to the church. They may mark the births and/or deaths of saints, or other momentous occasions. This particular feast day marks the day that Orthodox Christians commemorate the birth of the Virgin Mary. In Greek she is called the Theotokos, or Mother of God.
As far as I can tell, Greeks in Greece don’t actually own pets. I will admit that this presumption is based on limited observations, but I’ve really never seen anyone there with the stereotypical pet. One of my cousins once had some small birds (parakeets, I think), but I just don’t recall ever seeing anyone with pets like dogs or cats. Now don’t get me wrong, cats and dogs are definitely there. They just don’t seem to “belong” to anyone.