busyness

I believe every person in our society is busy – myself included. Final exams and the end of the semester is here for you college students. For those of us that work – it is nonstop – and then, there are those working full time and in school – people are getting married, vacation and summer time is around the corner… Then you have daily grind stuff to worry about – waking up early, paying bills (car, insurance, car insurance, gas, new tires and these are only for your used car! Then you have to spend time in your relationships – romance (dates, notes, “talk” time), friends (dates, notes, “talk” times) and in the hustle and hustle of all this, you now have people at Underground and churches telling you to pray and go camping and feed the homeless and go on a missions trip to work harder… and God is thrown into all of this somehow.

I think we all understand this journey well – it’s full of busy schedules and time commitments and we want to do it all but we can’t. So what usually suffers? First, for me, is sleep. That doesn’t exactly help except that I get the immediate things done – but my plate stays full, right? The second thing to suffer is usually any personal time – with God, for me, “chill” time – Sabbath time. Why is it that when rest and God and personal time is needed most we sacrifice it – not a good sacrifice – like a 300 style killing – we murder these things. My friend, Doug, has this scale he uses to define worry. I’ve taken it and changed it a bit:

Outside circle effects us now

More short term – not the most important
Inner (closet) circle effects us long term close to us




What do you allow closet to your “center”? – the things we spend the most time on will effect us the most.
There is a book written by John called Revelation. He basically journals a hallucination – he had a metaphysical experience with God. In the first few chapters, he writes letters to different churches and warns them – well, all but one church gets a warning. In Revelation 3, he writes to a church in Sardis:

Revelation 3:1-4 (MSG)

1 Write this to Sardis, to the Angel of the church. The One holding the Seven Spirits of God in one hand, a firm grip on the Seven Stars with the other, speaks: "I see right through your work. You have a reputation for vigor and zest, but you're dead, stone-dead.
2-3"Up on your feet! Take a deep breath! Maybe there's life in you yet. But I wouldn't know it by looking at your busywork; nothing of God's work has been completed. Your condition is desperate. Think of the gift you once had in your hands, the Message you heard with your ears—grasp it again and turn back to God.
"If you pull the covers back over your head and sleep on, oblivious to God, I'll return when you least expect it, break into your life like a thief in the night.
4"You still have a few followers of Jesus in Sardis who haven't ruined themselves wallowing in the muck of the world's ways. They'll walk with me on parade! They've proved their worth!
The city of Sardis was a massive and important economic city those times:
- busy people – workers, CEO’s and students
- largest recovered gymnasium – big on sports
- huge textile city (wool)
- largest recovered religious buildings (Pagan, Christian & Jewish)
Sardis was pretty much a world economic, entertainment, spiritual and social dominant culture – it is where you went to learn, sell, buy, go to church, watch a game, get fit, etc. – Sounds like the US a bit – but look at the verse again – “you look alive but you are dead” ???
Two key words here:
God: “I see your deeds, ergon (passive tense) in Greek language - tasks, work, deeds, activities
God: “wake up” – gregoreo in Greek language – keep watch – be on guard
Problem #1: The deeds masked death
- they looked alive – but were dying
- they had more monuments to the past then hope and expectancy for the future – they buried more people in their church then they baptized
- their busyness masked – covered up – their problem – no real transforming power or life in Christ
Problem #2: They were asleep – unaware
- they thought everything was ok
- they keep busy – therefore, they developed a need to validate their problem by never seeing what was actually there – stayed so busy that they never got quiet
It’s so hard to get quiet isn’t it? One minute of silence – uncomfortable – we have to face our demons if we slow down. So this church in Sardis – what is their hope? What is the remedy here? What can they do? What can we do?
I believe there are many of us who get too busy that we become like this church – oh sure, we have lives and school and work – but where do we put our faith in all of this? When do we compromise that?
I believe the hope is found in the church – not a building (explain church)
Acts 2:42 (TNIV)
They devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer.

