I started this blog, my first, on the feast day of Saint John the Baptist's beheading. It's been a wild ride, but it has calmed down since I started moderating the comments....to celebrate my 43rd post, I am feeling...
1. admiration for beautiful and well-written blogs like Conversion Diary and Secret Vatican Spy. Not only are they well-designed, they both tell the stories of brave change. One writer was an atheist all her life; the other was an Evangelical Christian. To convert is to be sincere about your faith, but it can be scary. I am also a convert, but I made the change with my entire family when I was twelve. These writers have converted as adults and not always of the support of those close to them.
2. educated by blogs like What Does the Prayer Really Say? Personally (that's redundant; everything here is personal), I think that Father Z is the perfect combination of tough-as-nails intellectualism and approachability. I was never that interested in the subject of theology, but the blogs on my blogroll have taught me a lot.
3. a wee bit jealous of a friend with a blog begun at the same as mine- with ten times the followers and page views. It's a fashion blog. This is my opportunity to practice humility. Not many people are interested in my story- or maybe they are confused by this blog. Is it a mommy blog? a God blog? a craft blog? (no one has excused me of being a craft blog- but I would like to be, a little, occasionally) In any case, comparing page views is like comparing numbers of Facebook friends- silly and unfruitful.
4. hopeful that one day I'll be more like Leila on Like Mother, Like Daughter. I suppose I should start with dinner and the laundry.
5. thrilled that a few people are interested in the Byzantine rite and the concept of the Eastern Catholic married priesthood. My goal with this blog is this- people in general and Western-rite Catholics specifically will understand about the different rites of the Church. Christians will understand that Eastern-rite Catholics are examples of the unity that we seek.
6. isolated. Writing this blog has driven home to me that my family does not belong. And that's okay. We are in the minority; why should people care that much? If I feel different, my husband must feel worse. He recently went to the priests' conference at the local Roman-rite archdiocese where he has bi-ritual faculties. He was one of two (the other being an older man who had been an Anglican priest) priests there who was married out of over 800 men. If we lived in the old country, he would be the normal one, except for the American wife.
7. embarrassed when I make a spelling or grammatical error. As an ex-English major, there is nothing worse than making an inadvertent spelling error. I can edit all I want, but little mistakes creep in.This is yet another way that my little blogging adventure calls me to humility.
Here's to 43 more blog posts! Who knows where time will take us?