Today I met a man, Father J.T., who is a Western Orthodox priest. I mentioned that my late brother would love his robe. Rog was Catholic, but loved the old, traditional garb. He was laid to rest in a monks cowl, although he never took monks orders. In other words, he was not a monk.
We fell into conversation and he told me some things about the history of his church, and some of their rituals. I found it quite fascinating. When he left, I felt a sense of inner peace I've not experienced in some time. This man seems to radiate kindness, and it envelopes everyone and everything around him. I'm not ready to embrace his faith by any means, but I hope our paths will cross again.
We fell into conversation and he told me some things about the history of his church, and some of their rituals. I found it quite fascinating. When he left, I felt a sense of inner peace I've not experienced in some time. This man seems to radiate kindness, and it envelopes everyone and everything around him. I'm not ready to embrace his faith by any means, but I hope our paths will cross again.
