I remind you that I was there for something like 48 hours (although that’s 48 hours longer than the commercial fishermen were on the wharf), so one must recognize that this is probably more akin to fiction than authentic travelogue. But as the utterly annoying travelogue announcer on the Amtrak train repeated ad nauseum, “that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.”
The Greeks are having a moment, and being one of the most thoroughgoing New-platonists among the Fathers (and who is far more accessible than Dionysius), Maximus is sharing this Hellenistic moment.
In the last month I heard someone say that Christian fasting is a tool and not a rule. It’s a distinction that appeals to me, but it directly contradicts the language one often sees from various jurisdictions of the Orthodox Church. In this case, the seeming contradiction is a problem with semantics. In terms of …
Just Another Jim 