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.
Specifically, MY seething underbelly. I'm told in Lugandan it is called "Ekyidukano" (pronounded "Echi-doo-kano") which is translated as "Running Stomach." Sounds pleasant doesn't it? Ah the joys of discussing the origin of Lugandan words for loose stools...precisely what I came to Africa to do. Anyway, I thought I was getting over it, but it clearly still remains. Patrick has kindly volunteered to run down to the IDI clinic and see about getting some Immodium or something comparable. I'll likely head home a little early, drink my fluids, and relax for the weekend. Prayers appreciated, but worry is discouraged...this is not uncommon. I'm sure I'll laugh about it later.