In connection with our Fortieth Year Celebration, we invited current and former members to write of their memories of our church. Here we publish some that were submitted.
From Victoria Anis, now living in Camarillo, California:
January 26, 2017
Dearest Father Paul,
Thank you so much for asking me to participate in the blessed 40th anniversary of our dear Holy Resurrection Church. I am only sorry that I could not be there in person to celebrate with you and our entire Church family. What an honor it is for me to write this letter for this beautiful occasion!
When I think back to 1977 in Jackson, Mississippi (which seems like a lifetime ago) I am immediately filled with warm memories. I recall a small group of us, my late husband, Dr. Onssy Anis, Dr. Frank Kulik, and a few others getting together to start The Holy Resurrection Church. Then God, in his amazing grace, blessed us with Father Paul and his family. It was an amazing time in all of our lives when we realized we would actually have a church of our own. . . Read More
From Elizabeth Freels, now living in Oregon:
It is with great pleasure and honor that I want to share my thoughts about Holy Resurrection.
Just like it happens to so many, I first came to our Church in times of despair and loneliness. And to this day I believe that finding our Church was the best thing that happened to my family in my twenty something years of living in Mississippi. I have turned from being Orthodox friendly to discovering my Faith, I have found a wonderful community to bring up my children and I have learned unconditional love, non-judgment and have started beautiful friendships that will last a lifetime… Read More
From Rod and Ruth Taylor, Shreveport:
To the Faithful of Holy Resurrection,
In 1992 our family made a job-related move to Louisiana from our native state of Oregon. Our dear friends, and Ruth’s Godparents, Ted and Anastacia Feldman, had left our home parish of St. Nicholas in Portland a few years earlier to wander into this strange and mysterious place called the south. And here we were following them into that very same place. We were excited to meet them at their new parish, Holy Resurrection, which was only a two hour drive for them every Sunday. For us it was a mere three hours from Shreveport. “This will only happen once” was what I thought, but as we were completely enchanted with the hospitality and sincere seeking of the Orthodox lifestyle we found in the little house that had been converted (just like us) into the Orthodox world, it happened once – every other Sunday. Read more.
From Yuliya Paukku, now living in Minneapolis:
Dear Fr. Paul and HROC, Happy Fortieth Year Anniversary!
My husband and I were members of the HROC for several years while I was working on my PhD. Two years after I got my degree we moved to Minnesota (in 2012). For us HROC was a solid foundation and a family for several years. We did not have family in the US (we came from Ukraine), but HROC became our family. There are a lot of stories I could tell, but I especially remember the following:
In 2009 our son Constantin was born, so a couple of months before, women of HROC organized a baby shower for me and supplied our family with all the necessary things for months and probably even years, from diapers, blankets and bottles to a bouncer, stroller, a car seat and everything else that a new mother would need. This was such a huge help for us. Read more.
From Paula Sartor, Clinton:
My Journey to Orthodoxy began in childhood. My parents, my brother and I regularly attended one of the mainline protestant churches (Methodist) in our Mississippi town. Our church stood within sight of three differing (denominational) churches; indeed there were seven different denominations in a half-mile path – all worshiping the Lord Jesus Christ as the one true God.
Our church used the Apostles’ Creed in worship, which contains the statement, “I believe in one holy, catholic church”; and although the word “catholic” was explained to me as meaning everywhere, or universal, I was puzzled by the claim. I can recall frequently wondering, and even asking my parents, “….but why are there so many different kinds of churches?” The answer was, basically, that “there are just all kinds of people”, or, “people just believe differently”. Over the years I developed numerous preconceived notions, opinions and even prejudices about church and Christendom. Read more.