Vienna

Train from Prague to Vienna Vienna Hofburg Palace Hofburg place settings Vienna street felted Easter baskets Pinocchio24 hours in Vienna hardly seem enough but I am glad we decided to stop in. In fact, I have had 2 opportunities to visit Mozart’s birthplace but declined both for other reasons so I was determined to get here this time.

There were a couple of key sites on our list, St. Stephans Cathedral and the Hofburg Palace, so we took a few hours to immerse ourselves in the history of the Hapsburg Empire. For me, it’s the women in the family that hold interest with their love of natural beauty and the outdoors as well as their charitable concerns. Their literary skill is also a draw.

When I was 18 until just after my 19th birthday I lived in Austria at the foot of the Dachstein Range. I don’t claim to speak any other language but English but when I’m in Austria I like to converse a little in German and the soft Austrian dialect is one I understand. Today I was told that my Austrian is sehr gut and she couldn’t have known how pleased I was to hear that. Even so, I am well aware of my limitations but happy to chat more easily with the locals.

The photos tell something of our time in this lovely city. Grüß Gott, friends!

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Prague in Short

Charles Bridge in the snow Prague Tram Charles Bridge Tyn Church Store frontskiing PragueTo be honest, I am having trouble putting Prague into words. Our hotel begins in the courtyard near the Tyn Church made famous by Jan Huss and we are on the top floor with a balcony that catches a slice of its double spires. The 15th century cobbled streets, the generous snowfall, and the clang of church bells are charming as we wander in the old town and along the river to the famous Charles Bridge.

We are here to learn more about the Horizons program developed by fellow Canadian, Jeff Carter. It is an online curriculum for volunteers working in youth and children’s ministry. And it’s brilliant! CBM partners with the European Baptist Federation in support of launching the program across the continent and beyond. In the private sector, a project of this scope and quality would draw a great deal of interest from investors, but that’s not the point. The point is to offer excellent free training and mentoring through an online delivery system for people ministering to youth and children.

What a gift to partner in a program of this caliber!

Both Gord and I have commented that while European travel is great in its own right, the added dimension of meeting with communities who love and serve God is tremendously inspiring.

It’s our last night here. Tomorrow we travel by train to Vienna. We said good-bye to the fellow-STM’ers and wish them safety and grace as we part ways. Thank you, Pat, Peter, Wendy, Sam and Cindie for a life-changing 10 days!

 

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What Can Happen in 60 Minutes

Our flight from Beirut to Istanbul took just over an hour but it will be memorable.

We sat near the window with an extra seat to my left. A beautiful teenage girl slipped in next to me, rather tentatively and we said bon jour and merhabah. She spoke Arabic and French and held a newly issued Togolese passport in her hands. If you don’t know where Togol is, it’s okay, neither did I.

I asked if she was alone and she said no, she was travelling with the Ambassador to New York. They were bound for New York where she would be working for him, her master, she said.

I noticed her lovely long fingers and a shiny gold ring with a large stone. The quality was something you might find at Walmart but she wore it with pride and I knew the feeling of it was unfamiliar because she twirled it around and around like a newlywed on her honeymoon. She wore new clothing, brand new leather shoes and a silver necklace with an irradescent stone. When I asked where the Ambassador was she said he was in the first class section of the plane.

The pieces gradually began to fall into place. I was looking into the face of 21st century human trafficking. It was not the time for tears and so I prayed with all the energy I could muster and offered her, who was not mine to offer, to my God who is compassionate and full of mercy.

We laughed over her knitting attempts with my current project and when we reached Istanbul, she wrapped her arms around me, gathered her things, turned and blew me a kiss. Sweet little lamb.

Saafat is joining the hundreds of young women who are sold as modern day slaves to feed the insatiable appetite of the world’s largest industry. That’s right. Pornography is the vehicle, selfishness and lust are the drivers and Saafat is an innocent passenger who is about to find herself on the most terrifying ride of her life.

I gave her the phone number for the USA human trafficking hotline and told her if she ever needs help to call. I also gave her the section I tore out of John’s gospel about the woman caught in the act who experienced the compassion and gentleness of Jesus.

How I wish I could have done more.

 

 

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A Little Bit on Lebanon

Lebanon STM TeamNormally I write as I go so posts are no more than a day old. In this case, due to the quick pace we have been keeping and the sensitivity of the work, I thought it best to break with tradition and catch up when opportunity presented itself. That happens to be now!Baalbek2

mosque dome Beirutmosque BeirutStarbucks BeirutI also wanted to take time to process and there is a lot to think about.

Baalbek1How to sum up Lebanon? Impossible in one post but I will say the people will remain long in my heart. In terms of place, its stories reach into the days of Seth (Adam and Eve’s son), Noah, Abraham and even Jesus who visited Tyre and Sidon. You may remember his encounter with the gentile woman who begged him to heal her daughter.

The country is tiny with two mountain ranges that make driving more like a roller coaster ride. If you dare to take to the road in Lebanon, you can drive anywhere on the planet, they say.

