Catching up on blogging soon...
Please pray with us-
-For a good day of rest and preparation today.
-For Miwaza who sprained her ankle!
-For health and energy as more people come down with colds and lose their voices. Especially for David who is sick and missing out on the castle today.
-Praise for a good concert last night and energy and audience for Friday and Saturday concerts.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Day Nine
Today started off well with Pastor Vanderveen's worldly possessions being creatively locked in his private chambers. Because of our keyless state, we held devotions in the hallway where we resorted to jumping jacks to keep the very sensitive, energy-conserving lights alerted to our presence.
We trudged out onto the sidewalk and down to the dock, where we climbed onto a pirate ship of sorts with highly advanced steering and propelling qualities. We enjoyed the trip to Westerplatt alternating between being "King of the World" on the prow and hulking under the wind and rain cover with comforting hot chocolate, tea, and coffee. Hot weather seems to be an every other day occurrence for us. Sadly, the more unfortunate individuals of our party weren't able to finish their beverage in time before disembarkation...
We wandered over Westerplatte's bunkers, towers, plaques, and memorials. I believe getting the story of the men there gave us a better feeling for the entire spirit of Poland. Between history lessons and exploration we busied ourselves with rose-hip wars and fruitless searching for necessarily facilities.
We all waited for the ship lined along the dock, dangling our toes, and snacking on Julia and Tanaya's trail-mix. The ride back was glorious. We wanted to commander the vessel to take it the open sea where all the delicious wind was, but we had to be contented with several of our team being able to take turns at the ship's wheel. The shipmaster was indulgent in our Polish Pirate imitations. We were able to talk to the ship's tour-guide about our presence in Poland and had a good conversation.
When we got back we sang in the Old Town and handed out fliers before returning to the cringing Subway for lunch. In-between two more rounds of singing and handing out invitations we had two mad dashes to the mall, a laundry extravaganza, and other church, shop, and riverside sightseeing..We made the trek back to the catering place for dinner and then the hostel to fancy up for the evening's concert.
Our concert was at 8pm in the main street of Old Town. We had a competent sound system and God very graciously only teased us with a few sprinkles. Pastor Vanderveen proclaimed the Gospel between two sections of songs. Our voices sounded a bit tired, but we are working better together. We had several people who sat through the entire concert and many people stop for several minutes and take literature. The concert was very encouraging. We pray it bears fruit!
By the time we clambered back up the stairs to our hostel, most of us were pretty beat. Several rounds of Poker and Dutch Blitz brought us back to life in time to be very noisy before crawling into our neglected beds.
God gave us a magnificent day!
Note: I do have some pictures of awesome things I've been taking, but I'm currently running into techniquel difficulties... Keep checking Facebook and Evangelos!
Day Eight
We crawled out of our new, comfortable accommodations Tuesday morning to meet for devotions in the adjoining building. After praying together we had a mad scramble for last minute changes and headed out together to Gdansk Old Town. We met Pastor Pawel, Mariusz, and Ewa and began to sing and hand out concert invitations.
Between half-hour bouts of singing, we made a trip to St. Mary's Church where the ambitious climbed the 400 terrifying stairs to the tower roof. It was well worth the sweat and tears...except for Joe who sat in the dark below the final staircase. The view was amazing from all sides and gave us a big picture of Gdansk.
St. Mary's is currently under renovation and strewn with beautiful artwork from other churches and cathedrals. Some glorious sites included the Pieta of Gdansk, an astronomical clock, a panel of the Ten Commandments, an awe-inspiring pipe organ, and Memling's 13th century Last Judgement. So many old, beautiful pieces of art still waiting for restoration.
We mobbed Subway for lunch and then made the short walk back to where Pastor Pawel had remained to pass out information. We sang again and then Pastor Pawel talked while painting on a sketch board. He attracted a good-sized crowd, many of which stayed the entire talk and into the next round of singing.
At 4pm, we rushed to dinner at a catering restaurant and then returned to the hostel to change into concert clothes. Between walking and trams we made it to La Fontaine for our first concert in Gdansk. There was a respectable audience and Mr. Unger presented the Gospel with Pastor Bubu translating. After the concert we were able to have some very good conversations with several German ladies, a Roman Catholic couple, and several others. La Fontaine had also put out some wonderful refreshments and everyone was revitalized with coffee and sugar.
