She Always Had A Name: Remembering Photini
It happens every few months: someone at the parish where I work will ask me what my name is.
It happens every few months: someone at the parish where I work will ask me what my name is.
The Samaritan woman, whom the orthodox church names Saint Photini, carries a burden of shame along with her water jar as she walks the through heat and dust.
I’ve commented to friends once too often that I am deeply grateful that social media and camera phones weren’t a thing when I was in college.