Teaching – submit to learning and teaching
Eating – being with each other – hanging out – meals – time
Fellowship – koinonia – share, serve, contribute, participate
Prayer – personal and with others – talking and hearing from God
I believe we (as a church culture) struggle to live out true fellowship – then prayer – then teaching – then eating.
Has busyness choked the spiritual life out of you?
What areas are you good at?
What areas are a challenge?
Busyness is used by the enemy to distract our life with Christ – which is lived out in community – prayer

The most disturbing site for me in quite a while…

The most disturbed I have been in a while is when I was in Manchester. Now don’t get me wrong, the city itself is not disturbing; it is a quite beautiful city. Elegant historical architecture and diverse people add to the beauty of this city. The people are, in general, very kind and accommodating to travelers and folks not familiar with the city’s liturgy. Getting around in the city is quite easy, with the trams and everything in walking distance (you can walk around the city’s outskirts in about an hour). The shops and restaurants leave nothing to be desired; in fact, I actually enjoyed going to all the shops I could manage (surprising because I am not a shopper most of the time). In the Arndale section, there was a fashion show, and throughout the entire city, the celebration of King George’s Day offered parades, children’s games, and cultural festivities. Truthfully, Manchester, in and of itself, is a delight.

Let me construct the foundation to my first statement. On Saturday, I went to “The Printworks”: a grand structure in “Center City” that houses bars, nightclubs, cinema, restaurants, and shops. “The Printworks” looks like a huge subway (or tube) tunnel with a weathered brick look throughout. There is no door, simply a massive entrance to the tunnel and all the interior entertainment offered throughout. It is here that I went to see 300 at IMAX. It was a wonderful experience and the movie was done very well. An eight story screen in Hi-Definition and superior sound to boot, it was quite the show. After I exited, I walked out of “The Printworks” and into the city block overlooking the Manchester Cathedral district. I noticed a Starbucks and went to get a familiar latte. On a side note, the Starbucks stores in the UK charge extra if you “dine in” rather than “take away” your beverage. I decided to take my beverage with me (not because I am necessarily cheap; it was only a few pence extra, but because I wanted to walk to the cathedral and check it out).

As I left Starbucks, I started to visually define the cathedral district better as I walked toward it. It opened with a massive green lawn with fountains and elegant landscaping and cobblestone walking paths. This led the way to a massive gothic style cathedral complete with huge gargoyles on the ground around and atop the structure. It was a classic cross layout cathedral (for you church history buffs). There was a cemetery and crypts that guarded the cathedral’s immediate grounds. I would estimate 400+ crypts and 300+ gravestones. There was also an iron fence around the perimeter of the structure. It didn’t have gates; it was merely for décor and boundary definition. It, like the city, was an impressive and beautiful structure.

The cathedral is a part of the Church of England, of which the queen, herself, is the head. It symbolizes not only the distinct importance of church and state collaboration, but also that faith is central (in location and philosophy) to the local, regional, and national political environment. This should be quite encouraging, especially to the Christian; but also to other faiths, because of the freedom the UK experiences in its diversity. Just because the government is centralized in a Protestant (debatable) mindset, that doesn’t mean that the people of the UK are forced into the same mindset. It is simply the definition of a set of religious values and tradition.

The scene outside the cathedral was my issue. Over the massive lawn, on the structure herself, and throughout the cemetery there were thousands of teenagers (12-15 years old) gathered. These teenagers were dressed in black with body art and piercing. They were making a definite affectionate fashion statement for the “gothic” or “hardcore” lifestyle. The teens were not just gathered there for any reason; every single one of them were engaging in sexual activity (mostly clothed) with one another in some form. Couples straddled each other and were groping and kissing, groups of three and four were lying on the grass and engaging in group pleasures, and homosexual activity was the majority.

The scene itself was very uncomfortable for to walk up on. Remember, I was going to see history and admire the cathedral, and I walked into a “twilight zone” of child lust. I was a bit intimidated and felt unsafe. I stood there in front of the cathedral and came back to reality in my mind, for I am sure I stood there motionless for a few seconds in shock. The teens were acting out something there on the church grounds. This was an unmistakable statement coupled with a cry for connection that broke my heart. I don’t know the reason for their choice, but my speculations tell me that there is an obvious desire for human connection and intimacy. Like Rob Bell says, “this” (meaning what I am seeing take place here) is obviously about “that” (some deeper need).

But that wasn’t the most disturbing site for me. It seems that it should be, but it wasn’t. The most disturbing site for me was the thousands of people (adults, other teens, children, elderly, businessmen, mothers, fathers, pastors, Christians, Muslims, Taoists, caretakers, babysitters, wage employees, upper class, cab drivers, etc.) walking past these teenagers and paying no attention. It was like just another mundane site in the local eye. This broke my heart.