We made the trek home where we continued in our tradition of whacking our heads on signs, concrete, trees, or whatever else comes to hand. Some of us retreated to our boudoirs to nurse our sunburns or fall unconscious in exhaustion, while others went back out on the town to create a general ruckus and have an amazing time.
We continue to be awed by the fickleness of the weather and the impressive size of Gdansk's bees.
We are so thankful for a glorious day of sun and good conversations.
Please pray with us-
-That we would continue to have good weather.
-That God would bless our conversations.
-That we would have energy to do all things well!
Between half-hour bouts of singing, we made a trip to St. Mary's Church where the ambitious climbed the 400 terrifying stairs to the tower roof. It was well worth the sweat and tears...except for Joe who sat in the dark below the final staircase. The view was amazing from all sides and gave us a big picture of Gdansk.
St. Mary's is currently under renovation and strewn with beautiful artwork from other churches and cathedrals. Some glorious sites included the Pieta of Gdansk, an astronomical clock, a panel of the Ten Commandments, an awe-inspiring pipe organ, and Memling's 13th century Last Judgement. So many old, beautiful pieces of art still waiting for restoration.
We mobbed Subway for lunch and then made the short walk back to where Pastor Pawel had remained to pass out information. We sang again and then Pastor Pawel talked while painting on a sketch board. He attracted a good-sized crowd, many of which stayed the entire talk and into the next round of singing.
At 4pm, we rushed to dinner at a catering restaurant and then returned to the hostel to change into concert clothes. Between walking and trams we made it to La Fontaine for our first concert in Gdansk. There was a respectable audience and Mr. Unger presented the Gospel with Pastor Bubu translating. After the concert we were able to have some very good conversations with several German ladies, a Roman Catholic couple, and several others. La Fontaine had also put out some wonderful refreshments and everyone was revitalized with coffee and sugar.
We made the trek home where we continued in our tradition of whacking our heads on signs, concrete, trees, or whatever else comes to hand. Some of us retreated to our boudoirs to nurse our sunburns or fall unconscious in exhaustion, while others went back out on the town to create a general ruckus and have an amazing time.
We continue to be awed by the fickleness of the weather and the impressive size of Gdansk's bees.
We are so thankful for a glorious day of sun and good conversations.
Please pray with us-
-That we would continue to have good weather.
-That God would bless our conversations.
-That we would have energy to do all things well!
Monday, July 4, 2011
Day Seven - Arrival in Gdansk
We gave a fond farewell to beautiful Poznan this morning and hauled our excessive luggage to the tram, where we crammed with stuicases, bags, laptops, purses and unfortunate Poles for two stops before the doors opened and we stumbled out into the street.
After overcoming the challenge of multiple underground staircases, we resorted to a mass breakfast at KFC, which unbeknownst to us, does not serve breakfast foods.
The battle plan for gaining seatage on the full train failed miserably, as girls lacked speed and volience to claim cabins. We all stood about awkwardly in the hallways until we could find passangers gracious enough to share their space. Some found refuge in the baggage area where they ammused themselves with card games, Mad Libs, and breaking rubber bands.
At the Inowroclaw stop, Landon discovered the hostel keys in his pocket. Fail. But apparently he wasn't the only one...
We passed the time by crushing and consuming danishes, snacking on cocoa puffs, playing poker, mafia, and whist. Pastor Vanderveen showed his skills in "Down by the Banks of the Hankity-Panky" and triumphed over a whole cabin of girls.
We arrived at our new, deluxe hostel around 7pm after a arduous walk towing all our worldly possessions. Pastor Pawel and Bubu lead us to Gdansk Old Town, which is beautiful and buzzing with people and music.
We had a much needed dinner at Sphinx where certain supposedly mature persons indulged in a mild food fight. We tried to obtain ice cream, but by the end of dinner the stands were smuggling it away under lock and key. We resorted to standing about panting for internet until we finally made our way back to the hostel and obtained the web password. Miwaza exercised her genius and restored this fickle laptop to worldwide relations. We cannot be thankful enough for her awesomeness on this trip!
We're going to miss Poznan and all the people there, but we're excited about Gdansk and working with Pastor Pawel here.
Please pray with us-
-That God would bless our work here.
-In praise for a beautiful, clean, spacious hostel with acceptable internet.
-Energy and health for all of us.
