Not a lot to say, really. I lived in the dark for a long time before seeing the glimmer of dawn. An ill wind that blows nobody any good, I came to know Orthodoxy on a pacifist visit to the Serb monastery of Hilandar on holy Mt. Athos during the Nato bombing, and after a few years visiting, I was baptised there, proud Godson (must remeber not to be proud!!) of Fr. Simeon, or Ljubo as he then was. He sprang a good-natured surprise on me on the evening of my baptism by changing my name from Bob to Simon. Still, one of my nieces says that Uncle Si sounds OK. Love from Simon
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