I knew there was a reason we didn't go to Scotland this time.





So...wow. We got to our host's place around midnight to learn about the crazy car-on-fire into the airport in Glasgow, and that they think it's linked to the carbomb attempts in London on Friday. Join us in praying for safety and peace here in the UK.

That aside, we had a great adventure-filled day, which included:
- some time in the National Gallery (a fab collection of art by guys like Van Gogh, Monet, etc, etc)
- Leicester Square & Covent Garden (in the theatre district)
- the Original London Sightseeing Bus Tour; in which you see everything famous in London in one fell swoop (most memorable quote from our guide: "This is the Dorchester, a very famous hotel. Liz Taylor had five of her honeymoons here. I guess that's why they added the revolving door at the front." It's even a bit funnier if you say it with a British accent.)
- a LOT of rain (Chad was busy trying to capture the city on film while we were on the rainy bus tour. When it stopped raining on the upper deck of our uncovered bus, Chad continued happily snapping away and said, "This is so much easier without the rain." We couldn't help but agree.)
- SCADS of people (on top of the regular Saturday tourist crowds, it was also Gay Pride day in London)
- fish n chips for lunch, butter chicken & vegetable curry for dinner
- seeing CHICAGO at the Cambridge Theatre (and paying half-price)

All in all, not a bad way to spend a Saturday. Now we're safe, dry and ready for a good rest. G'nite.

At the Cutty Sark


After walking around Central Greenwich, and under the Thames river, we ended up at the Cutty Sark Tavern, which overlooks the Thames. We didn't exactly have a prime window seat, but we talked about how we might get the people who did have one to leave. Our host Martyn's suggestion: "Well, I guess we'll have to surround them and tell them about the love of the Lord." Funny guy.






Safely in London...with all our bags!

Hello everyone. Well, we're safe & sound in Greenwich, London at the lovely home of our friends Alison & Martyn, where, as it turns out, we'll all be staying for our time here. Had a mostly pleasant flight, except for when the guy behind me (Nelson) nearly shook my seat right off its hinges when I tried to gingerly tilt it back, on account of the guy in front of me had his fully tilted back pretty much the whole time, so naturally if I wanted to be more than two inches away from my little TV screen, I had to tilt myself back. Apparently he failed to see the justice in my actions, and expressed his frustration rather rudely. Eventually I forgave him, noticed he had later tilted his seat back, and felt especially justified in doing likewise. All was peace after that.

So we hit the ground around 11am local time, got ALL our bags (thank you *LORD*) and got through customs and onto the Tube fairly quickly. Found our way to North Greenwich station, where we called our hosts and were in their living room sipping tea a short twenty minutes later. Just woke up from a much-needed nap -- I think we each got a couple hours' sleep on the plane, but not more than that. Our plan tonight is to see some of the sights in Greenwich and find a pub later on. Shouldn't be too hard. There are about a hundred of them in Greenwich alone ;).

Thanks for your prayers for safety and baggage joy. The adventure begins!

ONE MORE SLEEP!


Well, it's the day before departure. We're busy gathering last-minute items and running last-minute errands, and then this evening our dear travelling companions Pam & Chad arrive to stay the night before we leave tomorrow. If you're a praying kind of person, pray for Pam & Chad. It's tough leaving their three children for this length of time. But we're sure glad they're doing it! :)

In other news, last night I put four new songs from my upcoming CD, Keeping Time Vol 02 on my website. Click here to go there and listen. Here's what the cover will look like (only it will say "vol 02", not "vol 01"...for all you obsessive detail people...like me). Enjoy!

FOUR sleeps...


Hey fans. Terri had this idea to try and get more of you to make comments on our blog (not that anyone's actually reading it anyway). Here goes: "Venice is gonna rock. What rocks in your world?" There. An aMAzing opening...just waiting for you...beckoning...drawing you in...resistance is futile...

People all over the world, join hands. Ride the blog train.

Six sleeps...

OK, this post is a pretty lengthy one, and not for those who are accustomed to blogfare of a more mindless sort. It is a musician's musings while visiting Rome's Colosseum, which is -- you guessed it -- another place we're looking forward to seeing...real soon.



So if you're up for it, this is a worthy read. It's a piece written by the late Mark Heard, taken from the liner notes to one of his earlier albums. Pretty heavy food for thought. Thanks to Jeremy for putting me onto this.

