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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

A Story of St. John the Baptist

I am in Maine, staying with Shirl for a week at the cottage known as Treetops, which belongs to some dear friends of ours. 

Last Saturday, Shirl and I had dinner in Rockland, during which I got a feeling that I may want to go to church the next morning.  (All who know me well will realize that this is not a common urge for me.  But I had a specific prayer I wanted prayed this week, and it seemed appropriate that it be prayed at a church service.)

On Sunday I awoke early, and before leaving the cottage I used our last piece of note paper to write, "Please pray today for fresco artist Mihai Moroşan of Suceava, Romania, and for his wife, who is very ill."  Then I drove back to the same fine cafe in which we had eaten our dinner, to have breakfast at 8:00. 

Thereafter, I went looking for a 9:00 o'clock service.  I was not particular where.  Catholic, Baptist, Methodist, Pentacostal, any Christian church seemed fine.  But all that I passed in Rockland had signs indicating that their next service would be at 10:00.  So, I drove into Thomaston.  There I saw on my left a very pretty Episcopal church, with some older folks (like me) exiting it.  One couple was coming across the street in my direction, so I stopped, and rolled down the window.  "I suppose that you have just attended the 8:00 service, and the next is not until 10:00?" I asked.  They smiled, and the gentleman replied, "That's right."  "Do you know of a church with a 9:00 o'clock service?"  "Nope, sorry."
Then I noticed the name of the church: St. John the Baptist Episcopal Church (See their website photo, above). Thinking back to "The Christian Art of Moroşan," a few posts back, I decided to wait, and to attend the next service.  I parked, and went inside.

Now this was the small village of Thomaston on the Maine coast, never a terribly formal place, especially not in the heat and humidity of this July.  So, I was dressed for church in a clean golf shirt and khaki slacks.  The shirt was a little-worn souvenier of my 1998 bike trip with my son Alex to Newfoundland, far to the east in Maritime Canada.  It carried a logo that read, "Gros Morne National Park, Newfoundland."

The deaconess of the church, Deborah, a dignified and attractive woman of about my age, had just finished chatting with the last of the 8:00 service-goers.  She looked at me, and we introduced ourselves.  I told her about my encounter with Mihai Moroşan at Putna, two weeks earlier, and showed her the note with my requested prayer.  Deborah said that she would make sure that the prayer was included in the communion service at 10:00.  Then she said, "If you have interest in the Orthodox churches, you should meet our choir director, Tony Antolini.  He has recently converted to Orthodox Christianity."  I told her I would stay for the 10:00 service, and meet him afterwards.  Then Deborah said, "Your shirt interests me.  I didn't know there was a Gros Morne National Park in Canada.  We have a sister parish in Gros Morne, Haiti."

I stayed for church, sang some hymns, wept softly during the communal prayers when Mr. and Mrs. Moroşan's names were mentioned, and took communion.

After the service, I found the organist, Tony, putting on his street shoes in the small room behind the organ.  I introduced myself, and he immediately brightened.  "Yes," he said, "Debby told me you were here.  I wanted to talk with you."

It seems that Tony is also the director of the chorus at Bowdoin College, and of a Maine coastal singing group known as The Rachmaninoff Choir, and that this latter group takes an international performance tour every few years.  They have previously toured in Greece and in Russia.  "The members vote on where to go," Tony said, "and recently they voted to go in 2012 to Romania.  Perhaps you can help us make contacts in Romania, and in the Romanian Church."

I promised to do what I could to help.

[For Search Purposes: Morosan]

1 comment:

  1. Dear Sir,
    I've sent you the following on 11th April this year and never even had an acknowledgement from you.
    If you are truly of those Christian feelings, you would have replied. Is it possible that you have not received my email?
    Dear Sir,

    I came across your details whilst searching for old friends Mihai and Gavriil Morosan.

    Please forgive me if I am writing to you without anyone introducing me but you are the only person I hope would help me get back in touch with Mihai and his brother.

    I had met them for the first time in the Lebanon in the 70s whilst they were painting the frescos on the walls of a church in a Monastry (Deir El Harf) where I was doing a spiritual retreat. As I am sure you know Mihai is a very engaging person and because of my ability too to speak many languages, it did not take time for us to establish a great rapport.

    We kept in touch and a couple of years later I helped them (in a very minor role) paint the Cathedral of St George in the lebanese mountain village of Broummana.

    Since, civil war broke out in the Lebanon and we lost touch until the 90s when they came to paint a cathedral in England where I now live. So we met in London and he had given me his co-ordinates in Cyprus which I kept until a time when some of my possessions (including address book) were stolen.

    I have recently started searching for him again and came across your article on the net.

    I would be very much obliged if you could let me have any information that would permit me to contact this good friend. I am sure he will be thrilled to learn about my progress in life as I will be absolutely delighted to arrange meeting him again.

    Would you then please get back in touch with me to let me know if you have any addresses/telephone numbers/emails/facebook pages of Mihai, no matter how old?


    Asking you to accept the expression of my anticipated thanks, I remain,

    Yours faithfully,



    Manolo Trad

    email: mano_trad@yahoo.com

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