Saturday, March 8, 2025
Clean Saturday
Good strength to all now that East and West both have entered the season of Great Lent. As weather begins to warm in the northern hemisphere, I pray that our hearts warm towards things of God and overcome the deadening distractions of this world which St. John the Beloved testifies, “… is passing away.“
In addition to spring and lent, it is also the season for spring formals. When I was a young man, I loved to dance. Every dance offered by my high school throughout the year saw me cutting a rug with the best of them. When the more formal dances were held like homecoming and prom, I especially enjoyed the pageantry and the chance to exercise whatever few social graces American culture teaches to young adults. First step, find a date: someone agreeable and attractive who would not read too much into the request (unless there was reason for such a reading). Secondly, rent/buy something formal for the occasion: smart, but not too smart; elegant, but not beyond that mall store clerk salary. Finally, pick the young lady up in the best vehicle your recently acquired driver’s license and limited connections can provide. And don’t forget the fresh corsage and boutonniere, giving the lady all the time she needs, opening doors and escorting her to and fro, and finally arriving to the big dance fashionably late. At the event itself, colored lights and festive banners transform the school gymnasium into a delightful paradise of young flowers in their new bloom meeting and possibly making plans that will last a lifetime.
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There is a joke among recovering fundamentalist Christians. It goes, “Why is pre-marital sex so wrong? Because it might lead to dancing.” While most Christians can agree with the former prohibition against sex outside of marriage, the latter taboo has brought frustration to many a footloose Christian who begs for a definition of exactly what kind of dancing leads to moral degradation. As for this recovering fundamentalist, I have never been happier than the first time I witnessed centuries-old folk dancing going on right in the fellowship hall of an Eastern Orthodox church. You can even say it was one of the things that led me to the Church. 