After overcoming the challenge of multiple underground staircases, we resorted to a mass breakfast at KFC, which unbeknownst to us, does not serve breakfast foods.
The battle plan for gaining seatage on the full train failed miserably, as girls lacked speed and volience to claim cabins. We all stood about awkwardly in the hallways until we could find passangers gracious enough to share their space. Some found refuge in the baggage area where they ammused themselves with card games, Mad Libs, and breaking rubber bands.
At the Inowroclaw stop, Landon discovered the hostel keys in his pocket. Fail. But apparently he wasn't the only one...
We passed the time by crushing and consuming danishes, snacking on cocoa puffs, playing poker, mafia, and whist. Pastor Vanderveen showed his skills in "Down by the Banks of the Hankity-Panky" and triumphed over a whole cabin of girls.
We arrived at our new, deluxe hostel around 7pm after a arduous walk towing all our worldly possessions. Pastor Pawel and Bubu lead us to Gdansk Old Town, which is beautiful and buzzing with people and music.
We had a much needed dinner at Sphinx where certain supposedly mature persons indulged in a mild food fight. We tried to obtain ice cream, but by the end of dinner the stands were smuggling it away under lock and key. We resorted to standing about panting for internet until we finally made our way back to the hostel and obtained the web password. Miwaza exercised her genius and restored this fickle laptop to worldwide relations. We cannot be thankful enough for her awesomeness on this trip!
We're going to miss Poznan and all the people there, but we're excited about Gdansk and working with Pastor Pawel here.
Please pray with us-
-That God would bless our work here.
-In praise for a beautiful, clean, spacious hostel with acceptable internet.
-Energy and health for all of us.
Day Six
Sunday morning we all filed into a comfortable bus for the 20 kl. trip to a quiet farm where we met for worship. We met in the loft of a clean barn with the Poznan Church and other Polish brothers.
Most of the service was spoken in Polish. We joined in worship with their music and Polish hymns accompanied by recorders, voilins, and drums. We were able to sing A Mighty Fortress and the Nicene Creed in both languages. Pastor Phelps preached a sermon on the implications of the Resurrection translated by Pastor Bubu. At the end of the service our choir sang five songs for the congregation.
We enjoyed fellowship with the Polish saints while busy hands prepared lunch. A awed hush fell over the room as a band of strong men brought in three suculent, roast lambs. We decended upon them in ravinous droves. What followed was a joyfull feast and introductions. At one table we were communicating in Japanese, Russian, Polish, and English! What a blessing it is to fellowship with believers who share one common purpose.
Some of us we able to walk the grounds of an impressive mansion. Pastor Bubu took us on a nature walk over the sprawling grounds to see the oldest oak trees in Poland. On the trek back, Sam's head collided with a dead tree and we met an electric, blue beatle named Turtle. Sadly, we had to say good-bye to Ewa, Sarah, David, Philip, Kasia, and Pastor Andrzej. What a blessing they have been. We miss them already.
On the bus, certain persons tried to inhibate our slumber by singing musicals.
We gave one last farewell to Poznan Old Town, before experiencing Pastor Bubu's supurb barbeque skills. We ate, drank, and were merry.
After a day of comparitive relaxation, Otto lead some of the more insane members to an unsuspecting park, where we engaged in frisbee warfare. The Alaskan girls owned the field...while most of us ran around wildly. We came back with no permanent losses, although Russia sported a black eye for her valiant efforts.
We feel so blessed to have spent a week in Poznan. We are excited about the conversations we've had, and how God has seen fit to use our time here. In our last night, Benjamin and Rebekah were accosted by American Mormons who are here spreading a false gospel. How strange to witness to fellow Americans in a foreign land. Rebekah's wisdom and confidence rattled the young woman. Who knows what seeds God is planting.
Special thanks to Rachel M. who is helping get these posts up and sharing her humor and intellect.
Please pray with us-
-In praise for Elise's safe arrival.
-In praise for our time in Poznan.
-For encouragement and blessing for the saints who we leave in the trenches of the ongoing battle for reformation. They are truely an example of determination and strength.
-For safe travel to Gdansk by train.
-That God would bless our work in Gdansk.
Most of the service was spoken in Polish. We joined in worship with their music and Polish hymns accompanied by recorders, voilins, and drums. We were able to sing A Mighty Fortress and the Nicene Creed in both languages. Pastor Phelps preached a sermon on the implications of the Resurrection translated by Pastor Bubu. At the end of the service our choir sang five songs for the congregation.
