Thursday, August 19, 2010

Fantasy Football Draft in Caracas?

   Made it in safely and mostly uneventfully—if you don't count almost missing my connection in Miami because the Jetway on my arriving flight broke...
Caracas' airport is located right on the ocean, while the city is inland on the other side of a mountain range.  As we headed up and over we came to a massive traffic jam, which turned out to be caused by a tropical downpour on the Caracas side of the mountain.   We came out of the tunnel on that side to apparently not unusual minor flash flooding, at one point driving through one with water splashing up the window of the car on my side!  Unfortunately my camera was in the trunk--it would have been a wild picture.  It took about 2 hours to make it to Rick and Kathrin's apartment—and we get to make the trip back at 5 AM tomorrow to fly to the jungle.  Right now I am sitting in the apartment of another embassy staffer with a total of 10 folks including Marines who are drafting for the Embassy fantasy football league.  I am discovering my knowledge of current NFL players is woefully inadequate for this pastime.  
   I can't take my computer—or much else—on the trip this weekend—so I wanted to post my safe arrival.  Weather will still determine what we see over the next couple of days, but what seemed like a longshot opportunity a few weeks ago has come a lot closer, so I am still hoping.
   The embassy here is on a hill overlooking the city, and most of the Americans who work here are also high up.  Below is a picture from the apartment where we are right now.  I'm sure there will be daylight views in a few days.  One of the adjustments to the tropics is that there is day and night and very little twilight in-between.  Dawn and dusk are a function of higher latitudes.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I'm stoked, but...

Well, it looks like I’ll get a shot at the falls—if the weather permits. I may only see clouds. I had that happen with Mt. McKinley, which I never saw in 6 weeks in Alaska as a boy, and thought when I went back 2 years ago I would miss it again, only to have it pop through the clouds on my last day. I hope it will happen again. I started my malaria meds yesterday (a couple days late, as I originally thought I would be going to the falls next Tuesday, now it is Friday and Saturday) and one of the side effects, insomnia, seemed very present. Since I have problems with that anyway, maybe it is just excitement.
Today I have to go get some supplies for my hosts—cheddar cheese and shampoo. I’m also charging my 5 lb. CPAP back-up battery. It may finally get some use.
In a spirit of optimism and of an Ebenezer, here is a pic of Mt. McKinley as it comes out of the clouds. I hope in a few days to have another one of Angel Falls like in the post below!

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Preparations

The last few days have been all about preparing... preparing to preach today (combining the things I have been doing on this sabbatical with Matt. 7:1-12). In trying to cover too much I found myself having to leave some things out, then second-guessing the things I didn’t say. It will probably get posted sometime this week here. I’ve also been preparing for my next trip... Thursday I fly to Venezuela. I’m visiting Rick Yoneoka, a student-leader in the Tufts fellowship from 20 years ago who now is a US diplomat. This will be the 4th country I’ve visited him in... I’m a little nervous, because it closer to the equator than my sweat-glands like. The sun is strong enough that long sleeves and hats are encouraged, and Venezuelans generally don’t wear shorts either. I’ve had to top up my immunizations, and on the possibility I might be out in the jungle I have to start taking anti-malaria meds as well.
Why might I be in the jungle? Well, I would really like to see Angel Falls. It is something on my life-list (put there before seeing all the Vermeers in the world) and watching the movie Up which features it (though it is called “Paradise Falls”) reinforced that desire. The problem is that to see it from the ground requires flying in a small plane, than traveling in a canoe-like boat, than hiking. And August is the rainiest and cloudiest month of the year there, so you have no guarantees it can be seen. There is also nowhere to plug in my cpap machine in a hammock in the jungle. So there are some significant hurdles—but when will I be in Venezuela again?
   Here is a link to the preview of Up—the beginning shows their waterfall which is based on Angel Falls...When the video starts you will need to click on it to see the whole picture.  Then there is an actual video.  Without scale it is not as impressive--it is over 3,000 feet high!  (Niagara is only 167 feet). The clouds in the middle of the picture are real clouds, over a thousand feet in the air.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Greatly Awakened TUESDAY, JULY 27

