Yesterday, Kylie and I went to a Greek Orthodox church with some friends. The Orthodox church runs on a different calendar from the Catholics and Protestants, so we celebrated Palm Sunday twice this year!
This was the icon in the foyer–the icon that everyone kissed as they entered and exited the church. It was a very physical, tangible expression of faith. I’ve been keen to attend an Orthodox service because when people hear about what I’m writing, they often say that the Orthodox tradition retains a reverence for the body that the western church has lost.
My dried up palm leaf, which some kind members of the church had shaped into a cross in advance of the Palm Sunday service (at my church, we are given long, thin palms and we fiddle with them during the service on our own).
*Apologies for the lame photos this Sunday. The church was gorgeous, but the day was rainy, and I totally forgot about photos…