Long overdue update

I'm home at my parent's house for Christmas and New Years having a wonderful visit. We just returned to Annapolis after a couple of days visiting relatives in Pennsylvania. After talking to my aunts and uncles who are not social media users I realized how much I've been neglecting my blog. I have reached the halfway point of my seminary education (semester-wise) and this last one really kept me busy. This post will mostly be an article that I wrote for our school paper. It was published in the November 21st issue of Kairos.

The Middler Lament

NEWS FLASH – Middler year is kicking my butt. This isn't a cry for help though (yet). You don't need to start worry about me (yet). I just need to lament a little bit, and based on an informal survey of my classmates, they do too. I remember a similar article from Brittany last year and apparently there was one the year before as well, so I am just following the "cloud of witnesses" that have gone before us. There is comfort for me in that and I hope my classmates recognize this as well. WE WILL GET THROUGH THIS!!

As Juniors, we certainly had our challenges, but the crunch times seemed to be more spread out and clumped together last year. Right before Fall Break last year there were major tests or papers due in each of our four classes and I don't remember getting much sleep that week. I was also riding high on the honeymoon phase of my seminary experience and got to go back east for all of Fall Break to recharge my batteries.

This year, however, it seems like I've got major assignments due each and every week. I couldn't afford (either financially or time-wise) to leave Austin for Fall Break. I took my Sabbath time, but I spent a good bit of break this semester working on papers and getting caught up on reading. I am really looking forward to Thanksgiving next week and will be going back to Maryland to spend the holiday with my family and friends. I will however be taking several books with me and working on a funeral sermon for our Intro to Preaching class, and probably another paper or two as well.

The other thing that is starting to sink in is that come December, the Middlers will be exactly at the halfway point of our seminary experience. This is going way too fast. I still feel a bit like I just got here and just started. Even with all the deadlines, papers, exams, committee meetings, and stress that this year has brought so far, I am not anxious for my time at APTS to be over. I am feeling a bit like a petulant child who is flopping on the floor and dragging my feet to slow down my exit. I do not want this to end. I love my classmates. I love the faculty and staff. I love the entire seminary community. I love this whole experience.

And I know this will come as a shock to most, but I really love Austin too. Perhaps part of why I'm feeling so stressed this semester is I'm also having a lot of fun too. There is a delicate balance between keeping up with obligations and taking time for yourself so you don't burn out. Perhaps I dance on that line a bit precariously, but I consider this to be an unofficial part of my seminary education. When I am in a parish (or a hospital, or whatever ministry I end up doing when I graduate), I think it will be extremely important to develop a support community and have activities and interests that are not church/work related (at least not directly) too. I have developed a great group of friends outside the seminary community. We have had cookouts, built a giant Jenga set, become the Cornhole (bean bag toss game) champions of the Local, participated in a fabulous scavenger hunt, went to ACL (Austin City Limits Music Festival), played disc golf, gorged ourselves on shrimp at Red Lobster's all-you-can-eat shrimp fest, and of course our weekly trivia which combines my seminary friends with my non-seminary friends.

Like almost everything else this semester, I am submitting this article to Brittany late. So I should wrap this up. Besides I have reading to do for section tomorrow, thank you letters to write for my financial aid, my SPM (supervised practice of ministry - internship) paperwork to submit to David Johnson, my World Religions film project to work on, the bulletin for the Advent Vespers service to finish with Allie, and a book to read and write a review for Christian Education, not to mention laundry, dishes, my annual car inspection and bills to pay….AGGHHHHHHHHH!!! Hang in there Middlers! We can do this!!!

The classes that I took this semester were - Introduction to Preaching (my favorite), Mark Exegesis, World Religions, and Christian Education. I was again in the choir and also served as one of the student representatives to the Worship Committee. We had a great group of students join our community in September and they have been a wonderful addition to both APTS and my circle of friends.

