Last night, as my Russian and that of Google Translate improve, I ventured deeper into Russian Friendland:
and further and further,
into the thick of the battle between liberals and traditionalists.
I wonder whether, just sometimes, Christ doesn’t whisper in the ear of someone who has written two pages of beautifully penned attack against the opposing faction:
“My friend, turn off your computer. Follow me. Face the desert and emptiness inside. When you have faced this emptiness, and found Me in it and your true identity in Me, then write again. Then you will touch souls, not passions.”