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Showing posts with label heart attack. Show all posts

Friday, January 6, 2012

COLD CUSTOMS FOR THE EPIPHANY

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The Epiphany, January 6, or January 19 in the Eastern Orthodox rite, is the traditional day that Christians celebrate the arrival of the magi.  A number of other religious, semi-religious, and even pagan practices have been associated with marking the date, which also got intermingled sometime in the past with the celebration of the baptism of Christ in the Jordan River.
  No matter - the icy plunge near the beginning of the year symbolizes a new beginning, a holy immersion that washes away sins.  This is good, and actually sort of convenientsince your heart may very well freeze up and quit from the incredible shock to your system (it happens to a few every year).
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On this day, while honoring an old Russian tradition, believers dive into ice holes, usually made in the form of a cross, in lakes, rivers and other water bodies.

Some 30,000 believers dipped themselves in ice holes in 37 fonts in Moscow where waters were blessed by Orthodox priests during the night, with 260 rescuers monitoring the safety of swimming as air temperature was below minus 20 degrees Celsius.
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A Moscow district official and some other 50 people bathed in an Epiphany font in the center of the Russian capital.

"I feel as if I was reborn. This is the first Epiphany bathing in my life and I am sure it won't be the last," Leonid Sidorov, deputy head of Moscow's Central Administrative District, told journalists.
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The feast's peculiar feature is the rite of the Great Blessing of Water, performed in Russian churches.

Holy water is then given to believers, who store it for long periods and use it to cure illnesses and bless themselves or things and premises around them. Some people think any water - even from the taps on the kitchen sink - poured or bottled -
 on Epiphany becomes holy.

Close to 100,000 people came to Moscow's 268 Orthodox churches to bottle holy water on the occasion.

In southern Russia's city of Sochi, where the air and water temperature is some 12 degrees Celsius, about 3,000 people jumped into the Black Sea and started swimming at midnight  to celebrate the feast.

Some 20,000 people dipped into cold water during the night in the city of Nizhny Novgorod in the Volga Federal District.

From the RIANAVOSTO website
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Blessing of Waters

 The Orthodox Churches perform the Great Blessing of Waters on Theophany (Jan 6 or Jan 19, depending on whether the region, or church, follows the Julian or the Gregorian calendar).  The blessing is normally done twice: once on the Eve of the Feast—usually at a Baptismal font inside the church—and then again on the day of the feast, outdoors at a body of water. Following the Divine Liturgy, the clergy and people go in a Crucession (procession with the cross) to the nearest body of water, be it a beach, harbor, quay, river, lake, swimming pool, water depot, etc. (ideally, it should be a body of "living water"). At the end of the ceremony the priest will bless the waters. In the Greek practice, he does this by casting a cross into the water. If swimming is feasible on the spot, any number of volunteers may try to recover the cross. The person who gets the cross first swims back and returns it to the priest, who then delivers a special blessing to the swimmer and their household.
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 Certain such ceremonies have achieved particular prominence, such as the one held annually at Tarpon Springs, Florida. In Russia, where the winters are severe, a hole will be cut into the ice so that the waters may be blessed. In such conditions, the cross is not cast into the water, but is held securely by the priest and dipped three times into the water.

The water that is blessed on this day is known as "Theophany Water" and is taken home by the faithful, and used with prayer as a blessing. People will not only bless themselves and their homes by sprinkling with Theophany Water, but will also drink it. The Orthodox Church teaches that Theophany Water differs from regular holy water in that with Theophany Water, the very nature of the water is changed and becomes incorrupt, a miracle attested to as early as St. John Chrysostom.
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Theophany is a traditional day for performing Baptisms, and this is reflected in the Divine Liturgy by singing the baptismal hymn, "As many as have been baptized into Christ, have put on Christ. Alleluia."
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We had a post during our ADVENT SERIES this past
December concerning the wise men, the magi.  Here it is:
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Sunday, December 4, 2011