I decided that this had to be a unique experience for the city. These teens cannot be allowed to do this daily. After all, this is “Center City”, a Times Square atmosphere and these teens cannot possibly live close to here. I decided to come back the next day and see the cathedral again, for this site (the teens) was obviously unique to Saturday or some other instance.

I came back on Sunday. There were more. More child lust existed. More homosexual group activity existed. My heart broke again. People walked by again. The sky over Manchester Cathedral cried. I decided to ask a barista at the corner Starbucks if this happened every weekend. She giggled a bit and said “no.” I was momentarily relieved. She continued: “these kids go there before they have to be at school everyday and they return after school everyday. In fact, a group of them seem to never leave.” My relief was buried with her words.

So here’s what I see: I see this experience taking place at the footsteps of religion, government, and society; and no one pays attention anymore. It is as if society has developed scales over her eyes. The statements being made by these teenagers are being made on the physical doorsteps of the physical church, and the doors remain closed, and the community remains aloof.

Then I turn and think about my city in the US. What is obvious? Who is crying for help, even to the point of sitting and making out at the church footsteps? It happens all the time. The church is defined as a living entity, as a body of believers. When Paul prayed for the church in Ephesus, he wasn’t praying for a building but a people. When Jesus talked about Peter being the foundation of the church, he was speaking socially and ecclesial, not physical foundation for a structure or system. We, the church, have people at our doorsteps everyday and our hearts are aloof. We walk by them, we ignore them, and they intimidate us. My prayer and hope is that we become more aware of our doorsteps, that we become more sensitive to our entrance, and that we pay attention to those crying for help all around us. We are the church, we are the community of Christ; we are the agents of life change God has chosen to deploy. Awareness cannot be a reality if we have scales over our eyes. Oh God, remove the scales and break our hearts, I pray. May we love with our love, and respond to people who cry out, even if it is done in their disdain for you, for us, and for society at large. For the things we see are not what lies beneath the surface.

travelling diary: day six (i spent money)

Last posting was way long so I’ll keep this short. Today I went to King’s Church in Manchester. It is a cool church and very racially diverse. They baptized two people today, also. After church, I went to Pizza Hut and had a pie. It was good. I then went shopping and spent the next 4-5 hours walking the streets and buying stuff. It was pretty fun.

I caught the train back to the hotel and took a nap after calling Shauna. I went to the Brasserie around 8pm and got some dinner, a good Indian dish. I am now back after watching football (soccer) on the big screen and am packing. My flight for Philadelphia leaves at 11am tomorrow (6am US time).

Barring anything hilarious or weird, this may be my last post on my travels. It has been a fun journey and a more different one than I thought. I really really really really cant wait to see Shauna, my wife. I love her so much.

travelling diary: day five (i love US food)

I woke up at 6am. Like fully woke up. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t sleep anymore. I went to bed around 1am (or 1:00). My taxi wasn’t supposed to pick me up until 1130am (or 11:30) so now I have like 5 hours to kill. The campus is a ghost town (Saturday) and I have a closet space for a room and five hours. OH MY GOD. So I put in The Office (BBC version) and tried to doze a bit to kill time. I was originally planning on waking up around 10am, but for whatever reason, it didn’t happen. So I watched the dvd and read some and dozed some and then it was 9am (or 9:00) and I went to the kitchen to have my “Frosties” (the other day I wrote about “Tasties” and compared them Frosted Flakes…I was incorrect on the name, they are “Frosties”, but regardless, they are quite tasty). I made a cup of tea (which I have become pretty decent at doing and really enjoy is as well) and read the morning paper over my breakfast. I then took and shower and packed and it was 10:15 after all of that. I still had an hour and some change to kill. So I read. And really enjoyed it. I am reading a Dallas Willard book called Hearing God. It is more practical than The Divine Conspiracy or Spirit of the Disicplines (those two are quite philosophical).

At 11:30 I rolled my bags down to the driveway and waited. And waited. And waited. And it was 11:50. Now, it is a good 20 minute commute to the train station in Retford, and my train (the only train going through Retford until 2pm, or 14:00) arrive at 12:03. So I am worried. I had the receptionist call and book my taxi; I heard her do it. So I am frustrated and about to walk to the pub around the corner and see if Steve (the pub owner and nice guy I have had several conversations with over the past three days) could give me a ride to the station for about 20quid (or 20 pounds, which translates to $40; of course, I will start at 10 quid, or $20). All of the sudden I see a white taxi speed around the corner and pull into the school…brief relief. We still have to get to the station by noon for me to catch the train.

