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    Wednesday, February 15, 2006

    Interesting Parallell 

    Michael the Syrian's description of the jihad destruction of Edessa by the Seljuk Turks, in 1144-1146 C.E.:
    "The Turks entered with their swords and blades drawn, drinking the blood of the old and the young, the men and the women, the priests and the deacons, the hermits and the monks, the nuns, the virgins, the infants at the breast, the betrothed men and women to whom they were betrothed"

    Hammas Terrorist as cited on HNN
    "My message to the loathed Jews is that there is no god but Allah, we will chase you everywhere! We are a nation that drinks blood, and we know that there is no blood better than the blood of Jews. We will not leave you alone until we have quenched our thirst with your blood, and our children's thirst with your blood. We will not leave until you leave the Muslim countries."

    Friday, February 03, 2006

    Once again the US bows down to god of political correctness

    Why is it that no one thing twice about offending the sensibilities of Christians, mocking and deriding them for their beliefs, but to even breathe a word of anti-Islamic thought is to "incite religious or ethnic hatred". Where was the sensitivity when Christian religious emblems were dipped in urine and placed on public display as FEDERALLY funded "art". Please. If the muslims want to live in a pluralistic society they either need to get used to people disagreeing with them, mocking them, and adopt the principles of peaceful protest or they need to go back to the totalitarian states that they (probably) came from. THAT'S what a free society is about, a level playing field where no one persons beliefs are sacred.

    Could it be that France cares more about freedom than we do?



    Wednesday, January 25, 2006

    "Those who practice charity in the church's name will never seek to impose the church's faith upon others. They realize that a pure and generous love is the best witness to the God in whom we believe and by whom we are driven to love."

    Benedict XVI,
    Pope of Rome

    Monday, January 23, 2006

    Train Wreck - 

    This guy bills himself as an 'ex orthodox for Christ' - reading his page, it's difficult to determine if he was ever orthodox or was merely the victim of a series of bad sunday school teachers. Interesting to read what I believe. Shame it's almost all untrue, distorted, or flawed in it's logic/ understanding of history.


    A great place to be a snack vendor 

    Link in title above...

    Indeed, a great place to be a snack vendor. The smouldering spliff in the ash tray strikes me as a tad decadant though.

    It's not like he ad to create something new... 

    Link in title above...

    All the guy had to do was go to Lenten and holy week services at any local orthodox monastary or even most local parishes to get a full bore undiluted dose of black and death. Goth shmoth, Jonny come latelys in dwell on death department.


    Friday, January 20, 2006


    I've been reading the book "The Mountain of Silence" It's one of the most impactful books on the faith I've ever read. It hit me the way Lewis' 'Mere Christianity' did and went a long way towards resolving some of the issues I've long had w/ Orthodox Myscicism, Mystics, and Fundamentalists. It also got me thinking about monasticism.

    While surfing the web site of the Monastary of St. John at Point Reyes Station in California I stumbled across this quote.

    St. Gregory the Theologian, a fourth-century mystic, once wrote, "Everything consecrated to God must be natural, not artificial." When evening falls and the turmoil of the day now spent has faded away, the soul seeks tranquility in meditation, quiet conversation, and prayer. The gentle glow of natural beeswax candles sets just the right atmosphere for all these activities and inclines the soul heavenward.

    Note to self, make more room for beeswax candles in your life.


    Friday, February 04, 2005

    It's hard to drive with tears in your eyes 

    Tonight a stalwart of our parish lays dying. For years she has battled cancer and her poor body has run out of ammunition. My primary contact with her was through our parish's Christian education program where she was my boss, the superintendent of our Sunday School. She is surrounded by loved ones who pray for her and read the psalms. Members of our choir will be singing a paraklisis service at her bedside this evening. When Liz went to visit the other day she said the house was filled with joy. I haven't gone to visit, I have my reasons, but in reality, none of them are good ones. As a result I haven't seen what a Godly death is about, much to my detriment. But this isn't why I was weeping on the way home tonight.

    As is my custom, I was listening to NPR. Normally, when the subject of Christian and Christianity comes up NPR is either carefully neutral or slightly condescending. Twice in the last few weeks NPR has had articulate, faith filled Christians on the air speaking about their lives and work. Tonight, it was the Soweto Gospel Choir.

    The Soweto Gospel Choir is a group of young people from Soweto township near Johannesburg South Africa. In all, they perform gospel tunes in eight languages including Xhosa, Zulu, and English. Naturally, they were in the studio to sing and promote their US concert tour. They spoke of their faith as though it were the most natural thing in the world, apparently not concerned that there were many in America who would be uncomfortable with them doing so on PUBLIC radio. Oh, and they SANG! The sang as though the Joy of heaven was come down and filled their voices. A fierce joy, a confident joy, a joy into which you wanted to leap; abandoning pretence, reserve, and all self deception just to sing that song and dance that dance.

    This is why I wept, because I know that one of our parish will soon take up her abode in that joy. I wept because I knew I wasn't strong enough to stand the intensity of that joy in anything but small doses. I wept because in that moment, I realized that I could sing but the only way the song would be real was if I sang a song of heaven, not my own.

    Pray for the handmaid of God, Phyllis as she departs this earthly life. That she may be strengthened for the journey ahead and that she may find Joy



    The NPR Segment with links to audio clips and an audio recording of the interview

    Dance Dance Resurrection - A new Concept in Christian Electronic Entertainment 

    Wednesday, February 02, 2005

    Found on Fr. John's blog 

    This is what I got after taking the quiz the first time - I always thought that on the whole, the French had the best lines. Which character are you?


    French Guard
    I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous
    accent, you silly king-a?!

    What Monty Python Character are you?
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