Buon Giorno Firenze!

The Duomo - Florence, Italy

The adventure to Italy begins. Our morning alarm was set for 3:00 a.m. We mostly slept soundly, but were both awake at 2:45 a.m. rarin’ to go. We breezed through TSA as “Pre-Check” travelers into Sky Harbor's terminal three. We were among the first to arrive for the 6:00 a.m. flight to New York City’s JFK. After a three and a half hour layover in New York, our journey continued to Paris where we landed at 7:00 a.m. local time.

Our seats on the plane to Paris were in the last row of the economy section. This put us next to the restrooms, a good thing, but we were dismayed to discover that our seats did not recline. Sleep eluded us during the flight, but we did watch a couple of good movies: Hidden Figures and La La Land. I won’t describe or critique these here, but Christine and I both considered them worthy viewing.

Our trans-Atlantic view

Because we were seated in the middle section there was no way to see out the windows. Our only view for the entire flight was the interior of the plane. Fortunately, the seat-back video monitors worked well and the audio was fantastic due to the inexpensive ears buds I bought at Walmart.

Two meals were served on this flight. Dinner came about two hours in and then breakfast about two hours before landing. The food was tasty and filling.

When we landed in Paris it was the next day – Friday. We went through Customs/Passport Control (now we have a French stamp in our US passport) and then navigated to our gate for Florence, switching from Delta Airlines to its French partner, Air France. We found the gate and then went for a walk around the terminal to stretch our legs after the long trans-Atlantic crossing. We were both a little fuzzy in our thinking as we were approaching the mile stone of no sleep for twenty-four hours.

The  ninety-minute flight from Paris to Florence traveled over the French and Italian Alps. This plane was smaller than the Boeing 777 and this time we could see out the window. There were clouds hugging the mountains, with their peaks jutting up through the cover. The scene was breathtaking in the early morning light.

The Florence Airport terminal

Twenty minutes before landing the pilot came on with the usual pre-landing instructions and added that the Florence runway was shorter than most so a quick stop was required. "OK," I thought, "Thank you for telling us." We put our stuff away and made certain our seat belts were secure. We touched down and I believe it was the hardest landing I have experienced. The wheels touched the pavement and the engines were thrust into full reverse. What a jolt and racket! It was also the quickest airplane stop I have experienced. I reminded myself, “He warned us.” We touched down in Italy at about noon local time.

Since we carried-on our luggage, we did not have to go to baggage claim. We proceeded directly to the exit. We had no items to declare, so we went out into the lobby without any further passport checks. We had arranged a car and driver to meet us and take us to the hotel. They were to be holding a sign with our name. There were several drivers there, but no one with a sign for us. We called the local agency responsible and they called the driver who materialized, it seems, from thin air. He was apologetic, but it all worked out fine. Fortunately, we had purchased an international calling plan for one of our iPhones before leaving the US. The ability to call from our mobile phone – just like being at home – was a great help.

The drive from the airport to our hotel was nothing short of wild. Vehicles were weaving in and out, lanes merging suddenly. It looked like utter chaos. Lane lines appeared to be mere suggestion. There was a little bit of horn tooting, but mostly the traffic moved right along. Our driver took it all in stride. Welcome to Italy!

The lovely Christine in front of our hotel

After about twenty-six hours of travel we were delivered to the front desk of the beautiful Santa Maria Novella Hotel in Florence, Italy. It was a sunny, warm, and humid afternoon. Our room would not be ready until 2:00 p.m. The concierge said they would hold our bags for us until then, so off we went to explore Florence on foot - our first time in Europe on our own. With thanks to our friends the Berscheids and the Shoops for sharing their Italy travel insights and books with us, I had a good general idea of how to navigate through the historic part of the city.

Italian security forces in the

Florence train terminal 

This was Friday afternoon and happened to be the next to last day of Florence Fashion Week. There were shoulder-to-shoulder crowds everywhere: fashion designers, buyers, models, photographers, limousines and chauffeurs - also Policia, Carabinieri, and Army soldiers in battle gear on nearly every corner. The pace was frenetic.

After taking in the sights and smells, we found a set of stairs on a piazza in the shade to eat the goodies we had gleaned on our flights. Then it was time to find our way back to the hotel, get our room, and take a nap - we were exhausted. Three hours later our bodies and spirits were revived so we headed out again to engage in what would become our daily ritual - the enjoyment of gelato.

Gelato!

The historic Ponte Vecchio Bridge

We had a fantastic start to our Italy adventure. Once we caught our breath, we'd be ready to explore in depth.

DC Part Two

Tuesday, June 6


We did not have breakfast before heading out this day, so at mid-morning we bought sandwiches and water at a stand and found an outdoor picnic table in the shade – the only shaded table available. As we started eating I noticed a older-aged couple also looking for a place to sit in the shade, so I motioned for them to come join us. It turned out that they were visiting from Holland, had an American friend of 40 years with whom they were staying in McLean VA, and because of that friendship had visited D.C. many times throughout the years.