The taxi driver’s name is Kearney. She is in her mid forties and has been in the sun a lot during life. I let her know she is late and that I have to catch the train at noon. She gives me a look and were off. She got to 150kmh. Google that and see how fast she was truckin’ on the English countryside road. We made it in time, and with little to no small talk. I hurried through the station and down the ramp to Platform 3 (which is like a .10 mile walk down 5 ramps) and barely got on my train in time. The taxi cost me 10quid.

For the next two hours, I rode the train back to Manchester. I dozed off and read some. The only time it was crowded was right before the train change in Sheffield. Google Sheffield and Manchester; they are cool towns. We finally arrived in Manchester (airport terminal) and I went up the ramp to find my hotel. I didn’t know it at the time, but the hotel provides a free shuttle and a courtesy phone. I asked a taxi driver how far away it was, and he pointed left and said, “2-minute walk, tops.” That wasn’t so bad, so I decided to walk it with my luggage. 23 minutes into the walk, I realize I have been “wound up” (British term for I got lied to and it was a practical joke, probably). I decided to turn around and go back to the train station, when I saw a wonderful but disheartening site. The Bewleys Hotel (bewleyshotels.com) was in the skyline in the opposite direction of where I was walking. I was relieved because I could see it, but was a bit ticked because it was a two minute walk opposite of the way I was told (from the origination point, in the skyline I could also see the airport, other hotels, and the train station). Once I got back to the airport (keep in mind I am a heavy individual who sweats when exerting more energy than desired), I walked the two minute walk to the hotel. Ow all that separated me from the hotel was a tall wooden fence (about twice my height). I decided to walk around and find the entrance. Lots of walking and finally there is a car entrance with a sign that says: no pedestrian traffic. Great. Well, I ignored the sign and “trafficked” myself past the check ins and ignored security. I was ready to out talk anyone at this point because I just wanted some lunch (it was 3pm, or 15:00, after all) and chill before I tried to get into the Man U match (little known fact: the Brits call games matches). There was one security offices that decided to follow me through the parking lot and into the hotel. It is a nice hotel and I am very relieved. She (security guard lady) stood beside me in line; not behind me, but BESIDE me. Weird.

I looked at her and decided to “wind her up” (or play one of my own jokes). “Hola, me llamo Nataan, e tu?” (that is probably horrible Spanish bit she didn’t seem to mind). She gave me a long look and paused and started to say something and then stopped. She then turned around and walked out the front door. Brilliant…Guinness all around!

I got to the front desk, checked in and made my way to the room. Ah, the room. Down comforters and much more space…wonderful. And television! Oh how I have missed flipping through channels. Sure, there are only 14 channels, and two of the are black screen with bad music, but it’s real television. I got a bit situated and relaxed for about a half hour and made my way back tot the train station to purchase my metro card (going to downtown, and Eurpoe is all about some public transportation). It only cost me about 3quid for a round trip to downtown and I was off.

Now, downtown Manchester is quite eclectic. And the football games are quite impressive on the outside, for that is the only experience I got to have. 70K+ people were at this game versus Middlebrough. The fans sang in unison about every two seconds and everyone was pretty toasted drunk and the game hadn’t started yet. I did run into a man named Steve popular British name) who let me know there was no hope in getting near the stadium. There is no parking and people park along all the streets around the stadium (kind of like Bank of America stadium but MUCH worse. The police weren’t letting anyone without a ticket down the same street as the stadium. So I counted my losses and figured I could at least take a tour tomorrow. I decided on another evening plan.

I made my way to Paperwork Centre (beautiful indoor city area with dozens of pubs, restaurants, and clubs, oh, and an IMAX theatre). Manchester is a large English town, almost comparable to London and hundreds of clubs. Everyone was either at the game or dressed in some costume hitting the clubs. I decided to get lunch, finally. I was really craving some comfort food (US food) so I went to this place called Old Orleans in Paperwork. I ordered a diet pepsi and some hot wings. Louise (my server, who wrote her name on the table in crayon) informed me they were out of wings. So I ordered the spicy quesadilla appetizer. Louise informed me that is was pronounced: qwu-si-dilia. I informed her she was wrong and pronounced it correctly. She goes: “you aren’t from the UK, are ye?” I answered: “neither is the quesadilla.” She laughed, thank God. Then she informed me that the chicken and tortillas used for that are 86’ed (or out of stock). So I ordered the potato skins for an appetizer…they did have those. After about five minutes, they arrived…all three of them…three halves with mozzarella cheese and sour cream and a salad (field greens with yellow peppers and mayonnaise on the side. This is not a good side dish to put with potato skins so I ignored them). I then order a Bacon BBQ Cheese Burger and fries, and was so excited. The burger arrived smothered in mayonnaise and some weird pickles that I raked off with my spoon.

