Went last night to opening night for New Life Fine Art’s Ebeneezer Scrooge: A Christmas Carol. I wonder if this story has the record on my blog for the most posts, as it never gets old and never ceases to nourish my old and tired soul. This year, two of my middle children are performing in it, and it was such a pleasure to see their noble efforts from the audience. Such a rich contribution to this timeless classic: original music from the director, colorful stage pictures in Victorian London, a live orchestra to accompany the recorded music, and best of all, a powerfully spiritual message of transformation and resurrection in the show’s main character Scrooge.
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We returned on Friday from our monastic retreat to greet some new company in our Moscow apartment. Our cousin and his family arrived from Surgut on vacation and stay at a nearby hotel while taking most evening meals with us. He is a fine fellow and his lively wife and 3 girls are the best company any soul could ask for, but their taste in entertainment is a little different from ours. And coming from the monastery only increases my own culture shock.
“I’m a Christian, so I don’t go to parties,” said a person to me recently. There was a time in my life I would have accepted such a judgment about parties without qualification. The theology behind the idea of 
Monday, November 15/28, 2016
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