ROME

I spent the evening hours wandering through the ruins of Old Rome, photographing and thinking. It was a beautiful sunset, behind small cumulus clouds, and I was reminded of evenings spent on the islands off the Georgia coast. As the tourists hustled away, tucking guide maps into the pockets of their Hawaiian shirts, I decided to have a light supper of salami and cheese, with a cinnamon flavored soda to wash it down.

It was already dark by the time I finished the meal and headed for the hotel. After a harrowing street crossing episode on the roundabout encircling the Coliseum, I halted briefly to catch my breath, and as I stood in front of the Coliseum I noticed it was not closed in any way, though it was devoid of touring inhabitants. I decided to go walk around inside, despite misgivings about the safety of such a thing. Walking under the bleachers in the portico, I was stunned by the fact that it was not unlike being at Dodger Stadium late at night long after the completion of a game, and half expected to see snack food prices chiseled into the marble in Latin. I had a scare - I nearly tripped over a cat that was eating scraps someone had dropped among the newspapers littering the smooth, almost asphalt-like floor surface. I was to discover that there were literally hundreds of cats living in the labyrinth of the ruins. Their occasional cries and mating sounds were a strange cacophony indeed, and I scuttled on inside to the boundary of the arena and sat on a fallen marble pillar.

During the hour and a half that I sat there, my mind wandered in a number of different directions as my eyes darted around catching street light reflections from the marble finishing still present on some of the seats. I wondered at the grandeur of the architecture. The care of the artisans involved is plainly seen. The workmanship exhibited in the structure, though in various stages of ruin, was exquisite, and I felt I owed appreciation to the hands that had carved, sanded, chiseled and mortared so long ago; they could not guess that history books two thousands years after their deaths would record their feats, as well as the subsequent fall of the civilization they knew as their everyday environment.

Peering through the darkness at the arena itself, I recounted the things I'd read about: the opulence once exhibited there; the terrible games played there; the Christians who lost their lives in that circumference of marble-coated mud and straw bricks. What an awesome juxtaposition of symbols. How very strange to be able to sit as an uninvolved observer, blessed with the retrospect of history, and feel both the passion of the artisan and the pain of the persecuted.

Questions arose in my mind. "Must one ignore the atrocities done to human beings here, in order to appreciate the gift of creativity bestowed on men - architects, artists, sculptors - by the Creator? Is one to cast out of his mind forever the blessings of the existence of aesthetic potential for mortals made in God's image, in order to truly hate and despise the evil done in this arena, indeed the evil directed at God through the persecution of His children?"

I was reminded of the tension the Reformers felt: There were at that time beautiful pieces of statuary standing in small towns as icons. The atmosphere in which the Reformation was spawned found such iconic symbols theologically revolting. Some of the Reformers even went around to the villages knocking down and defacing the statues, and John Calvin had certain stained-glass windows taken out of the cathedral in which he officiated in Geneva. The fervor of the times demanded action. That action was not against the validity of art, but against what the art represented. In the minds of the Reformers, the statues were symbols of a thoughtform they considered erroneous. It was not the face value of the articles that was despised, but the ideas which were connected to the articles by way of symbolism. (Many of these pieces have been saved and reside in museums today.)

As I glanced again at the marble seats of the Coliseum, I was reminded of stories I'd heard about most of that marble being pillaged by Michaelangelo and his contemporaries during the Renaissance. It was needed elsewhere, and sentiment took a back seat to "progress" in those days, much as it does today.

The cats were still at their night noises while I wondered at the complexity of making value judgments about the world as we know it. To decry the intrinsic value in created things because of their marring by evil would not be fair - we would lose perspective on the true and intended value of beauty and the creativity of God, and of man after His image. To forget the evil and allow the cloud of familiarity to obscure it's awesome ugliness would be unfair as well. We live in a fallen world, but one in which the original face of the creation and its intended purpose may still be seen, and we must not let either fact obscure the other.

Someone once told me that she did not like the works of Vincent Van Gogh because he was such a confused man. But Argumentum ad Hominum (argument against the person) cannot change objective things like beauty, though subjective criteria for an entity's value to man may be influenced by it. Indeed, bad art often gains popularity because of a friendly and agreeable image projected by the artist, especially in modern electronic media where image subverts truth in favor of a quick caricature that can be comprehended by viewers and readers at the lowest levels of consciousness. They may like the work of someone they consider likable, even though the artistic standards of the work are not very high.

