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.
Don't forget to recognize the little crosses you refuse to carry Fr. C's homily today could have been written for as a rebuke for my morning. I was terribly grieved to learn that I was going to be late in order to run a necessary errand for my daughter. I acted like a jerk. Apparently I was only thinking about big crosses (as if I really want one of those????) and was neglecting the everyday crosses I am called to joyfully take up.
It's unfortunate that the term martyr is popularly used these days to describe a whiner desperate for sympathy they don't deserve. That's not our motivation for taking up our crosses at all. It's a privilege. So, open my selfish eyes Lord.
The life of a Christian is ALWAYS martyric and every moment contains a decision to be made in that regard.
Amen. "Family crosses" don't feed our prelest that we are capable of "real" martyrdom. They are our harshest reality check and our truest cross that we continually avoid while shopping for one that looks cooler to the public.