I visited an Antiochian Orthodox church today in Grand Rapids. This was much different than when I had visited in College Station.
What a powerful time. The connectedness that I felt to the ancient church through the Divine Liturgy, the iconography, and even the Communion (which I didn't partake of since I'm not Orthodox) just left me with a sense of awe that I'm still processing.
And it was the first time I'd ever heard the Cherubic Hymn and just found it almost hauntingly beautiful. Everything just seems to draw one closer to God.
Also, everyone was so kind and welcoming. I love how they sat me with someone to help explain things to me, and 3 different people brought some of the blessed bread to me as they received Communion.
What a powerful time. The connectedness that I felt to the ancient church through the Divine Liturgy, the iconography, and even the Communion (which I didn't partake of since I'm not Orthodox) just left me with a sense of awe that I'm still processing.
And it was the first time I'd ever heard the Cherubic Hymn and just found it almost hauntingly beautiful. Everything just seems to draw one closer to God.
Also, everyone was so kind and welcoming. I love how they sat me with someone to help explain things to me, and 3 different people brought some of the blessed bread to me as they received Communion.