I sent the email to subscribe. Can we call it the St. Justin Martyr Society, though?
My own journey to the Holy Orthodox Church was long and agonizing, so I can understand "seekers."
I was baptized Lutheran as a baby, mainly because my Roman Catholic grandmother insisted I be baptized and my nominally Protestant parents wouldn't go RC.
As a teenager I went Fundamentalist and joined the Southern Baptists. I read the Bible a lot
and bounced around, visiting almost every kind of Fundamentalist church, even Pentecostal and Charismatic.
I became so familiar with the Bible that its apparent discrepancies began to trouble me. My faith at that time was more in the Book than in Christ Himself. When the Book fell in my estimation, my house of cards fell with it.
I spent a few years in my twenties as an agnostic and, at times, an outright atheist.
As I matured, however, I became convinced the historic Jesus was who He said He was. I came back, but to a more mature faith. When I returned to church I decided to make it the Lutheran Church simply because that was the ancestral "faith of my fathers."
In the summer of 2000 I visited Russia. There I met a Russian priest named Father Aleksandr. His holiness impressed me beyond description. There seemed to be almost a light about this man. I decided to investigate Orthodoxy upon my return to America.
I was fortunate to find an English-speaking Orthodox Church in Manassas, Virginia (where I lived at the time). The priest there was a wonderful, saintly man named Father Nicholas. He answered my questions and even provided me with books and videotapes. I especially benefited from a videotape series by Father David Anderson.
By October of 2000 I was sold. I had found the Pearl of Great Price and was not about to give her up. On October 15, 2000, I was received by chrismation into the Holy Orthodox Church.