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My journey was different. I eventually ended up as an Anglican priest, and a missionary. My wife and I served in both Bolivia and Perú, and our three lovely daughters spent a decade of their formative years in South America. I ended up as The Archdeacon of Arequipa of the Anglican Church of Perú, which is part of the Anglican Province of the Southern Cone, which is part of the Anglican Communion. We returned to the USA when our children began to attend college and I took a parish in one of the dioceses of The Episcopal Church. Within less than four years we realized that this was not a Church in which I could doctrinally live. So, after prayer and inquiry, my wife and I were chrismated into the Orthodox Church. I am currently helping out at an OCA parish with the permission of my Metropolitan.
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