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The Blatherings Of A Blitherer



It’s been CRAZY BUSY around here lately so I haven’t been posting much, even though I’ve had posts rattling around in my head including a bit about Midwestern Hospitality and the urge to feed people until they explode.

Nesko and I went to Church yesterday, at the Serbian Orthodox Church he goes to for Easter and Christmas and no other time. Part of the service was intensely and incredibly familiar, even though it was in a different language. Other parts were really strange and outright foreign. I was most weirded out by possibly the most innocuous difference. I don’t know if I’m going to blog about it because there’s a very good chance I’ll sound like a jerk or something. I tend to be flippant, and it’s really easy for flippancy about religious worship to be taken the wrong way. Or to, you know, be a jerk about it. One of the hardest things for me was that I’m very used to Catholic Churches having misselettes with “The Order of the Mass” in it, which outlines what’s happening when, what you’re supposed to say, and how you’re supposed to act (IE sit, stand, kneel, cross yourself, etc). I couldn’t find that anywhere, although it might have been in Serbian and I just missed it. So I was very clueless as to what was going on (most of the service was in Serbian as well; there’s normally an English service at 9:30, this was Serbian with a little English mixed in) and that always bothers me.

We plan to go next Sunday as well. I’ve visited the church’s webpage and they have a huge community with a lot of stuff going on… folklore classes, Serbian language classes, a really kickin’ choir, job networking. Nesko’s sister sings in the choir and has invited him to join; I’ve been bugging him to do so for MONTHS now.

It’s kind of weird how not involved in his religion he is. Growing up, I went to Mass every single Sunday, First Friday in grade school, Holy Day of Obligation, etc. It was such a huge part of life, and intimately familiar. And then he and I go to the Church he thinks of as his Church and he doesn’t really know what’s going on or why. I mean, he’s not stupid, but it isn’t as much a part of his life as religion was mine.

If anyone knows anything about the Order of Service for Eastern Orthodox Liturgical Services (specifically Serbian Orthodox) please let me know or point me where I can find it. I’m mostly finding stuff about Greek Orthodox Wedding and Funeral services.

In other news, we still have a huge hole in our bathroom ceiling and the weather out here is going fucking insane. It’s warm! It rains! It’s cold again! Whoop, now it’s warm! Ha ha, spring is here! Wait! Now it’s cold! Who wants snow?

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