I've grown even more fond of the Local (my own personal Cheers) and have developed some wonderful friendships as I mentioned in the article shared above. Here's a sampling of the fun that I mentioned in that article -

In costume for the FFF Scavenger Hunt with Jayson, Chase, Nikki, and Jason

Brandon and Jayson playing giant Jenga at the Local

My fellow Redskin fans at the Local that I watch the game with every Sunday - Mark, Mo, and Jeff.

Seminarians and spouses celebrating Greg's birthday at the Allen-Pickett's house. Lisa & Tim, Greg, Andrew, Josh, Tara, baby Kellen, Lindsay, Jordan, Me, Allie, Jessica and Ester

Some amazing eats on the grill at Brandon and Michelle's house.
Lynn and I playing some cornhole with Taylor and Taylor looking on.

Show Me the Place

Beautiful New Song from Leonard Cohen from an album due out at the end of January.

Show Me The Place by leonardcohen

Time Flies when you're in Greek Camp

Only one week of Greek left and then I'll be heading back to Maryland for vacation with my family at Deep Creek Lake. I can't wait to be in the mountains of Western Maryland swimming, fishing, tubing and hanging out with my family. I'll also get to spend some time in Annapolis before and after our family trip to visit with friends. Hoping to spend some time sailing on the Chesapeake, checking out the new location of the Mexican Cafe and I must get some crabs.

Our class had a nice 4th out at Professor Alsup's ranch. Our classmate Okan, who is from Turkey, went all out and dressed the part. He was quite a cowboy.

And yes, I did get to hug a donkey.

I also mentioned to Dr. Alsup on Monday that I had re-written the words to Willie Nelson's "My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys" for our class, so he asked me to perform it this week. I took my guitar in on Wednesday and opened up class with the help of our Teaching Assistant Doug, who accompanied me on his guitar too. Don't know that anyone who isn't in our class (or who hasn't at least taken Biblical Greek) will appreciate it, but it seems to have been a big hit with the class. Dr. Alsup definitely appreciated it. He kept making reference to it during his lectures this week. I wouldn't be surprised if I improved at least half a letter grade for the class because of this song. He even asked me to get together with some of my musician classmates to record it so we can give CDs to everyone at the end of the class.

I'll post the lyrics below, but a few things that are "inside jokes" or may be unclear to those not in the class I will explain first. 1. The method that Dr. Alsup is teaching us he calls RIT - Recognize Identify Translate. First we attempt to recognize the part of speech of each word in the passage. We underline verbs, bracket nouns, circle articles & pronouns, etc. Then we attempt to identify the conjugation, gender, number, tense, etc. We are not even expected to try to translate yet in this intensive summer course. 2. Hippos is Greek for horse, and is the name of a stuffed animal that Dr. Alsup keeps in the class for illustrations. 3. He also has a Pilsbury Doughboy and girl in cowboy hats, which are also class mascots used for illustrations too.

I Love My Definite Article

I grew up dreaming of being in Greek Camp

And learning those ancient ways

Pursuing to recognize and identify words,

I burned up my summer days.

I learned all the endings that John Alsup taught me

Don't you stress out and panic my friend

Just take it from Hippos or maybe the Doughboy,

And soon it all will be clear.

I love my definite article.

It's my best friend.

Helping to spot nouns and participles,

It's my very best friend.

Maybe someday, I'll learn to translate

But for now R and I are just fine.

Those definite articles jump right off the pages,

I circle them all the time.

Nominative, Genitive, Dative or Accusative

You help me know what is what.

So don't take away my definite article

And I'll make it through Greek Camp just fine.

Repeat Chorus

Once we've recorded it I'll post it here.

Another highlight of my week was being asked to be Austin Seminary's student representative to the PC(USA) Committee on Theological Education's Seminary Support Network. There are two conferences each year that I will attend along with one student representative from each of the other 9 PC(USA) schools. Traditionally it is the student body President that represents the school, but this year they decided it made more sense to appoint someone that can do it for two years since the President is usually a graduating senior. So I will represent our school for the next two years. I am extremely honored to have been asked and so excited to get to network with students from the other schools as well as being able to participate in some national level denominational work.