   So, I am on my way back to Boston... I'll get back about 8:30 pm, not bad since my flight leaves at 6 pm.  I spent a good part of yesterday (Monday July 26) at the British Library.  In addition to the normal incredible displays (the Magna Carta, a page in Shakespeare's handwriting, the Codex Sinaiticus and Codex Alexandrinus, lots of other great stuff) they were having a special exhibit of old maps, especially maps as artwork.  As you can figure, I just eat that stuff up...
    In the afternoon I set out for Clapham on another mini-pilgrimage in pursuit of one of my heroes of the faith.  During the Great Awakening one of the things that happened was the awakening of a desire in the evangelized members of the British upper classes to see an increase of justice and righteousness in their culture.  A group of them gathered around Holy Trinity Church  Clapham Common in the village of Clapham (now a part of urban London).  Their most famous member was William Wilberforce (subject of the movie Amazing Grace) and though they are best known for working to end slavery in the British Empire, they also played a role in ending some of the worst abuses in child labor and prisons and other areas.
   When I found the church the stone plaque on the outside was damaged, and I wondered if the neighborhood was now so bad that people were shooting at it.  Later I had a tour from the church sexton and he explained that a bomb exploded next to the church during the London Blitz of 1940 and the damage had been left as a reminder of that terrible time.  One of the windows that was blown out was replaced with one honoring Wilberforce as well.

   This morning I took my suitcase and backpack and before heading to the airport went looking for John Wesley's (founder of Methodism and one of the 3 main leaders of the Great Awakening) house and chapel, which was about a mile from my dorm lodgings.  While walking down a main street I noticed a street market down one of the side streets, and detoured to check it out.  After having walked off my intended route I then turned to see if I could just cut directly toward my destination walking parallel to my original route.  The street I was on ended at a stone-and-wrought-iron fence, and passing through a gateway I found myself in an old graveyard.  As I started looking around I discovered I was in the old Bunhill Fields, a cemetery that had its origins in the hauling of bones from the then full St. Paul's charnel house in 1549 that created a high point on what were then open fields outside the city (a Bone-hill).  And I also spotted some very well-known names on some of the tombs:  Daniel Defoe, author of Robinson Crusoe; poet William Blake; John Bunyon, who wrote Pilgrim's Progress; and Isaac Watts, prolific hymnwriter whose works include Joy to the World, Oh God Our Help in Ages Past, and When I Survey the Wondrous Cross.  This was definitely one of the surprises I had hoped God would give me on my travels!
   Continuing on out of the graveyard I came to John Wesley's home and chapel—and also grave.  Once again I got a personal tour; I think the number of folks who come into these historic  but unspectacular churches is low enough that the staff are delighted to share them.  There was also a sense of symmetry—my friend Rob John is pastor of Old South Church in Newburyport, MA where Wesley's counterpart in the Great Awakening, George Whitfield, preached and is buried.  Rob gave me and MIT GCF student leaders a similar tour last August.
  Below:  Bunyan's tomb, Wesley's pulpit and house.



Canterbury Tales SUNDAY, JULY 25

    I was a little hamstrung this morning by both lack of internet access and the fact that all the local Underground lines were shut down for construction.  So I wanted to go to church at All Souls Langham Place (the church that John Stott was rector of for many years, sort of the Park Street Church of London—or First Pres. Berkeley or University Pres. Seattle for you West Coasters) but getting directions around the subway shutdown without internet took too long.  Ironically, when I finally figured it out it was fairly simple, as I was not too far away—but I didn't know it until too late.  So instead I put on my Chaucer imitation and headed to Canterbury for Evensong.  I arrived a little late (with the Underground out it took an hour-and-a-half to get to the train station, and then more than an hour on the train) so I could not sit in the choir, but even in the nave the music was incredible.
   I realize I need to explain a bit about Medieval church architecture here.  Cathedrals and other large churches were always based on the shape of a cross, with long piece running east-west, and the high altar at the east end (toward Jerusalem, the sunrise, etc).  The two side arms, called 'transcepts' were often separate chapels, and there were also other chapels opening off the long axis dedicated to either saints or donors or local ruling families.  At some point on the long axis there would be a barrier or screen, usually a highly ornamented and sculptured wall about 10 feet high.  This blocked access and sight to the altar and under the Medieval form of Catholicism only priests, deacons, acolytes, and choir were allowed past.  The part of the cathedral corresponding to the top part of a cross was usually divided into the 'choir' and the 'sanctuary', the choir was originally the stall or seats for clergy, but since that included singers, the name became associated with them as well.  The part of the building where ordinary people could come, usually part or all of the lower piece of the cross, was called the 'nave'.

