An unworthy Deacon, named for the brother of God: James, striving to "work out his salvation with fear and trembling" within the Tradition (paradosis) of the Eastern Orthodox Faith. It is a strange and marvelous journey, and I am accompanied by the fourfold fruit of my fecundity. My wife, the Matushka or Diaconissa Sophia, is my beloved partner in the pursuit of Theosis, and she ranks me in every way.
We are the hope of the future; the answer to the cynics who tell us our house must stand divided; that we cannot come together; that we cannot remake this world as it should be. Because we know what we have seen and what we believe - that what began as a whisper has now swelled to a chorus that cannot be ignored; that will not be deterred; that will ring out across this land as a hymn that will heal this nation, repair this world, and make this time different than all the rest
-Barak Obama (from his now famed Super Tuesday speech)
Well count me a cynic I guess, because I thought Jesus was going to be the one to remake this world, heal this nation, and repair this world. Wow...and people thought Bush was a religious nut? Tall order Mr. Obama...sorry to be a cynic.
By the way...did anyone stop to ask how exactly the world should be? I get the willies thinking about the government remaking anything "the way it should be."
I dunno...maybe I'm the only one who cringed at this speech's ending? I don't suppose anyone else heard his band strike up the Internationale right after Yes. We. Can?
By the way, did MSNBC's Chris Matthews really say after hearing Obama: "My, I felt this thrill going up my leg...he seems to have the answers. This is the New Testament.” Spooky....avoid the Kool-Aid Chris.
Well don't get upset at me now, Obamanites, you can rest easy knowing my vote will not count come November. I live in a state in which one of the statues in the little video I linked to above may be found proudly displayed...so there's little doubt as to where my electoral college votes are headed.
I look forward to seeing the world healed, repaired, and remade as it should be.
What purple prose over the candidate. Matthews misspoke. What he and other members of the congregation felt was something going *down* the leg. He seems to have that effect on those who see him pass by. Hem of garment and all that... If the Cherubic hymn weren't taken, it'd be the Democrat campaign song.