We enjoyed fellowship with the Polish saints while busy hands prepared lunch. A awed hush fell over the room as a band of strong men brought in three suculent, roast lambs. We decended upon them in ravinous droves. What followed was a joyfull feast and introductions. At one table we were communicating in Japanese, Russian, Polish, and English! What a blessing it is to fellowship with believers who share one common purpose.
Some of us we able to walk the grounds of an impressive mansion. Pastor Bubu took us on a nature walk over the sprawling grounds to see the oldest oak trees in Poland. On the trek back, Sam's head collided with a dead tree and we met an electric, blue beatle named Turtle. Sadly, we had to say good-bye to Ewa, Sarah, David, Philip, Kasia, and Pastor Andrzej. What a blessing they have been. We miss them already.
On the bus, certain persons tried to inhibate our slumber by singing musicals.
We gave one last farewell to Poznan Old Town, before experiencing Pastor Bubu's supurb barbeque skills. We ate, drank, and were merry.
After a day of comparitive relaxation, Otto lead some of the more insane members to an unsuspecting park, where we engaged in frisbee warfare. The Alaskan girls owned the field...while most of us ran around wildly. We came back with no permanent losses, although Russia sported a black eye for her valiant efforts.
We feel so blessed to have spent a week in Poznan. We are excited about the conversations we've had, and how God has seen fit to use our time here. In our last night, Benjamin and Rebekah were accosted by American Mormons who are here spreading a false gospel. How strange to witness to fellow Americans in a foreign land. Rebekah's wisdom and confidence rattled the young woman. Who knows what seeds God is planting.
Special thanks to Rachel M. who is helping get these posts up and sharing her humor and intellect.
Please pray with us-
-In praise for Elise's safe arrival.
-In praise for our time in Poznan.
-For encouragement and blessing for the saints who we leave in the trenches of the ongoing battle for reformation. They are truely an example of determination and strength.
-For safe travel to Gdansk by train.
-That God would bless our work in Gdansk.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Day Five
Today started too early with a confused Polish man bursting into the girls' hostel. Apparently his room was full and he was trying to find a place to stay...
Needless to say all the girls were wide awake and ready long before the boys crawled into our practice room. We kept practicing for only 20 minutes so we'd have at least a dull croak left for the concert this evening and then were set loose for some free time until we regrouped at 2pm.
Upon release we migrated en masse to Starbucks. Certain technologically literate persons sat about enjoying conversation and free internet, while the rest of us split up to shop, explore, and eat at Pizza Hut...again.
Some of us cruised the mall at various times and places where Nathaniel reportedly ran into a glass door. Good times.
Some of us caught an amazing organ concert at the "pink church" otherwise known as the massive, gorgeous church near the town square. Some of us privileged persons saw a beautiful 1400's Franciscan Church that had been rebuilt several times, but retained all its glory. The pipe organ alone was magnificent.
Besides some unfortunate stragglers, most of us reconvened at the hostel at 2pm and set out on a long trek past a million wedding dress shops and other assorted stores and buildings. We arrived at the park still clutching our umbrellas and shivering. The stage for our concert performance had some very interesting acoustics going on, which made for an interesting experience. God saw fit to keep the rain and wind constant, but we did have several people stop by. Mrs. Jarmulak and co. kept our spirits up by leading our varied audience in claps of encouragement.
By the time we'd finished the concert, the wind had become even more aggressive. Those of us delusional enough not to pack coats were suffering again.
We all hurried to the massive historic Poznan Cathedral and managed about 7 minutes between a wedding and evening mass. It was well worth it. I hope Peter and Miwaza got some good pictures. I can't begin to describe it...at least when I'm this tired.
We had some time before dinner reservations so we dispersed, and some of us shivering, blue people finally gave in and went warmth hunting. C&A was the closest shop at hand and we left with warm jackets and alarms beeping. It was probably Sam trying to smuggle his coat...or maybe it was his rad hat. Too much coolness.
We returned to the "Dumpling Place" we had mobbed on Wednesday, only this time with some extra-good beverages Aaron wished to add to the gathering. We left in groups, fat and happy.
Unfortunately some of us girls curently sit in misery while we wait for our wondering room keys. They're out on the town.