Years ago, the Hollander was serving in the Dutch Airforce when he met an American Army officer at a NATO meeting in Brussels. That was the beginning of a lifelong friendship. The Dutchman served in the Airforce for 15 years, and then became mayor of two different towns for the rest of his career. He is now retired. We had a lovely half hour talking with them. Then it was time to say goodbye and for us to get to our next museum.

We spent the rest of the day at the National Museum of American History. The main exhibit was titled “The Price of Freedom: Americans at War” which traced American military actions from colonial days to the present. It was an emotionally engaging exhibition of the horrific reality of life-taking in war. And at the same time an excellent display of actual weapons, maps, drawings. Several times I was moved to tears as I pondered how God’s creation has turned on itself in violent acts of death and destruction.


Coming to the end of this day's adventure, we needed something to eat. We found a food court not far from the hotel and stopped there for a dinner meal. We got slightly turned around in our directions and got momentarily lost, only to discover we were two short blocks from our accommodations.

Wednesday, June 7


We arrived at the US Holocaust Museum by 9:15 a.m. to get in line for same-day tickets. The line was long, but we made it for the 10:30 entry time. We attended a first-person presentation of a Holocaust survivor. She was only 5 years old when her affluent Jewish family bought their way out of Germany to purchase and run a farm in Kenya, a British protectorate in Africa. They did experience a considerable amount of religious/ethnic prejudice and were considered enemy aliens by the Brits (which placed them under a kind of house arrest). Though most of her relatives were murdered by the Nazis, she lived a relatively happy childhood in Africa. After the war, she and the immediate family ultimately immigrated to the United States.

As with the Holocaust Museum in Jerusalem that we had the privilege to visit in the summer of 1996, the US version reinforced the horrific cruelty produced by a social Darwinist philosophy that justified genocide based on ethnicity, culture, and religion. I was moved to tears more than once as I viewed the photos and videos of the death and suffering perpetrated by the Nazi bullies and thugs. The Allied Forces of WWII were truly engaged in a “just” war if there can be such a thing.

Yet, it was still war – killing to stop killing. Oh, how this tribalism must grieve the heart of God.

Next post: Adventures in Italy.

High Ideals

Our days in Washignton D.C. were marvelous. We merely scratched the surface of finding and exploring the monuments, memorials, statues, museums, displays, reinactments, public forums, concerts, theatre, eateries, and all else that makes up this magnificent capitol city.

We arrived at our hotel around 8:30 p.m. It was located about two blocks south of the Mall and about halfway between the Washington Monument and the Capitol Building. After getting setup in our room, we got a bite to eat at the hotel cafe and then returned to our room for a good night's sleep before we started the many hours of walking for the week.

As we ventured out in the morning, we were almost shocked to see the Captiol Building right there before our eyes, gleaming in the morning sun. There it was. We hurried over to walk around this gorgeous building and grounds. It was mid-morning, so there already many large groups of just graduated 8th graders having their picture taken on the Capitol steps. Everyone seemed generally well behaved.

What I had not realized before actually being there is that the rear of the Captiol faces the long stretch of the Mall, that the building's front is on the other side. Across from the Capitol is the Supreme Court Building with it's iconic statement "Justice for all under law," an ideal whose realization is a work in progress. Next door is the Library of Congress Building. A dignified exterior.

On our way back to the Mall I am pretty certain I caught a climpse of former Secretary of State Madeline Albright exiting the Senate side of the Capitol with an aid at her side. Cool.

Well, I won't give you a minute by minute account of our wanderings in "the District." The highlight of our explorations are these: the Holocaust Museum; the National Art Gallery; the Lincoln Memorial; the WWII Memorial; the Viet Nam War Memorial; the FDR Memorial; the Air and Space Museum.

I will say this about the Holocaust Museum that the reminders of the horrors and murder by the Nazi regime against the Jews and all the other groups of people made me weep. I can only imagine that it breaks the heart of God the Creator to see his creation destroying itself with hate and violence. May I have the courage and strength to stand against such injustice if called upon.

I left Washington D.C. with renewed gratitude that I have the privilege to have been born in this great land. That the architects of our nation had the intelligence, historical insight, and courage to fashion a governance ruled by law and not by lineage. America is not perfect, never will be, but we truly do have the hope of pursuing high ideals.

Step One: The Two W's

Yes, two W's - Wichita and Washington D.C. My last Sunday of Palm West responsibilities was the 6:00 p.m."modern" worship gathering on May 28. The next afternoon we boarded the Allegiant Airlines direct flight to Wichita, Kansas for four days of fun and frolic with our daughter and her family. The weather was gorgeous, our son-in-law's gourmet cooking was delicious, and the two granddaughters, ages 8 and 6, were an absolute delight.

They are growing and maturing so quickly, so we try to visit as often as we can. Fortunately, Allegiant's no-frills fares makes it easier to fly out to the "Air Capitol of the World."

