The Reluctant Orthodox – Volume 3 “In Peace Let us Depart”

I wanted to sneak a look at my phone to find out the time. It had been at least a half hour since the priest had sung “In Peace Let us Depart” and the congregation had responded “In the Name of the Lord”.

If we were to depart in Peace, then why was I still standing at a service? I could smell the coffee hour downstairs, that delicious and substantial meal that follows every Divine Liturgy. Orthodox fast from midnight on Saturday until after communion and so no one has even had a cup of coffee by the end of the service. People are hungry and ready for more than a small pastry or muffin. We who are on this journey come into fasting slowly, hesitantly– especially me. I am, after all, the reluctant Orthodox.

This first happened before I had taken a bigger step inside the inner workings of the Orthodox church, before I had heard the famous Orthodox joke: “You know you’re Orthodox when you’re still at the service a half hour after the priest has said “In peace let us depart…!”

The Orthodox church in North America is a sun dial set in the Western world of the Swiss clock. Time is not important once you enter the doors of the sanctuary and venerate the icons. You settle in to the service and there are no clocks. No one is worrying that Sunday dinner will burn in the oven. No one seems to be thinking about time at all.

I live in a world where time is important, where people watch the clock. Where we talk about having ‘me’ time; ‘alone’ time; time for ‘self’; where time is money, except on the weekend and then time is recreation and rest.

And so it takes me a while to settle in to the absence of time keeping, to a place where eternity matters more than the seconds and the minutes. I should be good at this. I grew up in the East where I would sit for hours on charpais, feet curled up under me, listening to a Pakistani preacher fervently exhorting his congregation– a small band of men, women, and children living out Christian faith in a country where mosques stood on every corner. I grew up where people were far more important than time, where clocks stopped during worship, where you knew time only by the Call to Prayer ringing out over the city five times a day.

But in this journey into Orthodoxy I find it is yet another area where my heart, soul, and body are challenged. A strange new world that draws me further in, even as it confounds and sometimes annoys me. I find my annoyance slowly chiseled down to its base, its base of sin and self.

The Priest makes the sign of the cross and we are now free to leave, but no one is hurrying away, rushing for the door. Instead people slowly walk around, some to icons on walls around the room, some toward the priest who is giving a ‘traveler’s blessing’, and some to the coffee hour downstairs where they will wait still longer until the food is blessed.

And so the reluctant Orthodox slowly makes her way to the door, thinking about eternity and the eternal, when all of time will be redeemed and put into its rightful place, where there will be time for all thing good and holy, and when all things good and holy will have time.


5 thoughts on “The Reluctant Orthodox – Volume 3 “In Peace Let us Depart”

  1. I find this series very interesting, as I know of others, particularly returning protestant missionaries who have become orthodox. Thanks for continuing to share your journey. I hope you’ll delve into the whole issue of icons and venerating them and how you made that leap. Blessings.


    1. Yes! I’m definitely going to share that part of the journey….! Thanks for following along on this through reading. It’s become a helpful part of the journey and I wish I had begun writing about it earlier. Maybe I wasn’t ready to delve into some of this though.


  2. I so understand this! I grew up in the Catholic church and mass was an hour long, give or take a few minutes. As an adult, I found myself frustrated by other Christian services that went on for longer without any apparent regard for the clock. “Just sing the song,” I wanted to shout, “and stop repeating all the verses over and over.” It was my young daughter who pointed out to me that the point was worship. I realized that I had missed it entirely and she was right, because I was still in, “I HAVE to do this mode” (a throwback from my childhood when missing mass was a serious sin), not “I WANT to be here mode.” That attitude makes such a difference.


    1. “I want to do this” – so well put. It’s that step between child and adult, realizing no one is making me do this so why am I reacting. And then realizing that I want to be there. Thanks Stacy for this reminder.


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