“I know, it brings me to tears to see people who have been forcibly estranged and raised godless in coommunist countries flock to churches. They ever so clumsily approach and enter the church, not knowing what to do, but they are there in earnest, hungry for God.”
I’ve never seen this in a formerly atheistic country, but I have seen it with Russians, Serbs and Roumanians in Greece and here in the States. Its just as you say, Kosta, the fumbling, unsure approach, actions arising from some long suppressed childhood memory of what a grandmother may have told them and then after awhile in the Liturgy, the eyes shining with tears of happiness. Makes me cry just to think about it.
Kawaii, that’s a wonderful story about the new little Russian temple.
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That's what it is: childhood memories of their babushka grandmother, or mother, if they were lucky, crossing them as they tucked them in for the night, or seeing them pray before icons and lighting the icon lamp.
It moves me to tears to see their spiritual hungar and the reverence they show as they enter a church.