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.
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!
I decided (wisely?? foolishly??) to redo the website format of mostly-greek.com. So what that really means is that I just finished sitting on my behind for seven hours rearranging almost EVERYTHING here. However, I think this new format is far better both for the visitor as well as myself. I hope you agree!
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.
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.
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.