There are a number of "Seraphims" in the Orthodox blogging world. One is a retired missionary bishop, author and saintly eccentric, currently visiting Moscow for the encouragement of small group of open minded Orthodox believers involved in service and evangelism. Another is a fellow attorney who practices and prays at the southern end of the Appalachians a few states down from me. I read both daily, but have a special affection for the second Seraphim whose life experience overlaps with mine in interesting ways. I read this post last Thursday after a Wednesday I would not care to live over. I had spent the previous afternoon fighting a doomed battle in a Court-appointed case where I was representing a mother whose child had been taken away for mostly justifiable reasons. It was a hard case, which I believed I argued well, but ultimately unsuccessfully. My client was broken hearted, I was depressed, and when my assistant found out that Virginia's Court appointment fee wouldn't cover even an hour of my time billed at our standard rate, she got depressed too. I do these cases because somebody needs to, but they do exact a cost, emotionally, spiritually and financially. It did my morale good to hear that sometimes it all works out:
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