Our return flight to the "Valley of the Sun" departed Wichita Dwight D. Eisenhower National Airport a little before 10:00 p.m. CDT on Friday. The flight took a little over two hours which put us back on the ground at a little after 10:00 p.m. Arizona time - there's a two-hour difference so on the return flight we land at almost the same time we take off. [Side note:I use "Arizona Time" rather than Mountain Time because in our part of the state we do not observe Daylight Saving Time. I think of our time zone as being on California Time during daylight saving or Colorado time the rest of the year.] Then we had an hour's drive home. All this to say that we finally got to bed at the equivalent of about 1:00 a.m. Wichita time. We were beat.

Saturday was spent washing clothes and repacking for Monday's flight to Washington D.C. Christine practiced the organ for her Sunday responsibilities and we just chilled the rest of the day.

On Sunday - Pentecost Sunday, Christine played at the Congregational Church and I attended a small Methodist congregation where our long-time friends the Vogts were leading the music for their last time before moving to Alabama. They did a wonderful job leading us in singing and directing a small but disciplined choir. The congregation was warm and welcoming. It is a multi-generational congregation so there was a children's message. A man from the congregation gave a moving testimony about the Holy Spirit giving him courage to be a witness for Christ. The pastor delivered a biblically solid message in a clear and approachable style. I was refreshed to merely be a worshiper and not a lead worshiper.

Monday began the great adventure of visiting the first of our "bucket-list" cities: Washington D.C. Here is a picture to prove that we were there. My next post will give the details about our trip to our nation's Capitol and the impression it made on me.

Rest, Refresh, Regroup

Greetings All!

It's been too long since I last wrote. I am so happy to be back.

The occasion that initiates my return to Searching for Sanctuary is a two-month sabbatical leave so generously provided by my congregation, Palm West Community Church of Sun City West, Arizona. The congregation and its leaders place a high value on keeping their pastors spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically healthy. So at the conclusion of each five-year period of full-time pastoral service, a sabbatical leave is granted and encouraged. My senior pastor and colleague, Bruce Schipul, gave me persistent encouragement to "go for it." Thank you, Bruce. 

I was actually supposed to take this leave last year, but was not ready to take advantage of this rich opportunity. In the summer of 2016 (when I was supposed to have been on sabbatical, Christine and I went to Poland for a week with the Arizona Sacred Chorale, led by Dr. Tom Bookhout and hosted by Next Generation Mission. The 26 singers and Christine as piano and organ accompanist performed sacred choral works in mostly medieval churches and cathedrals in the southwest region of Poland. It was a wonderful experience and also our first time traveling to Europe. But enough of that for now. Maybe I'll post a report of that experience later.

So now I am beginning my seventh year at Palm West - I started in May of 2011. Christine and I have been planning for the past six months to make two "bucket list" journeys together and for me to formalize, edit, and create new calls to worship - of the type included in my previous blogs.

Our two "bucket list" destinations? Washington D.C. and Italy, specifically Florence and Rome. Why D.C. (or "the District" I've read the locals prefer)? First, to view firsthand the seat of American political power; Second, to enjoy the many museums scattered throughout the city; Third, to experience the various war memorials; Finally, to capture a sense of American history resident in this grand showcase of these United States.

And then on to Italy! Four days in Florence, the birthplace of the Renaissance, and three days in Rome, the birthplace of Western civilization! And the city of great art and architecture, and ancient ruins, and the frescoes of Michelangelo in the Sistine Chapel - and the seedbed of the Protestant Reformation. 

I know, I know, Martin Luther, the great reformer was from Germany not Italy. You are correct. But had it not been for the excesses and abuses of the late medieval Latin church which he sought to bring under obedience to the word of God, we would not have the American Protestantism we know today.

OK, so this is our grand adventure for the summer. My desire is to write a weekly report for you here at Searching for Sanctuary. Who knows, some picture might even be included.

Ciao! for now.

A Confession of Grace

I believe in God –
the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit - who bestows on all His creation that which is good and loving.

I believe in God’s grace:
His unmerited favor
showered upon all
who call on the name of Jesus.

I confess the hurt I have caused and the harm of my neglect.
I have turned a deaf ear to Your word and have hardened my heart to my neighbor.
I believe that only by Your grace have I received forgiveness
in Christ.

By Your grace I am redeemed
By Your grace I am restored
By Your grace I am revived.

A Call to Worship - Because of the Nails

To this gathering for worship
All are welcome

To the saint and sinner – welcome
To the confident and confused – welcome
To the bruised and the broken - welcome
To the believer and the doubter – welcome
To the sweet and, yes even, the sour – welcome

You are not here today by accident
God wanted you present in this place and at this time
so here you are

This is a gathering of God’s family
Birthed not because of age or economic status or skin color or politics
but formed by the hammering of nails on a wooden cross.

Come let us worship and bow down
Let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker