Again, I think we're agreeing, even if I am unintentionally presenting the question provocatively. What I'm talking about isn't "running ahead of others" or adopting lofty spiritual disciplines in prelest, God knows I'm not 'running ahead' of anyone and have little discipline generally.
I'm talking about the liberal application of those accusations to individuals trying to learn the Tradition and apply it to their lives. What I was trying to address, thankfully, hasn't been present in the responses given in this thread. But I think we've all been on this board and in convert communities enough to know what I'm talking about.
In the original post I also made reference to the "super correctness disease" accusation, which has its dangers just like the others, but is often flippantly thrown around as well. Often seen anywhere converts try and find out what of the thousands of contemporary Orthodox approaches and divergences they're supposed to actually ascribe to.
So, if I'm understanding you correctly, what you're talking about is stuff like this:New Convert Syndrome Drives Wife Crazy
“I just think he’s taking it a bit far,” said Sara (“y’know, Abe’s wife”) Bushman. “I’m glad we found Orthodoxy, and I’m all for pushing ourselves to have a healthy spiritual life, but I really don’t think it’s a big deal for me to feed our three- and six-year-olds string cheese on a Wednesday. They have to have calcium, y’know? And if I don’t let them have cheese on the days they decide to like it, their little bones will turn to mush! This is Washington–we haven’t seen sunshine in weeks.”
“Have you tried giving them vitamins?” your terce reporter suggested helpfully.
“The only kind they’ll eat are the gummies, and…”
“Exactly. So the kids are screaming for mac and cheese with hotdogs, Larry–sorry, Theophilact is giving a speech about the theological implications of allowing the girls to be lax even as toddlers, and I feel about as unspiritual as I can get.” Sara sighed. “It wouldn’t be so bad if food were all La–Theo wanted to go bonkers over, but his psy–er, enthusiasm is affecting our whole life! A woman has needs, y’know, and there are certain things only a husband can do!”
“I mean, I really don’t see how it’s appropriate for me to ask for a foot massage during the Dormition Fast! It’s just feet, and there is absolutely nothing passionate, inappropriate or even attractive about my bunions.”
“I see your point,” said your relieved terce reporter.
“And for another thing! While I think it’s great to pray as a family, and saying all the Hours together is a great, um, bonding experience, I don’t know why I bother wrangling the girls into bed at eight if we’re just going to wake them up for the Midnight Office! They’re so cranky in school that Maddie’s teacher wrote home. Apparently she’s stopped complaining about naptime and started refusing to get up afterward.”
“AND, since our hair is our crowning glory, I haven’t been cutting it. So this entire month’s been one long bad hair day!” She looked about to cry. “I tell you, I’m hungry, tired, tea-deprived–I have never felt less spiritual in my life!”
“Wait a second. Tea-deprived?”
“Yeah. I love tea, but it’s just not worth it without honey. Sugar’s not the same.”
“Why can’t you have honey?”
“Animal product, remember?”
“Nonsense. Bees are insects. No backbone.”
She stared. “No…backbone?”
“Totally fasting. St John the Baptist was said to live off of locusts and honey.”
“I can have honey? Excuse me a moment.” Sara returned momentarily with a mug the size of a small cat.
“Much. I’m going to call Theo and tell him the good news. Thank you! I was afraid for a while there that he’d come home one day to find me rocking in a corner muttering, ‘Fish sticks have no backbone!’” She smiled. “Happy Dormition Fast.”http://19thcenturyrussia.wordpress.com/