I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Hello there. This humble little offering purports to be the web page of one Andrew Stephen Damick, who wonders with his friend Scott Parkerson if perhaps this whole phenomenon of creating a personal "web presence" isn't entirely too self-serving. He's also wondering why he's referring to himself in the third person on his webpage.

Well, anyhow, he thinks he has some few useful things to present to this nameless, faceless Internettic chaos, so here's his page. It contains links to a few useful things concerning him, such as his verse, the latest update of his resumé, what he thinks about literary eisegetes, and all those fools who would style themselves poets, which includes himself. It is also to be noted that he is the moderator emeritus of a listserv dedicated to discussion between Evangelical Protestants and Orthodox Christians. He additionally maintains a webpage dedicated to his patron, Saint John Chrysostom, Archbishop of Constantinople, one to the Apostle Saint Andrew the First Called, and one for his parish, All Saints Orthodox Church. You should also feel free to talk at him and buy his book.

He particularly encourages you to sign his guestbook and to take a look at his new site dedicated to his 2001 British Isles pilgrimage.

And that's basically it for now.