
St. George Serbian Orthodox Church, San Diego, California
I was born into a half Orthodox, half Roman Catholic, half Ukrainian-Lemko, half Sicilian family 71 years ago. I was raised Catholic by a mother who had been raised Orthodox. Her maternal grandparents, my great-grandparents, were founding signatories of Holy Trinity Church (now OCA) in Willimantic CT, part of the exodus led by St. Alexis Toth. Her father, my grandfather, was a priest. Her family counted St. Nikolai Velimirović as a dear friend, who twice intervened pastorally at a moment of crisis, once for my grandparents and once for my preteen aunt. My aunt was 59 in 2003, pleased but unsurprised, when I shared the news of his canonization. My family always knew they had a gentle saint in their midst.
I had my first exposure to the Liturgy at age 12 in 1967. Two or three dozen people huddled into a classroom while the church was being built across the parking lot, St. George Serbian Church in San Diego. Two old cantors warbled through the responses, psalms, and hymns. The experience left me with the impression that Orthodox worship was ugly, boring, and intolerably long. I burst from the room in a paroxysm of joy when it was over. Read More




