I haved learned in a way not unllike my Mother’s, that Scripture and paricularly Revelation is written by a friend of God, St. John and the Holy Spirit.  The great sleeping bear is Russia, I think, and that Country is as strong, patient and great for it’s wisdom and generosity as a apacolyptic bear.  Its celetial spheres have welcomed its chosen people of Israel and their brethern, its Turks, and the Greeks for centuries upon centuries and the antiquity of Russia makes it a leader among the ancient world.

In the face of outrage and scorn by a fickle West, led astray by British, moron like, intelligence, Russia has loomed above such evil, petty, government, as wise and just and good.  It will always remind the West that the Christianity of the East is equally respected as the West’s.  In so doing it teaches the message of the earliest Christians, that the Catholic Church is home wherever home is.

My relatives are very Russian, all of them, and someday I willl find, I think, that I too am very Russian, not only by blood, but by design, the design of God in my life.  If my little world was resurrected, as I hope it will be someday, it would be in Russia, as Russian.