And it hasn't been all Greek this summer, we've also gone to see a UT baseball game, a couple AAA baseball games in Round Rock (the Ranger's feeder team), a community orchestra doing western theme music and last night saw a community theater performance of the musical play Footloose. I've said it before, but I'll say it again. Austin is such a cool town with great things to do. Love it here.

4th of July Weekend

Well, we've got four out of six weeks of Greek and a Midterm behind us as we head into the three day weekend. Looking forward to some fun and relaxation, but no fireworks in most of Texas this year, thanks to the drought. I posted this video on Facebook the other day, but thought I should share it on my blog too. Stephen Colbert decided to address the ban.

On Monday our professor is having the class out to his ranch for a Greek Camp Picnic. The invitation that he passed out to us last week says "Come join us for hay rides, horseback riding, donkey hugging, and just having a good time." How can you beat that? Donkey hugging! Should be fun.

Le Tour de France also starts tomorrow, so I'm looking forward to watching that as I do every year. Such an amazing race. Not to mention the amazing shots of the French countryside, little villages, castles, cobblestone streets, and spectacular climbs in the Alps and the Pyrenees. I can't wait.

That's the Way That the World Goes 'Round

I love this song by John Prine. He is one of the most underrated songwriters. Such amazing lyrics, I can't ever listen to him enough. To me, a line like "naked as the eyes of a clown" is sheer poetry (not to mention the imagery of it suddenly getting cold enough for one to be frozen in the bathtub). That's a beautiful turn of phrase in my book. If you've never heard him before, I hope that you enjoy this. If you have heard him before this is a wonderful live version with John's response to a mondegreen (misheard song lyrics) by a fan.

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Well I know a guy that's got a lot to lose,

He's a pretty nice fella, kinda confused.

He's got muscles in his head ain't never been used,

He thinks he owns half of this town.

Starts drinkin' heavy, gets a big red nose,

Beats his old lady with a rubber hose

Then he takes her out to dinner, buys her new clothes,

That's the way that the world goes 'round.

That's the way that the world goes 'round,

You're up one day, the next you're down,

It's half inch of water, but you think you're gonna drown,

That's the way that the world goes 'round.

I was sittin' in the bathtub, a-countin' my toes,

When the radiator broke, the water all froze.

I got stuck in the ice, without my clothes,

Naked as the eyes of a clown.

I was crying those ice cubes, hoping I'd croak,

When the sun came through the window, the ice all broke.

I stood up and laughed; I thought it was a joke,

That's the way that the world goes 'round.

That's the way that the world goes 'round,

You're up one day, the next you're down,

It's half inch of water, but you think you're gonna drown,

That's the way that the world goes 'round.

Moment of Zen for the "Minister of Soul"

John Stewart is a big Springsteen fan, so this nice tribute was no surprise and well appreciated by this East Street Band fan.

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Year One of Seminary Completed

Yesterday I turned in my final paper for my Introduction to the New Testament class, and with that push of the "send" button on the email I completed my first two semesters of seminary. I had an exam in each of my other classes earlier this week - The Church as Worshiping Community on Monday, Systematic Theology II on Tuesday and Intro to Biblical Hebrew on Wednesday. This year has flown by and been so full it is a little mind boggling. As I scan the books on my shelf and re-read papers and exams that I've submitted this year I am amazed at how much I've learned and all that I've done in eight months. (Yes I am a semiNERDian . I re-read my papers and tests).

I've already written often of how much I love this community and what a wonderful place APTS is, so I won't belabor the point other than to say that I've made some of the best friends I've ever had. I love each and every one of them and I am sad to see the seniors packing to move off of campus. Graduation is this weekend and watching them in this home stretch has made me realize just how quickly these three years go by. It makes me want to savior every moment that I can with my classmates before we too scatter from this campus to be ministers, chaplains, teachers, counselors, etc.