With a history that stretches into the earliest days of humanity, it was no surprise to find Phoenician, Greek, Roman, Byzantinium and Crusader ruins. We travelled east, less than 2 km from the Syrian border to take in what was once the centre for Baal, Molech and Ashturah worship. It’s no wonder the Jewish sacred writings speak of God’s hatred for their worship practices where one child per day was the required sacrifice. The ruins are some of the best preserved in the Ancient Levant.

There is no question that February 19, 2013 was the most exotic birthday I have had to date.

I should back up just a little and say that we spent Sunday in the town of Zahle where a small congregation is providing 400 Syrian refugee families with basic food and blankets. Lebanon has seen a huge influx of Syrian and Iraqi refugees over these past few months, as you know. 1/3 of Lebanon’s total population consists of refugees.

After the church service where we joined our Lebanese brothers and sisters in worship, we observed the distribution of packages to these families. About 50% of these are from a Muslim tradition. The congregation loves them both in word and deed, which is at the heart of integral mission. I went through a lot of kleenex that day.

There is much more to say about the work of the Lebanese Society for Education and Development, a partner with Canadian Baptist Ministries. And that’s still to come.

Let me just say that Aslan is on the move in the Middle East.

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Views from Beirut

cedarsFrom sea level to 1400 metres above it, we spent the day exploring little Lebanon (the size of Connecticut). The ancient and famed cedars were hidden from view by dense fog and 3 metres of snow but we did see the edge of their home and a sampling of saplings.shop

coast BeirutBeirut sunsetFor lunch, it was traditional fare at a family owned restaurant in Beit El Din. There were more than a dozen dishes from amazing salads to hummus and babaganoush to kebobs. Each one delicious!lunch Beit El Din

The Med seaside promenade with its million dollar properties, where we bought coffee at Starbucks and Canada’s own Second Cup, was busy with Lebanese families out for a Saturday stroll.

Beit El DinstreetDruze chapelMaronite Chapelpidgeon rocksunset at prThroughout the day we heard more about the work here and have grown to appreciate, even more, what God is doing here to bring hope to this land. A gift of a day!

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On the Look-out

London Bridge White Tower Sandi at Aster HouseWhenever the thought occurs to me, which ideally is at the beginning of the day, I like to be on the alert for evidence of God’s presence. LionYou may be asking exactly what that looks like.phone booth

An ordinary act of grace (those are never really ordinary, are they?) or a set of circumstances that some call coincidental or even a connection with someone that surprises us both; each one fragrant with the scent of God.

view from room Like meeting the Air Canada flight attendant who went out of her way to put together my gluten-free dinner when the airline missed the order. All good things come from God.

Yes.
Valentine's Day

Yesterday we saw evidence of it in the British Library as we ventured into the Treasury. There lay the Gutenbug Bible, the Codex Sinaiticus and 4th Century copies of the gospel of Luke. The remarkable thing is that these texts have survived centuries of weather and handling and still provide faithful witness to God’s work and presence among all people.

A visit to London is never complete without an evening at the theatre. Les Miserables is showing, still after 28 years, in the Queens and so we ventured out after dark with throngs of other theatre-goers. The story is one of my favourites and if I ever get foggy on the meaning of grace, I revisit Jean Valjean in Victor Hugo’s timeless narrative. It restores hope in what a single seed of kindness can become in the rich soil of a responsive heart. Evidence of God at work.

St. Valentine is on everyone’s mind today and what better day than this to check out the Royal Crown Jewels at the Tower of London. Before we did, a very funny Beefeater insisted on touring us through the gruesome history of the executions that took place not far from there. My direct ancestor, Bishop Nicholas Ridley met his death in a firey blaze while tied to a stake near Traitor’s Gate. His martyrdom is a witness to an unwavering conviction that he worshipped the Living God.

The air has warmed considerably, the sun is shining and the beauty of the natural world is all around us in London’s many parks. Geraniums and cyclamin bloom from window boxes and girls carry single red roses on this day designated in celebration of love. We love because He first loved us…

“Keep your eyes open for God., watch for his works; be alert for signs of his presence.” Psalm 105

Yes, I will.

 

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London on Jet Lag

Natural History MuseumIt’s not the first visit to London for me, but it is the first time I have seen snow here. We arrived around noon, according to Greenwich, and found our way via the Picadilly Line into South Kensington. Don’t you just love the way those old names roll off the tongue?Aster House

Anyway, the temperature is at the zero degree mark and patches of snow here and there remind us that London does indeed see something of winter weather.

After checking in at the Aster House, we grabbed our woolies and headed out to walk off the after-flight aches. The British Natural History Museum is a 10 minute stroll from our room and is highly recommended. It also offered traditional Shepherd’s Pie and chips so we ate a late lunch and wandered through the exhibits. Dodo

The Queen Victoria and Prince Albert Museum sits in the next block over and houses an enormous collection of their art from around the world. We assume each piece was a gift from royals in other empires to the British throne.

Next stop, Starbucks. We both needed something to warm us up and then the jet lag tucked in around us and we were done. If you have travelled outside of your time zone you know what I’m talking about. gargoyleFatigue hits you like a brick and you just have to give in and sleep. And that’s where we’re heading next.