   In many Protestant traditions the screens have been torn down, so there is no barrier between the congregation and altar.  Some remove the altar, using only a Communion table, but will put up a railing symbolizing the fact that Communion is not open to everyone, but just to baptized believers.  In Anglican cathedrals like Canterbury the screen is still there, but ordinary worshippers are permitted past it—and in these days of low attendance often the whole congregation can fit on the east side of the screen.  In the case of this service, though, you could not pass if you were late because you would have to go down the middle of the service.
   The thing about cathedrals, though, is they generally have amazing acoustics, and the screen does not block the sound—so although I could not see what was happening, I could listen to the glorious music, from organ, choir, and congregation.  After the service I took some video of the cathedral, walking up and through the screen, then set it to a few seconds of the choir and the organ at the beginning of a hymn:





   After the service I wondered around the cathedral and grounds.  Especially eye-opening are all the decorated graves and shrines to kings and former archbishops.  Regretfully, the most famous of these is long gone, destroyed by Henry VIII when he pulled the Church of England out of the Roman Catholic Church.  It was the shrine of St. Thomas Becket, which the pilgrims of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales were making their pilgrimage to.

   This is a story I've been fascinated with since reading (it was an assignment) Jean Anouilh's play Becket as a high school student and young Christian.  Becket is the man who will do anything for his king (Henry II), whether it is partying with him, chasing women, or helping him defy the demands of the church.  In the play Becket tells a sleeping Henry that he can do this because he has no honor, or at least has not found it.  The first act concludes with him asking the question "Where is Becket's honor?"
   Then Henry gets a chance to nominate the Archbishop of Canterbury.  He thinks it a stroke of genius to choose his friend (even though he is not even a priest), since that should end all his problems with the church.  Becket tries to talk him out of it, but Henry persists,  only to be confounded when Becket leads the church into even stronger opposition.  He asks his old friend why and how this could be:

Becket:  It's simply that I felt myself entrusted with something for the first time, in that empty cathedral somewhere in France, where you ordered me to take up this burden.  I was a man without honor.  And suddenly I had one:  the one that I would never have imagined could become mine—the honor of God.  An incomprehensible and fragile honor, like a persecuted child king...
Henry:  Have you begun to love God?
Becket: (Pauses, then gently)  I've begun to love the honor of God.


   It is a fascinating story, and the play was made into a pretty good movie (rent it!) as well.  (TS Elliot wrote another play from this called Murder in the Cathedral that looks at the faith issues more closely)  But Anoulh raises a big question—whose honor do I care about?  Is honor a concept we no longer worry about at all?
   Anyway, Henry II utters his famous line in front of some of his knights:  "Will no one rid me of this meddlesome priest?" and four of them travel to Canterbury and kill Thomas as he is praying on the steps of the altar.  As a consequence of this martyrdom the pope makes Becket a saint and Henry II is forced to undergo penance (he is whipped!) at the shrine, which became one of the main destinations for pilgrims all over Europe.  Upon pulling the English Church away from Rome Henry VIII took revenge for his ancestor's humiliation and destroyed the shrine and even the bones.

   Here is one of the existing tombs in the cathedral—this one of an archbishop.  Click on the second picture so you can read the sign...

