Opening for Steve Bell

That's right! I'm the opening act for Steve Bell tomorrow night in Indianapolis. If anyone is close, please come out and support Steve and I. The cost is only $10 at the door, and you get 2 hours of top notch Americana and Canadian acoustic delights. I can't put into words how stoked I am about this! Thanks be to God for this honor, and for the opportunity to talk with Steve again. He is truly a delightful and Godly man; a joy to be around. For anyone wondering, the gig is at the 7th Day Adventist church building on South Bluff Rd. in Indianapolis. The show starts at 7:30 p.m. Hope to see you there!

Good Discussion

Just wanted to make a pointer to Joel Wilson's blog, "Analysis Analyzed." There is a good "manly" discussion going on there about "What makes me a man?" Take a look here at the blog entitled "What makes you a man? cont."

Prayer for a Broken Soul

Well, I'm breaking context here, and I'm posting more than one in a week. Autumn is getting to be in full swing here in Southern Indiana, and I'm in paradise! Yeah, there's nowhere else I'd rather be than here in the woods in the middle of October. Thanks be to God for the dear Nuns who have given us this opportunity, and above all, Glory to God for all things!

Ok, after being thankful for the splendor of the trees exploding into color, I'm also thankful for the flood of songs that I feel being pulled out of this soulful wreckage of a man. In being thankful, I'd like to share a prayer here that is also a song; one that I'm proud of and thankful for. It's rare that I write something that I'm really proud of, and this is one of the very few. It's also a deep prayer to God for forgiveness, strength, faith, hope, and love. As with all things of God, He never disappoints and always answers prayers made in humility, and belive me, this one was and is. The prayer and song is based on my own struggles to believe, but also the story of "Eustace and the Dragon" in the 3rd Book of the series "The Chronicles of Narnia" which is titled, "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" (Sorry, but I have to put this...) Music & Lyrics by Luke Seraphim Beecham, Copyright 2003 for Six Winged Soul Music.

Lord, I long to know You Lord, I long to see your Face Lord, I long for you to hold me In your sweet embrace

Bruised and blistered I’ve become, longing just to see the sun of your love Shining on my face Blood in every step I take from carrying these chains I make to hold me Away from You And with the talon of your love, you slay the dragon I’ve become And reveal the creature that You’ve made

Now as the winter of my sin settles deep into my skin, I ache, I ache And I feel the frost of grief that’s frozen all of my belief And my heart breaks And in my rags of poverty I kneel with all that’s left in me And You wash me with your Grace

But the mountains would not seem so high without the valley low And without the blast of sins since past how would we ever know Of a Love that we only imagine in our wildest dreams And the grace that winds the Autumn road of all our selfish schemes

Still, Sister Moon shines on me just the same Though I’m filled with doubt, regret, fear and shame And if I turn back to her soft glow I’ll radiate and start to show The same hollowed surface that makes us both reflect

42nd Diocesan Assembly: A Report

Well, once again it has been a week since I've posted. As usual, it's due to the fact that I've been too busy, and mainly because I've been out of town. I just spent the last 3 days at the 42nd Diocesan Assembly for the Diocese of the Midwest of the O.C.A. Without going into too much detail, I will simply say that the trip was AWESOME! All agenda items put forward passed overwhelmingly, the fellowship with other priests, deacons, and laymen and women was a true blessing, and I had the great fortune of meeting Fr. Michael Anderson, the youth director for the O.C.A. and also Fr. Robert Kondratick, the Chancellor for the O.C.A. It was my profound honor to sit by Fr. Mike, Fr. Daniel Rentel (our dean) and Igumen Vladimir for dinner. The conversation was heartwarming, as was the vodka and wine...:-) I am so grateful to my parish and the parish council who supported me financially, and for Fr. Joseph who chose to send me as his delegate as he could not attend for medical reasons. As Ginger Clemens said, "One man's bane is another man's blessing, eh?" Indeed Ms. Ginger, indeed! The Divine services were more breath-taking than I can describe in words, as was the Cathedral where we held them. I was able to witness the ordinations of Reader Zachariah (Doug Trent) to the Sub-Deaconate, and of Sub-Deacon Philip (Vern Lashbrook) to the Deaconate. I had a great time, and above all, was reminded once again about what a Godly Bishop I have, and was blessed to hear other stories of love about this unassuming man, who is celebrating three different anniversaries (10, 20, and 30 year milestones as Diocesan Bishop, Ordination to the Episcopacy, and Ordination to the priesthood, respectively) and shared his joy and thanksgiving with us all. Thanks be to God for Bp. Job, and may God grant him many years! EIS POLLA ETI, DHESPOTA!

Convert-itis

Yeah, yeah, so it's been a long time since I posted. I've been outta town, and writing a fair bit o' music lately, so the blog lapsed. However, it's time to post again, so here we go!

