John Rinne
Johannes (John) Wilho Rinne (16 August 1923 – 1 July 2010) was the Orthodox Archbishop of Karelia and All Finland from 1987 to 2001.
Birth
Rinne was born in Turku, Finland on 16 August 1923 to a family belonging to the Evangelical Lutheran Church of Finland.
Priesthood and episcopacy
Rinne joined the Orthodox Church in 1966, and he received a doctorate in theology from Finland's Åbo Akademi University in 1966. In 1967 he received monastic tonsure in the Monastery of Saint John the Theologian in the island of Patmos (Greece). Following his ordination to the diaconate and priesthood at the Ecumenical Patriarchate, in 1969 he was elected and consecrated Bishop of Lapland, Auxiliary to the Archbishop of Karelia and All Finland, of the autonomous Finnish Orthodox Church.
In 1971 Rinne received a doctorate in canon law from the University of Thessaloniki. He was appointed as the Metropolitan of Helsinki in 1972, a position he held until 1987. He was elected Archbishop of Karelia and All Finland and head of the autonomous Finnish Orthodox Church in 1987. He went into retirement in 2001, receiving from the Ecumenical Patriarchate the title of Metropolitan of Nicaea.
Podcasts:
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by Jann Browne
Mexican Wind
by: Jann BrowneThis is my third night
Under bright shooting stars
I have crossed into Mexico
Maybe that's where you are
You told me you'd come here
If our love should end
Eighty miles past the border
On the Mexican wind.
So I followed the dusty roads
Into Flores Magon
And they said you had left there
For Aquiles Serdan
You told me you'd come here
If our love should end
Eighty miles past the border
On the Mexican wind.
There's a place in the desert
Where we let it begin
We would dance close together
As the candles would dim
In a quiet cantina
With sweet mandolins
As they'd serenade softly
On the Mexican wind.
--- Instrumental ---
My life seems to slow down
The further I go
Into the bare heart
Of old Mexico
Still I keep searching for someone
Who once let me in
But somehow I lost him
To the Mexican wind.
There's a place in the desert
Where we let it begin
We would dance close together
As the candles would dim
In a quiet cantina
With sweet mandolins
As they'd serenade softly
On the Mexican wind.
Eighty miles past the border