After we had reached safety, we then learned that the island was called Malta. The natives showed us unusual kindness. Since it had begun to rain and was cold, they kindled a fire and welcomed all of us around it.
Acts 28:1-2 I will never be a native to the Orthodox Church. I will, I hope, become as familiar with the tradition and the customs and I hope become as beloved to my fellow Islanders as any of the natives. Someday in the future I may even be mistaken for a native b
Eggnog is one holiday tradition I always regret almost immediately after partaking every single time. As the viscous, rum spiked drink is handed to me, I’ll remember with some dim recollection the previous year and yet each time I bypass that soggy memory and I take that drink. The first sip is delicious, because it’s like drinking rum spiked melted ice cream and I really like ice cream (and rum.) By the third or fourth sip I slip into the oncoming train of regret. Generally