In spite of the need for rest, we feel privileged to be here. It’s an extraordinary thing to be able to experience other cultures and peoples and there is this tangible sense of wonder and joy that accompanies us wherever we go. No doubt about it, travel is a gift from the generous grace of God!

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Legacy of a Life

It was a long drive to Campbell River but the ride across the Strait to Quadra Island is an easy 10 minutes where we gathered with friends of Camp Homewood to say goodbye to Marg Bayne. We commonly call this sort of gathering, a Celebration of Life and it was really was. Marge’s inspiration and impact on countless lives will continue long in our memories. It was one of those days where I felt privileged to be a part of this community, even if on the very edges of it.photo (17)

We remember her husband, Alf, who calmly comforted those who expressed sadness for our collective loss, but especially his.

These two remarkable people worked to bring hope and life first to remote communities on our coast and then to every soul who set foot on the Homewood property. Theirs is a rich legacy.

I wonder, what will be my legacy?

 

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Digging into Dignity

I am preparing for meetings the day after we arrive home from Europe and the Middle East so my mind has been immersed on the topic of dignity, our theme of late.

One of the brainstorming exercises I ran across instructs the facilitator to try reversing a question to lead the group in how to do a thing very badly. I know it sounds crazy to explore ways to make something harder and I had a lot of trouble formulating the questions. It’s a counter-intuitive exercise. Let me give you an example. Instead of asking, “What fosters a sense of dignity in people’s lives?”, we ask, “How can we strip a person of her dignity?” It’s a question I have trouble shaping because it’s just completely opposite of the direction I’m working toward. Yet, I found value in exploring the reverse of things because it can helped bring clarity and fresh perspective.

How do we strip people of their dignity? Here are a few thoughts…

Railroading people with our verbosity when they just really want to share something of themselves is demeaning. So it makes sense that the better thing is to listen. It’s hard work to suspend our needs in order to give people room to work something through or let us into their space. We learn that listening is important in esteeming one another.

Comparing people with ourselves and criticizing their efforts so we come out better, cultivating our private sense of superiority instead of valuing them as people whom God created to exercise freedom of choice is inconsiderate. Wouldn’t it be better to celebrate each other in our diversity, affirming one another’s significance and contribution in the broader community?

Isolating ourselves from one another, physically or emotionally so we don’t have to carry their stuff or put up with annoying little habits or care too much about their pain is another way of stripping people of their worth. Isn’t it honouring to have someone you know you can call on, even drop in on, who offers such love so consistently that you feel valued and special? Wouldn’t that be a step toward cultivating dignity?

Let me just say, that I have been guilty of each one of these undignified behaviours and I’m not proud of that.

But it is an interesting exercise, isn’t it?

I wonder, friends, what nourishes dignity in you?

Dee and mePS The photo is one of my sister and I. She is off on a new adventure to the USA in a few days and I just want to say, “Bon Voyage, little sister! I applaud your decision and pray all goes swimmingly.” I love you lots! (She’s the better looking one on the right.)

 

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Breathing in the Wonder

Everyone talks about gratitude and most of us feel it in response to something good we get to be a part of. There are days when that sense of overwhelming, undeserved, isn’t-the-world-great overtakes all else and we wonder that such a thing should come to us.

That’s how I feel about being a part of my family.

We spent the weekend in Vancouver with our kids who are trekking off to places like Mexico and Winnipeg and eventually London and Europe for various reasons. I think we like to gather in a clump before we each fly off in different directions just so we can say a hearty good-bye and see you soon. We are doing some trekking of our own in a few days so the fare-thee-wells were appropriate all around.

photo (17)Our son picked us up at the ferry and drove us around in his outback truck for a few last minute errands. We stopped in for a quick visit with our daughter-in-law who was working nearby. Next, he dropped us at James and Siobhan’s place where we cozied in, drinking gourmet tea and catching up with their news (my interest was specific to a new baby on the way!). Then we hopped on the #16 bus, bumped along W. Broadway and further to find one of Vancouver’s delicious culinary treats. The Burgoo on West 10th serves oh, so yummy Beef Bourguignon and Butter Chicken where we happily indulged our appetite for comfort food. Did I mention we eat well with this crowd?

Our daughter and her family arrived the next day so we ate lunch and set out together for a walk toward the sea. It didn’t matter that we ate cold rotisserie chicken and an ad hoc quinoa salad in a very tiny space. Nor did it matter that is was cold and rainy, or that Jericho Beach was overrun by large and soggy dogs.  We were together and that was the important thing.

One wonder-full thing about this family is the laughter. There is always a lot of it for any reason or none at all. Little Brie is learning to engage in the hilarity in her own particular style. When Grandpa handed over his umbrella she said, “Thank you, Grandpa. Brie just like Christopher Robin!” We laughed and random people on the street joined in. The littlest walking umbrella ever, singing, “Tut, tut, it looks like rain.” photo (17)-001

That’s the thing about happiness. It is delightfully contagious.

Whenever I am with these people, I breath in the wonder and breath out deep gratitude.

Thank you each one for a lovely weekend and we wish you safe travels. You are always in our hearts and prayers.

 

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