Once a pone a time their was a Papou who arrived off a big boat with his uncle and worked really hard. They and other Greeks help each other and build a church and community. He owned a candy shop and married a nice girl and had some kids.
He would one day have a great grand daughter by adoption. He would tell her stories when she would visit and pull dollars out from behind her ears. He would show her how to play little ditties on the piano and give her hugs and even wipe away little tears.
One day she would visit and he would whisper this saying in her tiny itty bitty ears, “blood isn’t thicker than water, and Greek girls can be blond, my dear”.
I tell this little story because this Papou died while the girl was still young. She never thought any different, she always thought she belonged. Even though her father tried to help her understand what Papou said. The little girl was a little lost and got confused in her little head.
Some said (or consistently pointed out) that she was adopted, she would reply, “that cant be true, blood isn’t thicker than water and even Greek girls can be blond too”. The words were a constant and she lost what was true. She lost her self, she lost her path, like a dropped call the connection fell through.
She gave up and went searching for a dead end with a nice view. She would meet new people along the way, made a friend or two. One day she found her “blood” and thought that they were nice too. However she still felt something was missing, still wasn’t right. She stopped looking and thought, it wasn’t worth the fight.
Years later when her own kids would be young, they would ask her, “where spiritually do we belong”. Mind you the girl had gone through a rigorous spiritual journey and still found nothing. It seemed from near and far the world heard the children and would say, “we will take them down are path, every which way”. The girl said, “no no that can’t be, I guess I should be a better parent and take them on my spiritual journey with me”.
Her oldest didn’t buy it because he knew his mother to well. The middle son was curious about this man named Jesus with a beard. The youngest was to young, she didn’t really have a point of view. This girl who was now a mother surely knew, she was in trouble and did not know what to do.
As per a regular every year not thinking any thing of it. She went to partake in Greek food and loved it. She drank coffee and said hi to her aunt and her uncle. She happened to be their during the introduction of the new Priest.
There was a tour of the church she had always wanted to see. She convinced her sister to go and they are besties, so that was easy. The priest gave a history of the art on the ceiling. He had a guest book (guess who signed it) and she thought, “no one ever uses these things”.
She was wrong! a month later she would get a strange (not really that strange) message on the phone from the priest. He would thank her as he did all the guests of the feast. She was taken a back, this was not regular. However it gave her to contemplation to say the least.
She decided after a few weeks she would go to her first week of church. She had no idea what she was getting up to and had no idea if that would work. She called the Priest and got the down lo on how this church thing worked.
She dressed her kids on Sunday and went to the Litergy. They didn’t understand it but strangely was able to fallow along. Did I mention that when she walked in the church during the tour she instantly felt like she belonged? The kids behaved, she didn’t burst into flames. She liked it, no she loved it and all was glad they came.
They knew her Papou and told her stories and made her feel like she belonged. She eventually made friends, became a catichuman and now she knows she belongs. She finally realized her Papou’s little phrase and what it met, whispered in her ears so long ago.
He was saying, “God blessed us both”. So our blood is of God we all come from the same stock, adoption or not. You could have been born in Greece, Russia, America or even Hong Kong. Doesn’t matter where you hale what matters is this, “blood isn’t any thicker that water, because your a child of mine, if your a child of his”.
So if you ever doubt where you come from just remember, “blood isn’t any thicker than water, and Greek girls can be blond”.