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.
I dare to speak/write about a topic which the truly pious Orthodox Christian would eschew.
Picture, if you will: You are having a fantastic dinner on a Tuesday or Thursday night (e.g. a meat lasagna made with Mozzarella cheese your wife and your goat made), and while the rest of the world looks forward to seeing this wonderful dish resurrected the following day for lunch, we Orthodox must settle for a passover to the following day during which said food has an extra day to age.
Be warned potential converts...Orthodoxy envelopes your life even unto your leftovers.
...offered by Dn. James Ferrenberg, a sinner at 12:31 PM [+] +++
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Nay, it has an extra day to marinate. Gotta look at the bright side!
That's one way to look at it, Mimi. But the real kick in the head comes during the lengthier fasting periods, when those of us with non-Orthodox spouses are condemned to watching food go bad because said NOS "forgot" about it, and we pravoslavnie are trying to focus on fasting. C'mon, all you NOS's -- you too can survive on beans for six weeks!!!