It also makes me excited that in late August approximately 40 new students will arrive here. Just as my class was welcomed into the fold, they will soon be an integral part of this community and added to the number of people that I love. My classmate Jo and I were asked to take on the responsibility of being Reyah Coordinators this year. Reyah is the Hebrew word for buddy or friend. The Reyah program at APTS matches incoming students with a current student to be their buddy as they transition into the community. My Reyah was Jeff Saddington, who is graduating on Sunday. He was so fantastic that I jumped at the opportunity to be coordinator in the hopes of helping the incoming class feel as welcomed as I did. Jeff emailed and called me several times last summer to see how my plans for moving to Texas were going and once I arrived was one of the friends who helped me move into my apartment. And Jeff didn't just help me feel at home when I arrived, he checked in on me throughout the year, shared study guides, took me to lunch and cheered me on as my classmates and I did some intense studying and took some major exams.

So, as I have marked several other milestones, I chose to celebrate the end of my first year with a new tattoo that was inspired by something I read last semester in Cindy Rigby's Systematic Theology I class. I have had a tattoo of three fish on my right forearm for several years. It is an ancient Christian symbol which represents the trinity as well as the secret "code" used by the early church to represent Christ (ΙΧΘΥΣ). This is the Greek word for "fish" which was an acronym for "Jesus Christ Son of God Savior." While reading Dan Migliore's Faith Seeking Understanding (our textbook for Sys I) I came across a different way to name the Trinity and it immediately resonated with me. Instead of "Father Son & Holy Ghost" this said "Lover Beloved & Love." I decided that I wanted that around or near my fish tattoo and this week I got it done.

WARNING - SemiNERDian ramblings about to commence....

A common critique of this way of naming the trinity is that it reduces the Holy Spirit to a byproduct between the Lover and the Beloved, but I don't agree with this limited view of Love.

This is very similar to the original debate that caused the great split between the Eastern and Western church over the filioque clause in the Nicene Creed. Does the Holy Spirit proceed from the Father or from the Father "and the Son"? Don't both of these see the Holy Spirit as something that is coming from one or both of the other parts of the trinity? Isn't that a by-product too? The whole idea of the trinity is that God is by definition in relationship and you can't have one part without the other two, and no one part is greater than the others. So I don't see this way as being any worse than the more traditional creedal way of naming the trinity. In fact I think it is better because it does away with the patriarchal language of father and son. There are many for whom these images of God are stumbling blocks and talk of spirit or ghost is too mystical and hard to wrap their heads around. But we all know love. And love isn't just something you do. It isn't a byproduct. I don't even think it is a choice. I think love just is, all by itself.

There are many instances in scripture where love is talked about as an entity, not a byproduct. It is personified and has characteristics.

Song of Songs 2:7, 3:5, 8:4 "do not stir up or awaken love until it is ready"

Song of Songs 8:7 "Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it."

1 Corinthians 13:4 "Love is patient; love is kind; love is not arrogant or boastful"

1 Corinthians 13:8 "Love never ends"

14:1 "Pursue love and strive for spiritual gifts"

But I think the strongest case for seeing love as being a way to name the Holy Spirit is this -

1 John 4:16 "God is love, and those that abide in love abide in God, and God abides in them"

Lastly, here is a video that the seniors put together for our last fellowship together.

Congratulations Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary Class of 2011!!!!!!!!!!

Play Me, I'm Yours

There is a great art exhibit in Austin this month. Check out this link to get the full story, but the short version is this -

There are 14 pianos that are stationed around the jogging/walking paths, foot bridges and streets of downtown Austin that are decorated in a variety of ways. They are painted and/or covered in stickers. Better yet, they are all tuned up and completely functional. They each have the inviting message "Play Me, I'm yours" on the front of them. And this is Austin, so people are playing them. They each have a plastic covering attached that can be pulled over in case of inclement weather, but they are just sitting there waiting for people to play them. After the month, they will all be donated to schools and community groups.

