An unworthy Deacon, named for the brother of God: James, striving to "work out his salvation with fear and trembling" within the Tradition (paradosis) of the Eastern Orthodox Faith. It is a strange and marvelous journey, and I am accompanied by the fourfold fruit of my fecundity. My wife, the Matushka or Diaconissa Sophia, is my beloved partner in the pursuit of Theosis, and she ranks me in every way.
Archeologists uncover my weekly life I'd read about THIS story before, but this is the first time I've seen a photo. It's always interesting to see historians, museum curators, and archeologists marveling over things that are an everyday part of my Church experience. Not that I want to downplay the importance of these finds, it's just funny to witness its discovery and already KNOW it in a very intimate way. In fact, we may be far more familiar with the object (whatever it may be) than the discoverer him/herself.
It leads me to recall the somewhat frequent music or history or ________ students who, via mandate from their professors, visit a local Orthodox parish as if it were a museum...and end up like a deer in headlights having smacked into a vibrant and living ancient faith.
Your final paragraph reminds me of a story told by the priest who chrismated me, about the middle-school teacher who wanted to bring her class to our (Greek) church so they could see the "gods" we worship...