After nearly three decades in Orthodoxy, Fr Joseph says he’s attended only one real-deal silent retreat. It happened in his own parish. The retreat flyer stated: This is a silent retreat: no screens, no phones, no gadgets . . . a detox from worldly noise and distractions. (Pretty scary, huh?)
Looking back: first, ten years; then, past Mary Poppins; all the way to Arius -- even to a dinosaur -- Fr Joseph sings a couple Orthodox ditties, recounts a heretical tune, and concludes with possibly worse!
Ain't nuthin light about the Cross, so it wasn't in Fr Joseph's plans. (Nor had he planned for the absence of family, choir members and director, a dying dog, and his own wretchedness during the time of the Lenten retreat with Mother Melania.)