After dinner, I went to the IMAX theatre and purchased a ticket for the 300 showing at 7pm (or 19:00). I then went to Starbucks across the street and got a short cappuccino (they are actually the best drinks). I walked outside and looked across the part of the city I was in. I saw the Manchester Church and walked over to see it up close before the show. What I found was odd and quite sad. All along the graveyards and courtyards, “hardcore” or “gothic style” teenagers were gathered. There was probably like 2000 of them. They were sitting together in packs and skateboarding and smoking and being teens, ya know? Then, as I got closer, I noticed what was really happening. Boys were straddling boys and kissing, girls were fondling other girls and kissing, and some hetero couples were HEAVILY making out…all of this on the city church’s grounds and right there in public. People walked by and gave them no attention. It was sad and uncomfortable. These are kids. My heart was really saddened. So I decided to abandon them and go watch my movie (the best thing any pastor from the States should do).

The IMAX 300 experience was amazing. It was a GREAT movie, and even better seeing it on an eight-story screen. After the film, I took the Metro back to Piccadilly and the train back to the airport, and the shuttle back to the hotel, where I am now. I called Shauna and talked for a bit and then it was suddenly midnight.

I plan on going to two churches tomorrow. One is called King’s Church (www.kingschurch-manchester.org) in the morning, and Sanctus1 (www.sanctus1.co.uk) at 8pm (or 20:00). I am sure the blog tomorrow will be especially interesting concerning these churches. I also plan on doing some shopping. And then Monday, I come home; hopefully, with a much better plane ride.
Day five, you were pretty good to me.

travelling diary: day four (grateful for hugh laurie)

Today started very well. Last night, I downloaded a cool app for my Mac book called Aurora. Basically, it is an alarm clock that wakes up my computer and starts itunes and wakes me up at whatever time I designate. Mac world is grand.

So I woke up at 8am and got my shower and went to breakfast. And what a hearty breakfast it was! Toast and dry cereal with no milk…for everyone! Oh, the jolly Brits and their bland food. Sigh.

After breakfast, we had our first session of the day by Isaac An. He is working on his PhD as well and is a very proficient linguist. He knows 11 languages fluently and can communicate in over 20 languages. His lecture was about the creation narrative in Genesis one and two. I wont bore you with the genius detail, but I will say this: the lecture centered around God painting creation as an artist and bringing completion (or shalom) in numerous means, none of which has to do with the semantics of the work of actual creating. It was a very good lecture.

After Isaac, Dr. William Kay (brilliant man) gave a very good talk on historical construction. He talked about how history is usually gathered from our hindsight instead of from the original occasion of faith and the unknown. Again, one hour with William Kay is like taking a 3 hour class over a whole semester in undergrad…he is genius.

We then had a coffee break and William went into detail in dissertation construction. That was quite helpful. After that, he and Andrew talked about professional societies and conferences that would aid our research. At 1pm (or 13:00) the day was done and we went to lunch.

Lunch was a bit odd but quite good. We were given sausages and peas and mashed potatoes…and it was all smothered in a dark brown gravy…mmmm. We also had chocolate cake, which was a pleasant surprise because there hasn’t been any dessert so far. I loved the cake. After lunch I took my camera and took pictures of the campus. I forgot my cable to the computer so I will load them when I return home. I then went to my room and took a 40 minute nap, which was wonderful I had the window open and there was a cool breeze coming through the closet…I mean the room.

At 3pm (or 15:00), I had an appointment with my PhD supervisory committee. I had originally thought my abstract was accepted and that I could start chapter one anytime I so desired. I was so mistaken. So badly mistaken, and while I was prepared to defend parts of my abstract, I wasn’t prepared for the genius conversation I was about to have with William and Andrew. We met for about 2 hours and I was blown away by what they said. They provided me with sources and ideas that really got me excited about my thesis. Long story short, I have some work to do on this abstract to develop it into the application formal for University of Wales and I have to turn it in by June 1. This way, the whole process can be completed and I will start paying the University of Wales as soon as they issue me an ID card. This ID card grants me access to hundreds of thousands of research journals and libraries resources. It’s like an all access pass to nerd-ville, and I am so excited about it. I will have access to the research library in London: that is almost impossible for even a British national to obtain.

