Two months have passed since our venture into Orthodoxy began. If this journey had been just a “fascination”, code word for my autistic perseveration, the intensity would have faded by now. Like other religious investigations, I’d be swinging back to another branch of Christianity, in a never-ending search for the right way.
The pendulum has stopped swinging.
I can say this confidently because my mind is at rest. I do not need to know everything. Indeed, it is impossible to know everything in Orthodoxy, because it is centered in union with God. He is infinite. I am satisfied with saying, “I don’t know”, 99% of the time. The insatiable fact-gatherer in my head has taken a vacation.
True, there are mountains of things I can learn, and should at the proper time, but I am enjoying that quietness of intellect right now. Its like the verse, “a weaned child at his mother’s bosom”. God is caring for us in ways I never experienced before. He is there. I am content.