I believe my journey started as early as middle school, in a decidely protestant k-12 school rife with hypocrisy and false doctrine. I didn't have the skills or understanding then to have approached ORthodoxy, but the beginning of the end had already started. I could not find another protestant denom with MORE truth, at least that is how I saw it, so I stuck with what I had biding my time. It wasn't the best, but I was still a minor with limited options. My father was ordained, law enforcement, and Jerry's personal body guard. Not too many options then!
Up until about 5 years ago I had never heard of ORthodoxy at all. Didn't even hit me when I saw Big Fat Greek Wedding. We drove past our only parish, a Greek one, for over 25 years! I believe I had to go through all those years of falsehoods for some reason, and then had to wait until my much more comfortable husband became fed up as well. I am extremely thankful that God saw fit to bring us both to Orthodoxy simultaneously, though unbeknownst to one another at first.
We only had that Greek parish here, and at first Fr. was quite gruff with dh. I think they see many LU students that are disallusioned with the baptist doctrine, but don't stay long visiting Orthodoxy either. Once they realized we were quite serious, we were made catechumens very quickly. I think we had a good basic knowledge of our own faith, and Fr. filled in the errors where he needed. Slowly and gently, but it still felt like having a carpet ripped out from under you. We even went through times of anger towards those that had taught us so poorly, and guilt for buying into it, frustration for feeling so incapable of meeting the bar as protestants... quite a roller coaster of emotion.
We are only catechumens for about 6 mo, and then had to have our marriage blessed by the church. We then had to baptize 5 of our children all at once, have them christmated, and recieved into the church. Once it started happening, it happened in full Dolby surround sound!
When you made your commitment to the Roman church, was it not truly to God himself? The fact that you had to come through the RC church first on your way home was just the path God intended for you. I don't think you guys need to feel guilt, remorse, or even embarassment. We went through baptist, "baptecostal," Calvary chapel and even church of the living room a couple of times before we found the truth. It's not church hopping to seek with everything you have in you. It's only when we let go of our programming that the light was revealed. You guys are so blessed to have found the truth, though I know it's not easy to find a parish here in the southeast. Take it slow and relax. You're almost home!
homeschooling mom to 7
Heather Anne Michaela-Rett Syndrome