Instead of trekking very far north and going to our usual church, we resigned ourselves to reality and went to an Antiochian church in Dallas. We'd missed a lot of church lately, and it seems a lot of that has to do with getting up at 6:00 AM to be on the road by 8:00. It also occurred to us that if it's hard enough to get two adults up and going in time, imagine trying to do it with two six-year-olds in tow.
The new commute will be about 20 minutes instead of 30 (and that's 30 minutes only on Sunday mornings when there's next to no traffic--allow 45 minutes to an hour on weekdays), we won't have to get on a highway, and Liturgy starts at 10:00 instead of 9:00. We were there at 9:00 anyway for Orthros (if you don't know, it may only confuse you further to ask), but it still afforded us an extra hour of sleep. There will be some stuff for us to get used to: Different demographics (middle class folk instead of college students and pensioners), different music (Arabic instead of Russian), different ethnic minorities (Arabs instead of Russians), the presence of pews (again, don't ask), and all the little things that the Antiochians do different than the Russians. Oh, and after finally figuring out how to phonetically pronounce, "Lord have mercy," in Russian, I now have to learn it in Arabic. But it's a very friendly church, and I look forward to snuggling in there.
We'll still trek up north once a month or so since we still have lots of good friends up there, but the time had arrived to find a closer church. We're fortunate that it's a good one!