Mount Zion Ryan

My dear e-friend* Philippa has challenged me with a few topics to blog on. Oddly enough, Saturday night I came up with one of my own, and there are a few things from Sunday I’d like to touch on as well.

Philippa commenteth thus:

If you want some ideas to blog about, here are some. What else rolls around that brain of yours? What ideas do you have? What dreams (besides Iceland) do you have? What are your children up to? Or don’t you write about their antics?

So I’ll respond in turn.
“What else rolls around that brain of yours?”
Too much. I’ve written previously how my mind runs through topics. I’ll continue to write about topics that interest me as filler for when I don’t have a new topic.

What ideas do you have? What dreams (besides Iceland) do you have?
Sheesh. Okay Philippa. I’ll get back to these.

What are your children up to? Or don’t you write about their antics? Hmm. Well here’s the thing. Plenty of folks use their blog to tell us about their daily lives. I even read some of those blogs. Here’s one from Iceland called The Dinoia Family. The thing is that’s not what I do. I’m not interested in writing about the daily routine, and I am not interested in you reading it. Just my personal thing.

Having said that, I have to tell you about some of the things Paul said in Church on Sunday. Fr Stephen, as Dean of the Appalachian Deanery of the Diocese of the South, OCA, was away on Sunday. I told Paul that he would not be there, but Fr. Justin would be.
“Will there be another Pwiest?” asked Paul.
“No, just Father Justin,” said I.

Later, I told Paul it was almost time for Communion and he bolted up to the front in anticipation. He gets really excited about communion (hmmm…didn’t our Lord say something about the faith of a child…). I picked him up and we stood praying and singing along with the chior.
When the curtains opened and Father Justin came out Paul spoke up again.
“Is Father Stephen stiwl sweeping?” he asked.
“No. Remember he’s at another church.” I said.
“Is he at Grandpa’s church,” said Paul.
“No, he’s at a different church.” Grandpa goes to a big SoBaptist church, but Paul has no concept of there being anything other than Orthodox. (Man that’s nice)

A few minutes later we’re going through the line and singing “Receive the Body of Christ, Taste the Fountain of Immortality”
Paul asks, “What is a fountain of tea? Does it pour down your head?” I was really too cracked up to say much.

More to come. I promise. Here’s the upcoming topics:

• Jonah the Pissy Prophet,
• “Thank God I’m Orthodox”,
• Monks in the Mountains (a dream/idea for Philippa),
• More pics from Paul’s Baptism (with a good one of Sophie).

Stay Tuned.

*–I have known “Philippa” for several years and together we run the world famous OXWOMS group at Yahoo! I have not, unfortunately, met her face-to-face for coffee or a beer or some good bbq. Maybe someday we can remedy that.

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