Meanwhile, the boys abandoned Benjamin, who was oblivious to his plight while he wandered about holding Rebekah's hand. His door poundings could not be heard over the men's rumbling conversation, and he could only regain entrance by throwing vittles at the third-story window. Finally, a half of banana reached the feet of one of our fearless leaders, who promptly responded with, "What in the world?!!?!??"
God has given us another blessed day. It wasn't really our plan, but He apparently had a better one.
Please pray with us-
-That we would have good fellowship with the Polish saints, and that we could be an encouragement to them tomorrow.
-That we would have a good day of rest and that peoples' voices would recover from vocal boot camp.
-That Elise V. would come in safely tomorrow.
-That we would have good weather! Gdansk is supposed to be even more unpredictable, and we really need some dry days.
-That we would continue to have the energy and spirit to continue with our goals and have good fellowship with each other. We are so blessed to be here together.
Needless to say all the girls were wide awake and ready long before the boys crawled into our practice room. We kept practicing for only 20 minutes so we'd have at least a dull croak left for the concert this evening and then were set loose for some free time until we regrouped at 2pm.
Upon release we migrated en masse to Starbucks. Certain technologically literate persons sat about enjoying conversation and free internet, while the rest of us split up to shop, explore, and eat at Pizza Hut...again.
Some of us cruised the mall at various times and places where Nathaniel reportedly ran into a glass door. Good times.
Some of us caught an amazing organ concert at the "pink church" otherwise known as the massive, gorgeous church near the town square. Some of us privileged persons saw a beautiful 1400's Franciscan Church that had been rebuilt several times, but retained all its glory. The pipe organ alone was magnificent.
Besides some unfortunate stragglers, most of us reconvened at the hostel at 2pm and set out on a long trek past a million wedding dress shops and other assorted stores and buildings. We arrived at the park still clutching our umbrellas and shivering. The stage for our concert performance had some very interesting acoustics going on, which made for an interesting experience. God saw fit to keep the rain and wind constant, but we did have several people stop by. Mrs. Jarmulak and co. kept our spirits up by leading our varied audience in claps of encouragement.
By the time we'd finished the concert, the wind had become even more aggressive. Those of us delusional enough not to pack coats were suffering again.
We all hurried to the massive historic Poznan Cathedral and managed about 7 minutes between a wedding and evening mass. It was well worth it. I hope Peter and Miwaza got some good pictures. I can't begin to describe it...at least when I'm this tired.
We had some time before dinner reservations so we dispersed, and some of us shivering, blue people finally gave in and went warmth hunting. C&A was the closest shop at hand and we left with warm jackets and alarms beeping. It was probably Sam trying to smuggle his coat...or maybe it was his rad hat. Too much coolness.
We returned to the "Dumpling Place" we had mobbed on Wednesday, only this time with some extra-good beverages Aaron wished to add to the gathering. We left in groups, fat and happy.
Unfortunately some of us girls curently sit in misery while we wait for our wondering room keys. They're out on the town.
Meanwhile, the boys abandoned Benjamin, who was oblivious to his plight while he wandered about holding Rebekah's hand. His door poundings could not be heard over the men's rumbling conversation, and he could only regain entrance by throwing vittles at the third-story window. Finally, a half of banana reached the feet of one of our fearless leaders, who promptly responded with, "What in the world?!!?!??"
God has given us another blessed day. It wasn't really our plan, but He apparently had a better one.
Please pray with us-
-That we would have good fellowship with the Polish saints, and that we could be an encouragement to them tomorrow.
-That we would have a good day of rest and that peoples' voices would recover from vocal boot camp.
-That Elise V. would come in safely tomorrow.
-That we would have good weather! Gdansk is supposed to be even more unpredictable, and we really need some dry days.
-That we would continue to have the energy and spirit to continue with our goals and have good fellowship with each other. We are so blessed to be here together.
Day Four
The rain continues to be our devoted companion. Pray for good weather!
Thankfully, yesterday was only perpetuity wet, not pouring. After being stuffed into the kitchen/living room with a shoehorn to practice, we flooded downtown to sing in the town square and other areas in the busy parts of Poznan. We took advantage of the crowd around the clock and clicking goats at noon and got an encouraging audience.
