Forty day memorial service
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunday we had the forty day memorial service for my MIL. W had to drive the 90 miles to Clearwater for the service at the Greek church. Thankfully her friend Maria, did the kollyva, (a boiled wheat dish), and paximadia (cookie), that is served after church. It was a long hour and a half service, mostly because it was 95% in Greek and as I had only been to a Greek service maybe 4 times, I had no clue what was going on because the other timers my MIL was there explaining what was going on.
She did not raise her kids in the usual Greek-American way because when she came here she was only 16 and wanted to be an American so she married one and divorced him like 7 years later. She started bugging her kids about following Greek traditions when they were in their teens and by that time it was too late, they had zero interest.
But she stuck with them so we had Greek holidays, I was married in the Greek church, but we baptized the kids, one Episcopalian the other Catholic.
Depended on the church I was attending. I dismissed the Greek one because they wanted us to join the church for $500 before they would do the baptism.
I'm not knocking the religion, Greek Orthodox is very symbolic, but I don't speak Greek, neither does my husband (he can follow conversations but not speak it), he does not attend the church he goes to the Catholic one with me.
I was baptised Episcopalian, but attended many many Catholic churches with my dads family, they were Catholic. Then I did Anglican for many years. Basically I choose the church I attend based on what they stand for, if its based on Apostolic succession and what the mass is like, and if I like the priest and his sermons.
My husband was kind of "mislead"when it comes to church, His mom knew what to DO in church, but not why they did it. He was raised to believe if he did not have the correct clothing, you did not go to church. And judging by the GO ones I attended, its all about the fashion show. I was taught going to church was important, not what you wore. God doesn't care. But my husband was unclear about what Easter was, besides the easter bunny, so his religious knowledge was pretty much zero. I was raise with my mom reading us the bible and going to Sunday school. I knew more about the bible then my Catholic school cousins and actually helped them with their religion classes homework.
So for me, I'm a Christian, the church itself is not my religion, I have a very strong faith and believe that God wants us to be good people and I try not to judge people based on how they live, that's not my job. I'm a strong believer in Karma, in so much as I strongly believe that what what you do to others will come back to you, good & bad.
I think that "God" showed himself to people in different forms, because most mainstream religions all have the same core belief and how you worship is not my business. I choose to follow Christs teachings but not so much any one church. I prefer the Anglican service because its what makes me feel closer to God, that's what works for me.
Anyway, I totally got off subject as usual!!
So we did the service, did not go back to SIL's for supper because hurricane Issac was bearing down on Florida so we left around 2 pm and came home. We basically just laid around and watched TV and napped. Everyone was a little verklempt from the 7am drive and the service and what not.
So its raining raining raining. Issac is supposed to hit the Gulf, they are saying its following the same path as Katrina, as is about the same date, which is not a good thing. We being in Central Florida are just supposed to get winds and rain and flooding. As we are in "the Disney bubble", we rarely experience prolonged outages, hopefully this will stay true!