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.
Once nice thing about living where we live is that not only do we not see "Trick O' Treaters", but we also do not see Mormon's or JW's. I'm guessing for the same reason: no enough potential return on the investment (too far to walk/ride for too few people/candy).
Maybe we Orthodox should consider rushing our local Mormon Temple and shouting out the Nicene Creed while handing out copies of St. Athanasios' "On the Incarnation."
I wonder if this Father Zahari had thoughts of opening up a big o' can of St. Nicholas on them?