This week has not been a good week, again.
I am actually mulling over trying a different parish of a different tradition in the area, not because I think it will get me converted sooner (I’ve pretty much given up on any hope of that happening anytime soon), but because I feel like I am far too much of a nuisance and a burden to my priest and deacon, who are probably not used to a 40-something who is so immature and carries so much baggage.
At the same time, I don’t want my priest to feel unappreciated or insulted, as he is a very kind, good, and patient man, and I like the parish and services, and have been going there for months.
So, I’m not sure. I hate to start over elsewhere, but it is very hard to ‘stick it out’ when I feel like I am falling apart all the time. I know we are to rely on God first, and I would feel utterly terrible about leaving, but I just feel like too much of a dead weight.
But then again, if I’m a dead weight, then being a burden on a different priest, would not be fair to them, either, and switching ‘doctors’ mid-‘treatment’, to use the common hospital metaphor, is probably not wise.
Unfortunately, the old adages of ‘standing by myself’ and ‘pulling myself up by my bootstraps’ and ‘being a man’ don’t apply here—I am far too immature and broken for those to be applicable—and it seems like independence, in Orthodoxy, is not a virtue, but a vice.
I don’t know.
I am actually mulling over trying a different parish of a different tradition in the area, not because I think it will get me converted sooner (I’ve pretty much given up on any hope of that happening anytime soon), but because I feel like I am far too much of a nuisance and a burden to my priest and deacon, who are probably not used to a 40-something who is so immature and carries so much baggage.
At the same time, I don’t want my priest to feel unappreciated or insulted, as he is a very kind, good, and patient man, and I like the parish and services, and have been going there for months.
So, I’m not sure. I hate to start over elsewhere, but it is very hard to ‘stick it out’ when I feel like I am falling apart all the time. I know we are to rely on God first, and I would feel utterly terrible about leaving, but I just feel like too much of a dead weight.
But then again, if I’m a dead weight, then being a burden on a different priest, would not be fair to them, either, and switching ‘doctors’ mid-‘treatment’, to use the common hospital metaphor, is probably not wise.
Unfortunately, the old adages of ‘standing by myself’ and ‘pulling myself up by my bootstraps’ and ‘being a man’ don’t apply here—I am far too immature and broken for those to be applicable—and it seems like independence, in Orthodoxy, is not a virtue, but a vice.
I don’t know.
