Going to church in Tashkent

One of my favorite memories of traveling through Greece with my dad was going to church and experiencing the same Liturgy we celebrate every Sunday but this time in a different place.  I have wonderful memories of Vespers at Notre Dame, an evening service at St. Paul's in London, and an organ recital at Hallgrimskirkja in Rekjavik.

Tashkent, although Muslim, also has a large Russian Orthodox presence, so I hopped a cab this morning to the Assumption Cathedral.  The doors were open, so I went in, lit some candles, and thanked God for getting me to Tashkent safely.  Several small cases held relics of various saints, including St. Nickolas.  My dad's name was Nick, so here was an unexpected and powerful connection.  They wouldn't let me take pictures of the inside, but here are plenty from outside.  I wish I were here longer so I could attend Liturgy here, but there will be an opportunity in Andijan next weekend.

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