Reminds me of my favorite Orthodox story. Indulge me.

A parishioner had a brother who knew they converted to Orthodoxy, but had never, himself, visited an Orthodox Church.

One day, he got up the courage (who knows why), and decided to drive by an Orthodox Church, just to see.

On the porch, outside, what does he see?

Five men in kilts; one wearing an eyepatch.

I don't know if he ever returned, but he should have!