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Today marks the half way point on our journey from Pascha to Pentecost.

In the middle of the feast, O Saviour, fill my thirsting soul with the waters of godliness, as Thou didst cry unto all: If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink! O Christ God, Fountain of life, glory to Thee! (Troparion)

Christ God, the Creator and Master of all, cried to all in the midst of the feast of the law: Come and drink the water of immortality! We fall before Thee and faithfully cry: Grant us Thy bounties, for Thou art the Fountain of our life! (Kontakion)
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So, let us cry:

Christ is Risen from the dead, trampling down death by Death … and upon those in the tombs bestowing Life!

I get emails, regularly these days, asking me: What’s going on in Antioch?

I kinda sorta responded to that here.

Then there was Metropolitan JONAH exciting the masses (then apologizing).

And, of course, there’s that whole Holy Cross message …

Now this.

I shall refrain from comment because, frankly, I’m speechless.

Yet, this priest, refraining from going postal, is going editorial.

UPDATE: I have deleted a half dozen comments which, though not so bad in themselves, may have served to fan flames that need die down. There’s other outlets … forgive me.

The craziest story you will read today. (Seriously!)

Piggy-backing on Erin’s recent post — I just took the florist up to the Bridal Room to deliver some flowers and a pretty little 4-year old girl, with total innocence, said: “Hi God — you like my hair?”

[I was in my riassa (long black robe) — and her hair was spectacular.]

I said, “Why, I’m honoured but I’m not …”

“And over there’s my dress,” she interrupted, pointing.

Another equally pretty young lady, this one 6, said: “My Dad’s bringing my dress … but it’s like hers. How do you like my hair?”

And so it went for a 5 minute visit with two flower girls and their mom.

As I was leaving, making my way down the hallway, I said, “Okay … see you all downstairs.”

“Okay. Bye God!” they yelled in unison.

(Oh alright! I’ll correct them at the wedding, I promise.)

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Last month I posted some pics of the family in a sea of bluebonnets (a Texas tradition). My oldest, at least when I reviewed the pics from the file, did not appear to have posed in the flowers.

I was wrong.

TEEN: Dad! When you posted the pics of our family and the bluebonnets, why didn’t you put my picture up?

DAD: Because you didn’t get down on the ground in the bluebonnets.

TEEN: Yes I did! (Teen then finds file, finds pic.)

DAD: Fine. I’ll put you up solo on my blog. (Thinking she would protest.)

TEEN: Good! You’d better!

DAD: What? Should I leave your phone number, too?

TEEN: (Who is responding to me but looking at her friend while talking) – No thanks, I don’t need any Creepers.

DAD: Creepers?

TEEN: (To friend) – He doesn’t live in this century.

DAD: Keep it up and you won’t live in this century.

Anyway … as you were.