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Tapestry
The very personal, spiritual reflections of retired Orthodox Bishop Seraphim.
135 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 2017
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January 15, 2018
This reads the way he talks, somewhat disjointed and choppy. One has to assume these reflections were transcribed from talks the Bishop has given, seemingly unedited. I've known Bishop Seraphim for a little more than fifteen years. He is an intellectual unlike any Eastern Orthodox Bishop you'll ever meet, very "unorthodox". 3 1/2 stars.
January 26, 2018
This is a very personal, almost stream of consciousness type read, and yet what Bishop Seraphim is often thinking about are quotes and phrases and ideas from well known authors and artists. He muses on universal things, and shows real creativity in bringing together quite diverse people's ideas. The form of the book and the content of its chapters are very related to the ideas found throughout the work: labyrinth, maze, and tapestry. That sums up how the sometimes dissimilar ideas presented are related.
February 27, 2019
"Thanks to God who makes all things to be Signs of His Glory ... and in moments and in a flash allows us to read the language, or at least to conceive the alphabets, of Grace"
In this anecdotal vignette, SS invites us to join him aboard a Miyazawa-esque train ride weaving through Japanese rice fields, galactic lights, and Russian countryside dotted with apple orchards as shadow and light continuously displace each other, flickering, like a pair of wings that permit flight. On route we stop to meet through his eyes poets, artists, priests, world religions, and philosophers -- even offering our aid to Sophia in distress. The visits, each grounded in the moment, are loosely woven together with no definitive contours but by a mysterious current upon which they float, and passing into prayer. Through the windowpane, we catch glimpses of shimmer between the flash and the fading, and remember this too is the same light that shone on Adam, the same wind the blew through Eden -- and sense maybe we're not very far from the gates of Eden as we supposed.
In this anecdotal vignette, SS invites us to join him aboard a Miyazawa-esque train ride weaving through Japanese rice fields, galactic lights, and Russian countryside dotted with apple orchards as shadow and light continuously displace each other, flickering, like a pair of wings that permit flight. On route we stop to meet through his eyes poets, artists, priests, world religions, and philosophers -- even offering our aid to Sophia in distress. The visits, each grounded in the moment, are loosely woven together with no definitive contours but by a mysterious current upon which they float, and passing into prayer. Through the windowpane, we catch glimpses of shimmer between the flash and the fading, and remember this too is the same light that shone on Adam, the same wind the blew through Eden -- and sense maybe we're not very far from the gates of Eden as we supposed.
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