Anywho, I killed about an hour and then went to White Swan with Paul, the principal (or president) of Mattersey Hall (where, technically, the theology department for the University of Wales Bangor is located). Paul and I worked briefly together in Concord before I was fired as an intern (long funny story in itself; strangely I am now on staff). We had “the carvery” at White Swan, which is a selection of peppered meats and potatoes and carrots and Northshire pudding (which is basically an elborate title for deep fried batter). It was the best meal I have had since I arrived. Afterwards, Paul and I went back to his house where he made some good tea and watched the Cricket World Cup. Paul and talked about the PhD process and how my next four years would be hard work but incredible results both professionally and personally He is a great encouragement. He also explained cricket to me, and it is quite interesting to watch. Australia killed New Zealand tonight by like 225 runs.

Paul’s wife called (she is in the States at the moment), and I excused myself and walked back to campus. All in all, my time here hasn’t been bad, and I have learned a great deal that will help me with my dissertation. I do indeed feel well equipped.

That being said, I will never travel here to the English countryside without Shauna again. Furthermore, I will never stay on campus more than needed ever again. Also, I am sooooo glad I brought House Season Two with me. With no phone, no television, and limited internet in my room, the dvd player has been well utilized to unwind and chill out. Thanks, Hugh Laurie.
And day four comes to a close. I leave for Manchester tomorrow. And as the people around me all day long have been saying, cheers!

travelling diary: day three (life is looking better)

I woke up around midnight…couldn’t sleep. I worked on my abstract a bit and looked over a couple budgets. Bored and cant go to sleep. Maybe I napped too much. So I put in House: season two. I watched the episode of the wife who poisoned her husband with gold…good episode. After that, I read a bit and finally went to sleep around 230am (or 2:30).

I slept pretty much the entire night after that. I woke up around 9am and got a shower. I met Steve, the maintenance man who told me to ask him if I had any issues I could speak with him. I let him know the WiFi wasn’t working and he told me he couldn’t help me. Oh well. I went to the little common kitchen on my floor. I had “Tasty Flakes”, or for us Americans, “Frosted Flakes.” They were tasty, though. I took my laptop and was determined to find a cable or hot spot. I went to the library where I used an ancient beast of a machine that was at one time a computer, and logged on. I went to check my email and the version of IE on that machine didn’t support my remote email browser. Hmm, then I went to vtext.com and texted Shauna to let her know I was still alive and that the countryside of England isn’t offering much WiFi. I finished up and took my laptop to Andrew’s office (he is the head of graduate studies, by the way). He was in a meeting so I sat down at the empty receptionist’s desk. It just so happens that there was an Ethernet cable hanging out of the wall…I wonder…Praise to the Lord the Almighty our blessed Redeemer…we have internet through a cable.

So I instantly checked email and called Shauna…woke her up I think. It didn’t matter. Oh my goodness it was so good to hear her voice. It was borderline emotional for me…of course, she was crying and relieved. I had survived the peril of the trans-atlantic children’s production and the English rails. We talked for about 8 minutes and I let her go because I had to go to a session. But it was the best to talk to her…going home and seeing her is going to be so great.

So I went to the first session in my PhD seminar and had lunch as well. It wasn’t a bad lunch, either. Poached chiken and mashed sweet potatoes…it was very good. Oh, and a salad with “salad cream” (or salad dressing). I met Nana (like banana but without the ba and saying it like nah-nah…not like the redneck alternative: nan-neh). He is a Ghanian pastor in London. I also met Gabriel, who is from Ghana as well. These guys were really cool and the most kind of the fellow students I have met so far. Everyone else doesn’t talk to me much because I am new, and that’s ok. I also met Anna, the librarian but also in the PhD program. She hates tradition and reminds me of the lady in “Annie” (ya know, the lady who had the orphanage…Carol Burnett). She is nice and interesting…more sarcastic than me, and very intelligent. It was a good lunch. Andrew came by the table and informed me he called his support folks and they were altering the software so that up to date Macs can access the network. That was good news.