Several of us have completely lost our singing voice, so we stayed busy destroying the Polish language and handing out concert invitations. Poor Agata would be horrified. She tried to teach us! Normally our phrase attempts would be met with encouraging smiles or blank confusion, but people were very kind. Sarah V. wins for her enthusiasm and distribution skills, even when no one has any idea what she is saying.
We mobbed KFC near our old friend, Pizza Hut, for lunch. The line was ridiculous, but the workers were troopers and we ended with hot food and happy tummies.
After lunch we split up to distribute fliers and do what we desired until we reconvened at the hostel at 5:30. Many of us visited awesome shops and learned how to communicate without any common language. That was an experience. Tragically Anna didn't find anything for Pastor Bubu in the dress shops...
I was able to visit Starbucks in its waking hours! Yay! The Alaska team put us to shame with their enthusiasm and devotion to flier distribution, even during break time.
We headed over to an old German Lutheran, now Methodist Church behind the Old Brewery Shopping Mall for our first concert. The acoustics were amazing, and reminded us of the challenge of singing on the street. It was a pleasure to sing in such an amazing building. Rebekah was empowered by the safe arrival of her beloved, and the soprano section sounded amazing.
We performed for nearly and hour and Pastor Vanderveen gave an excellent presentation of the Gospel from Genesis translated by Pastor Bubu. Nearly 30 people attended and God blessed us with some good conversations and connections. We were able to meet some more of our Polish CREC brethren, and went out to a late dinner with yummy garlic dip and copious amounts of Shoarma.
After dinner we did laundry and talked about death. In a good way.
God was very gracious to us on Friday.
Please pray with us-
-That we would have good weather! Today we have outside concert and as I write this there's steady rain. If it doesn't clear up...we're going to have a problem.
-That we would get good attendance at the concert tonight and everyone would sing and speak well.
-People would keep a good hold on their voices or discover for those of us still being afflicted by a cool.
-That Elise V. would have safe travel.
-Thanksgiving for our good concert yesterday, the safe arrival of Benjamin, and the blessing to be here!
Thankfully, yesterday was only perpetuity wet, not pouring. After being stuffed into the kitchen/living room with a shoehorn to practice, we flooded downtown to sing in the town square and other areas in the busy parts of Poznan. We took advantage of the crowd around the clock and clicking goats at noon and got an encouraging audience.
Several of us have completely lost our singing voice, so we stayed busy destroying the Polish language and handing out concert invitations. Poor Agata would be horrified. She tried to teach us! Normally our phrase attempts would be met with encouraging smiles or blank confusion, but people were very kind. Sarah V. wins for her enthusiasm and distribution skills, even when no one has any idea what she is saying.
We mobbed KFC near our old friend, Pizza Hut, for lunch. The line was ridiculous, but the workers were troopers and we ended with hot food and happy tummies.
After lunch we split up to distribute fliers and do what we desired until we reconvened at the hostel at 5:30. Many of us visited awesome shops and learned how to communicate without any common language. That was an experience. Tragically Anna didn't find anything for Pastor Bubu in the dress shops...
I was able to visit Starbucks in its waking hours! Yay! The Alaska team put us to shame with their enthusiasm and devotion to flier distribution, even during break time.
We headed over to an old German Lutheran, now Methodist Church behind the Old Brewery Shopping Mall for our first concert. The acoustics were amazing, and reminded us of the challenge of singing on the street. It was a pleasure to sing in such an amazing building. Rebekah was empowered by the safe arrival of her beloved, and the soprano section sounded amazing.
We performed for nearly and hour and Pastor Vanderveen gave an excellent presentation of the Gospel from Genesis translated by Pastor Bubu. Nearly 30 people attended and God blessed us with some good conversations and connections. We were able to meet some more of our Polish CREC brethren, and went out to a late dinner with yummy garlic dip and copious amounts of Shoarma.
After dinner we did laundry and talked about death. In a good way.
God was very gracious to us on Friday.
Please pray with us-
-That we would have good weather! Today we have outside concert and as I write this there's steady rain. If it doesn't clear up...we're going to have a problem.
-That we would get good attendance at the concert tonight and everyone would sing and speak well.
-People would keep a good hold on their voices or discover for those of us still being afflicted by a cool.
-That Elise V. would have safe travel.
-Thanksgiving for our good concert yesterday, the safe arrival of Benjamin, and the blessing to be here!
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