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Parting Shots... SATURDAY, JULY 24

   *Sigh* All good things must come to an end, at least in this world—although as my favorite C.S. Lewis book, The Great Divorce postulates, things are going to be different...  After a last big English breakfast this morning we packed and started our good-byes.  I made some new friends this week, and hope to keep those friendships up.  One of the pastors participating for the second time is actually the husband of an old friend who was on staff at my home church in California, so it is likely I will be able to connect with him on visits to my family back there.  The others will take more deliberate effort.
   Chris and Cynthia (the couple whose marriage I performed at the beginning of my sabbatical) came down from Cambridge this afternoon and were able to tour the Kilns, then we spent the afternoon walking around Oxford and rode the train into London together.  They headed back up to Cambridge, where Chris is in a summer program, and I headed to my spartan lodging in the dorms of the City University of London.  The rooms are basic and the shared bathrooms really basic, but they are clean and extremely inexpensive.  No internet, so my postings will be delayed even longer...
  Here are some last photos from the Kilns and Oxford that did not make it in...
  Above is one of the Narnia windows in Lewis' local parish church.  The first below is one of out pub meals; standing at the back in the white shirt is Chesterton scholar Aidan Mackey.  Clockwise from him is Kim Gilnett (CS Lewis Foundation's expert on Lewis and Oxford), one of the neighbors from Lewis Close,  Janice Thompson (puppeteer), Nancy Baker (retired schoolteacher), Rev. Eleanor Kraner, Dr. Den Conneen (emergency room doctor), Rev. Len Tang, and John Allums (lawyer working for ICE).
Next is of the building at Magdalen where Lewis' rooms were—on the 2nd floor in the middle of the picture, just above the ivy.  Below that is a doorway at Magdalen, with the shield of the college on the left and the red rose of the House of Lancaster on the right (the college was founded during the Wars of the Roses, when Lancaster was in power).  Next is more deer at Magdalen; then the statue of Aslan in the living room of the Kilns.  The plaque in my room at the Kilns, then Chris taking a picture of Cynthia in Oxford (note the street name).  Last is me writing at the roll-top desk in my room.  Lewis kept a roll-top at the same spot, although this is not the original...






  

Banquet at the Kilns FRIDAY, JULY 23

   The Wade Center at Wheaton College is an institute founded to study seven authors, four of them members of the Inklings—C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Owen Barfield (Lewis's close friend and solicitor, the Narnia books were originally written for his daughter Lucy), and Charles Williams.  Two of the others were from the previous generation and heavily influenced Lewis and his friends—George MacDonald and G.K. Chesterton.  The last is Dorothy Sayers, who was at Oxford contemporary with the Inklings and a friend of Lewis and others, but, she was a woman... and it was a different time.  It was unthinkable that a lone woman would meet with a group of men in the back room of a pub even for a reading group.
   Now what does this have to do with a banquet at the Kilns?  Well, the Wade Center's highest honor is the Clyde S. Kilby Lifetime Achievement Award.  It is given to those who have had enormous impact on the study of one of the seven authors listed above, and in the 45 years of the Wade Center's history it has only been given to three people—and two of them joined us for the banquet tonight—Walter Hooper and Aidan Mackey.  Aidan, who is the scholar of all things Chesterton, actually joined us for several days this week, so Walter Hooper was the guest of honor at our end-of-the-week celebration.  Much of the night was spent listening to him tell Lewis stories (one of which I videoed if anyone is interested).  Hooper became Lewis' secretary at the very end of his life, when ill health made it difficult to keep up his letter writing and other work.  After Lewis died Hooper stayed on as the literary executor of his estate and much of the credit for Lewis' ongoing popularity is because of his work keeping the titles in print.  The C.S. Lewis Foundation staff did a terrific job of catering the meal (again, I loved the two courses after dessert) and it was a great way to finish the week.  Hooper's insight into Lewis' last, controversial book—A Grief Observed—was particularly fascinating and 180 degrees different from conventional wisdom.  And as we ate and talked and munched and talked and sipped and talked, hanging over the table was the original Eagle and Child sign which Hooper had rescued from the trash pile.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Churchill and Blenheim Palace FRIDAY JULY 23