HEART ATTACK SEASON

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From The Associated Press
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'Tis the season for heart attacks
Rich meals, stress may be culprits
By Lauran Neergaard
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Washington - Those lords-a-leaping and
ladies dancing may want to consider the downside
of the holidays: Heart attack season has arrived.
December and January are the deadliest months
for heart disease, and many of the things that
make the season merry are culprits:
Rich meals, more alcohol - and all
that extra stress.
But what may make the Christmas coronary
more deadly than the same-size heart attack in,
say, August, is a double dose of denial.
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It's not uncommon for people to initially shrug off
chest pains as indigestion. Research suggests
they're even more reluctant for a run
to the emergency room when it means
disrupting a holiday gathering, or
if they've traveled to a strange city -
meaning they arrive sicker.
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Minutes matter.
"You have one a short window of opportunity
to save heart muscle," warns Dr. William Suddath
of Washington Hospital Center in the nation's capital -
where a cardiac team on duty 24 hours a day
aims to start clearing victims' clogged arteries
within 15 minutes of their arrival
in the emergency room.
How bad each year is varies widely,
but some hospitals say they saw an upswing
in heart attacks start on Thanksgiving weekend.
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At Suddath's hospital, it started with
a surprise spike the weekend before Thanksgiving -
with so many critically ill patients that
doctors ran out of a key heart-pumping machine
and had to rent two extras.
Doctors have long braced for the seasonal upswing.
A 2004 study confirmed it was a nationwide phenomenon,
with peaks in death coinciding around
the Christmas and New Year's holidays.
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Here's some comic relief from Rail Europe -
click your back button to return here:
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and below, more humor from National Lampoon!
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What Beast Is This ?
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The Trouble With Christmas Dinner
by Liesl Schillinger
SLATE Magazine
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Six years ago,
when my brother Justin brought his fiancee, Victoria,
to Virginia for her first Christmas chez Schillinger,
my mother marked the occasion by making a roast suckling pig.
(Never mind that the entire family had gathered round
 the VCR the night before to watch Babe,
 the tear-jerking family drama about
an adorable piglet who evades the knife.)

On the morning of the feast,
my mother made mince pies while my father drove to
the country butcher to fetch the swine. When he arrived home
with the beast, there was a panic. It being December,
the suckling pig had matured into a suckling hog—
as big as a golden retriever—with curving sharp teeth and
 holes where its eyes had been. It looked like the victim
 in a porcine snuff film.
As my mother despaired,
my father had the presence of mind to grab a handsaw
and divide the monster into two halves,
each of which just squeaked into an oven.

After it was roasted, which shrank it some, Mama laid it out
on an enormous platter, covered its severed waist
 with a cummerbund of holly bunches, stuffed
 each hollow eye socket with a grape
(she put White-out irises on them,
 studded with cloves for pupils),
and pried its baked, fanged jaws wide enough apart
to pop in a Clementine orange.
When she appeared with the beast in the dining room,
we all screamed. Luckily, Victoria had brought a ham—
a gift from her mother, whose Southern dictum is,
"Never go anywhere without a ham."

In the wake of the suckling hog debacle,
my mother introduced ducks for Christmas.
An entire flock of waterfowl (six) were sacrificed to feed 12
celebrating mouths. Thirteen, actually; one of the bassets,
 Ruby, dug the carcasses out of the trash,
 out in the snow by the carport,
and gulped down so much duck fat that her liver shut down.
She had to be rushed to the vet, where the doctors
 said her blood was like a duck-grease milkshake.
After $3,000 of emergency medical treatment
(including a canine blood transfusion),
duck has fluttered off the menu, never to return.

This Christmas Eve, Mama is making chicken Kiev,
stuffed with apricots. We're not Russian, so this
 may not sound all that traditional,
 but it will be our tradition—at least this year.
With any luck, nobody will scream at the unveiling,
and no dog will end up in intensive care.

(This is an edited version of a longer piece that goes into
historical tidbits about what meats (beasts) have graced Xmas
dinner tables here and in England over the years.)
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