Today marks the fifth Sunday of not being a Lead Pastor. I resigned the Pastorate five weeks earlier in order to continue my journey to the Catholic Church.
Today also marks the Sunday that Father Martin Luther began his revolution that separated protestants from Catholics to this day.
There was one Church, the bulwark of truth, for over 1,500 years, when Luther took the foolhardy endeavor to separate that Church.
Today, I am more hopeful and excited than ever at the prospect of receiving Sacraments this next Easter as a Byzantine Catholic, but my heart is also heavy for those brothers and sisters in the faith, who this morning, don’t have a Pastor and are torn between the teaching they received from me and the new teaching advising them all I had taught was laced with Catholic enticements.
Oh how we take such pride in separating ourselves as to seem wiser than someone else. Oh the filth and depravity of a darkened mind that only seeks to be righteous by outwitting his neighbor.
But my heart is heavy yet light today. For today I will sing with all my heart in the divine liturgy, but my heart is heavy as I think about how Christian brothers and sisters are separate today, separated by a lying monk; Luther.
Oh how Jesus prayed that we would be one, as He and the Father are One. We must continue to pray that prayer.