   Blenheim Palace reminds me a lot of Hearst Castle, on the California coast.  Both are monuments to conspicuous consumption, which dwarf the efforts of most of today's plutocrats.  In today's dollars Hearst Castle cost over 500 million dollars to build and furnish;  Blenheim over 500 million pounds, or 1.5 times as much!  Even more remarkable, more than half the cost of Blenheim was a gift from Queen Anne to the first Duke of Marlborough in gratitude for his victory over the army of Louis XIV at Blenheim in southern Germany in 1704.  In a sense Blenheim Palace and its gardens were the British reprisal to the Versailles of Louis XIV.
   Most of the dukes since the first have struggled to maintain the palace and its associated lifestyle.  One sold over a hundred paintings which would have a current value averaging 1.5 million dollars apiece.  Another, the uncle of the palace's most famous resident, married a Vanderbuilt... he needed her family money and the families of the Guilded Age all longed to marry their daughters to dukes and earls and princes (he was all 3).
   That most famous resident was born in the bed below in 1874, and I was ticked when he lost Time magazines competition for most influential person of the 20th century, finishing second to Albert Einstein.  I'm talking about Winston Churchill, of course.  He was born in the palace and spent much of his childhood there with his grandmother, the duchess of that time.  He continued to love it and upon his death chose to be buried in the local churchyard rather than in Westminster Abbey.  Despite his flaws, I have always been fascinated by his towering impact on modern history (not just WW2) and that is why I was eager to see this place.
   I have to admit I was especially impressed by the library, the second longest non-commercial room in England.  Unrecovering bibliophile that I am I have long harbored the blatantly materialistic desire to have a house with a traditional wood-paneled library.  Even a small one, unlike this one which could have contained the Wright Brothers' first flight...
   Today's Duke doesn't have the money problems of his ancestors—the palace more than pays for itself.  As a World Heritage site it attracts tourists by the busload, and adult admission is almost $30.  Today they had a special deal where admission included a card good for a year.  I'd love to get back since an hour-and-a-half barely started us on the interior, let alone the gardens.  Since I probably won't be back, though, the card makes an attractive souvenir :)  The other picture below is the private chapel by the way... I'd love to show the library but most of the interior is off-limits to photography.

The Inklings FRIDAY, JULY 23

   As I was trying to explain to Mr. Beaver, the Inklings were a group of friends who met regularly for literary purposes.  For many years they met at the Eagle and Child (affectionately called the Bird&Baby because of its sign, the original of which Walter Hooper preserved and which now hangs in the library at the Kilns) but when a remodel did away with their private room near the end of his life Lewis led the group across the street to the Lamb and Flag (where incidentally Thomas Hardy did much of his writing, including Jude the Obscure).  Some of the works that had their first reading at the Bird&Baby were Tolkien's Lord of the Rings and Lewis' Out of the Silent Planet.
   The pub is now the place that most C.S. Lewis lovers visit when in Oxford, and luckily it has decent food, especially pies (not dessert pies).  I sampled several at lunch.  A colleague who works at the international hq of IFES (International Fellowship of Evangelical Students, of which InterVarsity is the US member organization) actually was proposed to here...

More of Middle-Earth FRIDAY, JULY 23

   Today was broken into 3 parts:  The Inklings, Blenheim, and a banquet.  So I'm also posting in several pieces.  The picture above is the house that JRR Tolkien lived in while writing The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings trilogy.  I will let his own words explain the picture below...