Perception is more strongly influenced by our preconceived notions than we might realize. People will say that the smoke from a wood fire or a barbecue smells good. They will say that the smoke from a crematory's chimney smells bad, but only if they know what it is, because the actual smells are not that different.

If we knew more about any individual whose art we admire, his deficiencies and his failings, we might lean towards denying the value of his expressions, be they art or conversation. Intimate knowledge of character and subsequent disillusionment with the person are phenomena we know all too well. But we must be careful not to judge conscientious work by imperfect creatures as invalid. In so doing, we deny the very validity of the creative expression which was intended by God for much joy in the human spirit, including worshipful joy.

My thoughts were interrupted by a cat bursting suddenly out of the darkness and rubbing against my leg with an explosion of purring energy, and it took me a few minutes to get the hair on the back of my neck to lay down flat again. When I was finally breathing normally, I thought on: "This stadium has been considered an evil place by some, because of events that were known to transpire here. The Reformers tore down beautiful statues because of what they symbolized. Opponents of creative new forms of art or music today decry the medium because of the lifestyle that has at times, unfortunately, accompanied it. Could Nero's next-door neighbor have listened, appreciatively enthralled by the notes emanating from the violin, unaware of the fire in the city? My friend didn't like even Van Gogh's best work because of the inner turmoil it represented. Christians in the first Century abstained from meat that had been offered to idols before being put up for sale. Did Paul eventually convince them otherwise? Were they then patient with those who were not easily convinced? Do arguments based on intrinsic value do any good when opponents see only the symbol and proponents see only the entity itself? Is it possible to carry on a love/hate relationship with this world in which we live? Is it possible to see both sides of a coin simultaneously?"

I felt my bare arms getting chilled in the night air, and stood up to stretch. The silver, nearly full moon was moving ever so slowly just over the top edge of the ancient stadium. I took one last look around the moonlit interior of the wonderful and horrible place, and felt an appreciation and a sorrow. Then I turned to go. The cats continued their symphony as I walked through the arches back onto the street and faced a world of zooming Fiats, amusing hotel clerks and anonymous-looking magazine stands.

From the liner notes of his album Ashes and Light (1984)

Countdown: Day 8


Probably one of our most highly-anticipated destinations are the Cinque Terre (lit. "five lands") in Italy. These five towns which line the rugged northwestern coast of Italy are joined by a walking path -- no cars allowed. The northernmost of these towns is called Monterosso. This is where we are hoping to meet up with some other friends on our first day in the area.

Ten more sleeps...


Thanks for tuning in to another episode on our FABulous blog. Thought we'd continue with the theme of 'places we're looking forward to seeing'. Tonight's feature is artist Elaine Lisle's rendering of an amazing little neighborhood in Paris known as Rue Cler. There are open-air markets of every variety, boulangeries (bakeries) with the smell of fresh croissants wafting through the air, wine and cheese shops, and of course, cafes. The cafe in this picture is called Cafe du Monde. My colleague Tony and I sat on that very corner many times while we visited there last summer. Can't wait to sit there with Terri, Pam & Chad in a couple of weeks.

13 sleeps and counting...

Yeah, we know that there are only about 2 other people reading this thing so far, so we don't feel bad that this is one of the least exciting posts you hardcore bloggers have ever seen...ever. Here's one of the first places we're looking forward to visiting in London: the half-price London theatre ticket booth in Leicester Square.



There, you just learned two somewhat paradoxical things about us at once: we're Mennonites (*half-price*) but we actually love the arts enough to spend money on them (theatre tickets). There, wasn't that fun?

Only 15 sleeps to go...

Inspired by the (mostly travel-related) blogs of various friends, we have decided to create our own blog dedicated to our upcoming trip to Europe in celebration of our tenth anniversary. As you can see, we're counting down the days! We are VERY excited and grateful to be travelling with our good friends Pam & Chad for the first two-and-a-half weeks. They are also celebrating their 10th anniversary this year, and will very likely be posting stuff here from time to time. Thanks for stopping by. Feel free to comment if you want. We like comments.