The sessions continued into the afternoon. From dissertation creation and applications to the University of Wales’ resources, it is all a lot to take in. I basically have access to all of Eurpoean research through the University of Wales: journals, other dissertations, etc. We sat through a “mock” Viva (oral defense of a dissertation): it was brutal. My new friend, Anne, was chosen to defend her dissertation. She seemed to be very defensive, but did quite well. The sessions throughout the afternoon and through dinner were quite helpful, except for the last one. It is 8:30pm (or 20:30) and I am sitting here listening to a horribly boring lecture on Old Testament Missional Covenant. Oh my God this British guy keeps reading his notes and not looking up…it’s more like a reading than a lecture, and there is no interaction.

When I get back to the room I will call Shauna again (wonderfulness…yes, that is a word) and watch House or something else. Some folks are going to a pub, I think. I may go and hang out. The picture taken today is me in my room. It is such a small and sad little dorm room. Thank God I now have internet access across campus and can feel connected to home. It was a much better day.

Oh, one more thing: I am going to a Man U football game on Saturday. Jealous?
And day three comes to a close…

travelling diary: day two (jet lag and train rides)

They had just served breakfast and she was vomiting. This little kid was vomiting in a bag and doing so very loudly. We are 40 minutes from touchdown and she is sick NOW. The flight attendants are checking seat belts and tray tables and doing a great job of ignoring the heaving of the eight year old into the bag. Me, not so much. All of a sudden, the Latino attendant, who doesn’t like me, takes it upon herself to sit my seat in the upright position. The only thing is, it is already in the upright position. See, I am a large man, and the seat leans back because if the weight. All joking aside, this is reality. She then looks at me and say: “Quit pushing back on the seat. You have to sit it up.” I say ok, and I sit all the way forward so she can “do her job.” She leaves and another attendant comes and does the same thing. I politely inform her that this has already happened and I cant help that my seat sits back a bit further than everyone else’s. She then informs me: “Sir, we already know that you are not working well with us, please just let me do my job.” Third time.

We landed in Manchester and all the kids start clapping loudly and screaming for joy, even the sickly one. We deplane and I hit the bathroom to freshen up (deodorant, brushing my teeth, etc.). We all go through customs and claim our bags. Hallelujah, my bag made it England. I proceed to the ATM to pull out British pounds and then make my way to the train station. After about a mile, I get to the train station and try to pull up my ticket. Not happening. See, I purchased the ticket about two months ago and there is like a “will call” electronic retrieval process. So I go to the ticketing agent and she informs me that my ticket that I purchased is not god for today, but my return ticket will be okay. So now, I have to purchase a single one way ticket to Retford, and it ends up costing me about twenty pounds ($40). The British rail system is a work of art. I am noticing that the Europeans pretty much simplify everything. I haven’t been in the UK (other than flying through) since I was 16. The train ride was methodic and boring but efficient and didn’t waste any time. I changed trains in Leeds and was on my way to Retford. We arrived in Retford around 1pm (or 1300). Andrew was picking me up but he didn’t arrive until 1:30pm, because that is when I told him the train would arrive. Little did I know the trains change schedules over two months. So I waited in the cold for a half hour and Andrew picked me up. We made our way to Mattersey and chatted a while about what the weekend would look like. We arrived and he gave me a brief tour of the campus…basically, it is about four buildings. There is a pub around the corner. Andrew showed me my small room, literally about 10 feet by 8 feet. With a bed and a sink. I unpacked and was so excited to get online and call Shauna. I opened my Mac book, still not broken, and connected to their WiFi here on campus and…nothing. I have no internet and therefore no way to contact Shauna or hear her voice.

I worked for about 2 hours trying to get it working…no avail. I took a nap and went to the pub around 5pm (or 17:00). I walked in and they informed me they would start dinner around 6pm (or 18:00). So, I walked back to the room and got a shower and tried to get the internet working again…nothing. I am really depressed right now. I cant do anything but write and study and watch DVDs I brought…I want to talk to Shauna so bad and am cursing this trip.
I went back to the pub at 6pm and ordered dinner. I wasn’t very good but I told them it was and they were very kind to me. I took a walk after dinner and the countryside here is gorgeous. I will take pictures tomorrow. I went back to my room, worked on the internet again and got nowhere…cursed this stupid trip because I am lonely and I miss Shauna and she should be with me at all times…I really miss her. I cant even tell her that I have no internet and she is probably worried about me…big sigh.

I put in the Simpsons season eight DVD and fell asleep. Around 10pm, I got up and journaled the day. Oh God, help me through tomorrow.