          "Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that come down to us
          from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which
          amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death
          light that endures.  And of these histories most fair still in the
          ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and LĂșthien." 
                           —JRR Tolkien, The Silmarillion Chapter 19


Thursday, August 5, 2010

Peter Pan played Cricket and CS Lewis punted... THURSDAY JULY 22

   One of the buildings LaGard Smith pointed out to us today was in the village of Stanway—which is still a working manor.  He was showing us the use of staddle stones—these are mushroom-shaped stones that were used as the foundations of buildings to keep rats out.  The rats could not climb around the cap of the stone (wonder if this would work on government buildings?)  This particular building was the pavilion on the manor's Cricket pitch, and I was surprised to discover when I googled Stanway tonight that it was a gift from J.M. Barrie [author of Peter Pan], a Cricket-playing guest at the manor in the 1920's.  It is unusual to see these staddle stones holding up a building these days—most of them have become expensive garden ornaments for Cotswold cottages.
   Those of you who are fans Tolkien and a penchant for trivia (like me) might remember that a village in Bree was named Staddle... as we drove home through the quaintly named villages of the Cotswalds I could not help but notice that several of them bore a resemblance to place names in Tolkien's Shire and Bree—and I have to think that this is the countryside that inspired his description of those hobbit lands.  Some of those colorful Cotswold village names we passed included Buckland (where LaGard lives), Chipping Camden and Chipping Norton, Bourton-on-the-Water, Moreton-in-Marsh, Shipston-on-Stour, Wotton-under-Edge, and my favorite, Stow-on-the-Wold.
   When we returned to the Kilns, I took advantage of the remaining daylight to do some exploring in the CS Lewis Nature Preserve that contains the majority of what was the Kilns property.  As you can tell from the old picture I posted earlier this week, the largest pond there once dominated the view from the house, and Lewis used to go punting on it.  His old punt, no longer pondworthy, still sits in the yard.  The pond which was in the open when Lewis bought the Kilns is now in the forest he planted.  And I suspect that his Narnia landscape was at least partly inspired by his walks through his land and over Shotover Hill.
   To see the staddle stones double-click the picture above. Below is the walking path up Shotover Hill, the pond, and the punt in the front yard of the Kilns.

The Heart of England THURSDAY JULY 22

   We spent the day today in the Cotswolds, a range of hills that runs about 90 miles from north to south just a little west of Oxford.  They are called "The Heart of England", because of their natural beauty and the fact that most of the countryside has remained rural, rustic, and well... quaint.  Most of the buildings are built of the native stone, which is bright yellow-orange when first quarried but over the years fades to a mellow dun color.  And since most of the buildings are at least 75 years old (and some much older) they are all that oddly pleasing hue.  The many small villages—each built around a manor and its farm—have mostly remained outwardly the same.  The many wealthy people who have purchased cottages as second homes have upgraded the interiors, though.  This includes some Americans, but you are more likely to spot British celebrities in the local pubs.  It's a desired honeymoon location as well.
   We were visiting LaGard Smith, Law professor, author, and consultant for the new CS Lewis College that has acquired the old Northfield-Mt. Hermon campus in Massachusetts.  Check out his page at Amazon.com.  Especially note the title on Cotswold meditations...  LaGard took us to lunch at a pub in a nearby village called the Fleece Inn which is over 600 years old--and very little changed.  The room we ate in had a rack displaying a set of pewter—and the display is 300 years old!  Note the 3 circles painted in front of the fireplace in the picture above—they are supposed to prevent witches from coming down the chimney.
   We then wandered from village to village, catching a glimpse of the highest gravity-fed fountain in the world, driving through the midst of lavender fields, and finally ended up back at LaGard's cottage for an incredible 'high tea'.  Lavender scones with whipped honey anyone?
   As you can tell from his book titles, LaGard is an interesting guy—and if you have a million dollars or so that you would like to invest in CS Lewis College he'd probably invite you to come and stay awhile...
The pictures below are the Smiths with part of the High Tea goodies they prepared, and their stone cottage and garden.

Still catching up...

   I know, I've been back a week and I am still not caught up with all the entries I wrote but could not post in England.  But another batch is going up, as I figure what shots I will need for Venezuela, the next stop on my peripatetic sabbatical...  the first one is about the Cotswolds, and the picture above is from one of the lavender farms there.   They even make lavender ice cream!