Originally posted by Intrigued Latin:
Dear Friends,
As long as I've known her, she has never been to confession nor received Holy Communion. She is a wonderful honest person, wife and mother and I'm sure God knows that.
At one time in my life, I had even thought of converting to Orthodox so we as a family would be in ecclesiastical communion.
It was decided that the responsibility of our daughter's (and future children, God willing) religious education would be mine and the Catholic School system in Toronto.
I would really like to know how I can contribute (other than by example) to my wife's rediscovery of faith.
Thanks
Brad
After all that high hillarity, I got caught up short by a few sobor thoughts...
The idea of entering communion in Orthodoxy is not out of the question actually, but it would take a very good Orthodox bishop and pastor to help you without forcing you to sin against your Baptism.
But it is not a total impossibility. You'd be in for a rough ride 'out in the world' but if it were for the soul of your wife and children then I'd ignore the rest of the world. At the very least you could begin to attend divine liturgy in an Orthodox parish on Sunday.
Also you might want to find an Orthodox pastor who would help you establish an eastern Orthodox discipline of daily prayer for the family in the house...morning and evening prayer perhaps. I'd begin now so that your daughter is raised in that discipline and it becomes second nature to her early.
And the best of all possible evangelical tools for the Kingdom is the Revealed Word itself...so haul out your Bible and read it aloud on a regular basis.
I like to sit in the tub, in the summer time, with the window open and read Kings aloud to the cats...
...I have had several people knock on my door to ask what "kind" of Christian I am. I live in Methodist country and they are almost accustomed to the idea now, that for this strange single female, work is prayer which is why I mow the lawn while they are having church services. They can't hear me, but they sure can see me and boy did they scowl in the beginning.
The Happy Benedictine
Lizzie
