frjack wrote:
. . . . from the Franciscan Church in Ljubljana one finds the Orthodox Church named after Sts. Cyril and Methodius, brothers who were missionaries known as "apostles to the Slavs." The Orthodox Church is on the edge of Tivoli Park, a magnificent and large park space. It is not large. The shape is the form of a cross. As is typical of many Orthodox Churches there are no benches or pews. The congregation stands during the liturgy. I know rather little of Byzantine Church architecture despite having attended many liturgies at the Ukrainian Catholic Church that was thirty yards from my childhood home.
The chandelier is characteristic. I can't imagine how much light it gives off if all the tiers are lit. Would have to photograph at ISO 50 1/2000 or higher I'm sure.
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Beautiful church, thanks for putting these up. I grew up with 4 grandparents of 4 different churches and attended 3 of them with them at one time or another. The only one I missed was Orthodox. By the time I was interested Grandpa Charney was just going to the Roman Catholic services with Grandma, both late 80's and it was 6 blocks further to the Orthodox church, uphill in a PA coal mining town. Once a new young Irish priest asked Grandpa why he was in the Roman Catholic Church instead of "his" church.
The family story went like this:
Grandpa We are all God's children, Yah? (Austrian German Accent he never lost.)
Priest Yes, of course.
GP This is God's house, Yah?
P Yes
GP The other one is God's house also?
P Of course
GP Good, I am old man and don't walk so well any more after all those years in coal mines, 6 blocks up hill is a lot, so I attend here with my wife, makes her happy too! If God doesn't like it he can tell me when I get to Heaven.
P mouth hangs open, older Irish Priest watching from around corner almost chokes keeping from laughing.
This was a favorite story with my Mother's family.
My Dad's family in Kentucky it was Granddad Southern Baptist, Grandma First Methodist. And yes he and all the other people would always show up at the Methodist annual Fish Fry, Grandma and everyone attended the Baptist BBQ and everyone from all the churches went to the small Catholic Church in the next town for the annual Irish Stew dinner.
Oh, I and my brother were raised Catholic by Mom but often living in small towns without a Catholic Church would attend just about any church with friends or relatives. I grew up believing God is God and believing is the important part, not the Church. The first person I ever heard the same belief from was a Jesuit Priest when I was in the 8th grade. He said the Church believed it was the best way, but maybe God was just as happy with someone in the shade of a coconut tree praying to a rock idol as long as he was a good person and truly believed in a creator.
My wife and I are now Baha'i.