Years ago, when I had just graduated from Drexel and was still dating Carina, liberti met in a Romanian Orthodox Church in Northern Liberties. I can’t say how many times I went there. 10? 20? More? I remember going a bunch in the summer of 2005 or 2004? There were icons on the wall, peeling. This was what I wanted, what I longed for, but it wouldn’t be for over a decade till I could even comprehend that.
That church has undergone a renovation. From the photos on the website, it is beautiful! Around the corner from Holy Trinity is also St Michael’s and two places I actually spent a lot of time at in philadelphia — Honey’s and North 3rd. How many times did I go to either of these places, not knowing what awaited me in the cathedrals nearby? not knowing that this was every thing I longed for? The same could be said for Pittsburgh. I arrogantly thought I was to be a missionary to the South Side; the True Light would come to Pittsburgh’s darkest neighborhood on my own lips. Yet it was already there. And it preceded me several hundred years at least. I didn’t even know it and I didn’t even know that I had something of the light, albeit a very very darkened and dim version of it; so dark and so dim that I don’t know it could even be called Christianity.