lack balance
sitting down at work today, pretending not to hear, when a man asks me if i believe in God. i tell him yes. 'what religion are you?' he asks. eastern orthodox, i say, wondering whether it is right of me to still claim so, having some time ago left the art of practicing religion to instead attempt living it. however feebly.
'oh yes?' he says excitedly, 'that is what i am! my family grew up in the Armenian church.'
for an instant, the child-christ inside of me withers. this man has heard me curse on many occasions, and i wonder what another orthodox christian would think of such behaviour. then i remember that in addition to being orthodox, he is also a convicted murderer.
for a moment, i feel.
'oh yes?' he says excitedly, 'that is what i am! my family grew up in the Armenian church.'
for an instant, the child-christ inside of me withers. this man has heard me curse on many occasions, and i wonder what another orthodox christian would think of such behaviour. then i remember that in addition to being orthodox, he is also a convicted murderer.
for a moment, i feel.