Ok, after reading some recent posts and comments on other blogs, and after a fabulous and life-filled weekend with some very good friends in Illinois, I have a bit of a rant to go on...convertitis. Where should I begin? Well, perhaps I'll start with why I'm ranting. Being a convert to Orthodoxy myself (in so many uncertain terms...) I know that I'm going to border dangerously on shining the light on my own failures. The content of some of the posts and more importantly, the comments to those posts was, in my opinion, disappointing. Also, as far as visiting friends go; our friends in Illinois know a couple that converted to Orthodoxy about a year ago, and have a bad case of convertitis, which also contributes to my rant. For those who may wonder what I'm talking about, convertitis is this: Protestant (usually) or other Christian who converts to Orthodox Christianity and then proceeds to convince everyone they've ever known that they are now "right" and everyone else is "wrong" or not in the Church at all. Here's my rant.

Why? Why, why, why, why, why? Isn't it enough that we've found the ancient faith? Isn't it enough that God is more merciful than we could ever dream of in our fallen state? Isn't it enough that Christ himself gave his very life as a sacrifice for our sin so that we may live? Isn't it enough to just know within ourselves that our heritage is joy unspeakable? Why is there this incessant need to TALK!! Why is there this driving force of evangelistic piety and talking "down to?" I'm tired of hearing about this. I suppose as long as we are fallen, it will continue to happen, but I still don't have to like it. So many of us found Orthodoxy and fell in love with the Living Tradition of it, and more importantly, with the Living God who fills its very Sacramental life. Why then must so many feel compelled to raise the sceptre of righteousness above their heads and strike the hearts of all those who don't recognize the "fullness of the faith" in the Orthodox Church? Our friends acquaintances are on the far end of this rope, cutting off those who would disagree with their beliefs. They disregard basic, God-given friendship and love in exchange for piety and religion. And as for the more subtle of the sickness, there is this incessant need to try and convert all other Christians that we come in contact with under the guise that we are somehow "saving" them from the wiles and evils of Protestantism. Don't get me wrong, I think that there are many very dangerous heresies out there. However, there seems to be simply just too much talking AT and not enough talking TO, or maybe even better, too little LISTENING to those around us. Lord have mercy!

Janna and I were talking about this tonight, and we believe that much of it lies in the heart of the conversion of Western-minded, evangelical, fundamentalists into the Orthodox Church. So much of western Christianity is saturated with the Great Commission. So many other Christians I meet are driven by the commission to save souls and win hearts for Jesus over all other things. I am disheartened by this drive and lack of vision, wherever I see it, be it Protestantism, Rome, or Orthodoxy. When this mindset is then inundated with Orthodox theology, sometimes there becomes this dangerous mix of, "My task is still to win souls, but now I'm RIGHT and must win souls not only to Jesus, but to the RIGHT church." It is this response that so many people in the E.O.C. found distasteful in the past, and so many good hearted, faithful believers find repulsive now. I mean honestly, how many of us would want to listen to anyone that stands on the platform of "true faith" and "right worship" and talks down to us as we are looking for real answers? Compassion for where I'm at now; often non-existent.

I propose a much simpler means of evangelization...living a life of love. And I don't mean Orthodox evangelization, I mean simple, beyond explanation, witnessing to Love. I myself was "saved" and eventually converted to Orthodoxy by love; pure and simple. Someone gave themselves up as a sacrifice to God for me, and I saw it and wanted what it was that they had. I saw a peace in them and their belief about God. I saw that no matter what was happening around them, their peace came from a different Source, and their strength was inflamed by a liturgy of life and prayer. How many of you experienced this as well? I have a notion that the more I love people and let my life be an example of Love, no matter how poor that example may be, I will save thousands around me. If I deign to proclaim the Gospel at all times, and if necessary, use words, then those who are lost may be found. Quite simply, Jesus never spoke much about theology. Sure, He knew the Law and not only obeyed it in every way, but fulfilled it so that we might be free in it. He spoke of loving God with our whole heart, soul, mind, and strength, and our neighbor as ourselves. In writing all of this, I am more aware than ever that I'm the cause of much pain and suffering; me, Luke Seraphim in all of my splendor. Most of the pain that I've caused has come from my tongue (sharper than a sword at times) and I've fallen WAY short of the glory to which I was born. Still, I will aspire to reach that from which I was cast for my own salvation; Paradise and the arms of my Creator. And, on the way back, I hope that I will be able to love and seek the lost more than I am able to breathe. In the words of Bill Mallonee, "No winners and losers; same in the end. I was hoping for a perfect world, no shirts, no skins." Amen Bill, amen. While Orthodoxy may be the truth and the ancient faith, we are not called to draw a box and distinguish who are shirts and who are skins. I know that God meets His children wherever they may be, and I am called simply to bear witness to the Light, and above all things, to have fervent love for my brothers and sisters. The choice of which tradition to follow is not as important as the initial choice to seek God all the days of our lives. In doing this, He will reveal the path ahead, and He will call us all to His One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church. And in the end, isn't Orthodoxy just about learning how to Love God and all mankind more fervently anyway? Don't all the Fathers point to Christ and to learning how to love Him? Perhaps if we all focus more on Love himself and less on loving ourselves and "getting it right" we can radically change the Church and many lives around us. Lord grant us all the wisdom, strength, and love to do just that, in our strength and in our poverty; and even so Lord Jesus, come quickly!