Last Wednesday, my friend Felicity and I headed down to check a few of them out. We headed to the Lamar Street foot bridge and came across this one being played by the man below who sang us a couple of songs and gave me his business card. He's hoping to relocate from California to Austin and wanted to check out the town and this exhibit. Robby Ravenwood

And after hearing about mom and Becky playing the piano, and me only able to pluck out Heart and Soul, he invited me to join him. So I did...

Then before we moved on to another one, a mom with her son came along, sheet music in hand, and he played a song (with mom's help)

Then Felicity gave it a shot at the next one we saw.

It was a great afternoon and I'm hoping to see some more of them while they are still out. Hopefully the weather will be nice enough to get Becky & Jesko playing them when they are here next week.

Special thanks to Deborah Butler, who works in the Student Affairs and Vocations office at the seminary for telling me about this exhibit. And to Felicity for a great afternoon of art, music, custard, Waterloo Records, and the flagship store of Whole Foods.

Three Year Anniversary

This is one of those strange anniversaries which I debate whether to acknowledge or not. Three years ago today I fell at work and shattered my leg. I do not stop to pause to mark this day in order to lament or wallow, although I do acknowledge the hardships and changes that have come as a result of this accident. Rather I stop to acknowledge just how far I have come and how pleased I am with where I am right now despite that fateful day when I made a poor choice of where to stand.

This week was Spring Break for us at Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary (and for UT and all schools in Austin, I think). Twenty Five years ago some folks decided that Spring Break was too quiet in Austin so they began a little music festival known as SXSW (South by Southwest), which is now an international event. Having just moved here in August I was very excited for my first SXSW and it didn't disappoint. I saw lots of great music and got to spend time with my friends.

In addition to the great music and revelry of St. Patrick's Day there were also several other cool things that I did this week. Several of us marched and rallied with teachers at the Capitol at the Save TX Schools rally last Saturday morning. That evening one of my classmates got married and many from our seminary community were there to celebrate with him and his new bride

Last night Allie, Alex and I went to Mt. Bonnell, climbed about 100 stairs to see the moon, which was kind of a bust. The view of the city, surrounding landscape and sunset was actually better than all the fuss about the moon, but we had fun. We think it may be because everything is bigger in Texas, it just didn't seem that big to us. I would like to know how they managed to turn it burnt orange though. That was a good trick.

The other major news right now is that my car is currently having issues again. I think I need a new starter. Between just getting around, the teacher march, SXSW and all the other fun that I had this week I think I must have walked about a dozen miles this week. That's not a lot for most, but for me and considering how I spent most of 2008, I felt that this was an anniversary worth marking.

"The blind and the lame came to him in the temple, and he cured them." Matthew 21:14

My leg may not be cured to what it was prior to the accident, but there is no doubt in my mind that I have been healed by the hand of Christ. The hand that came through the skilled surgical talents of Dr. Ove, Dr. Brumback, and Dr. Higgins; through the infection fighting medicine and care of Dr. Campbell; through the nurses and staff at Anne Arundel Medical Center and Union Memorial Hospital; through the care and motivation from Jessica, Amanda, Sarah, Amy and everyone at OSMC physical therapy; from Wendy my home care nurse; Sandy my case manager; the amazing staff and congregation of FPC Annapolis; the friends and family who sent cards, emails, visited, brought food, provided rides and LOTS of encouragement and love. I wouldn't be where I am now if not for you.

I can now also add to that list the wonderful folks that I have met here in Austin and all of the fun things that there are to do in this town. I'm doing my best to not let a bum knee keep me from enjoying everything I can while I'm here.

School is going well this semester. Although Hebrew is proving to be a fun challenge. Even though our homework looks a bit like Elementary School work, there is no doubt that this is MUCH harder than "See Dick and Jane run"

Love Wins

The internets are all abuzz with people condemning Rob Bell's newest book before it is even released because he thinks that God's love is radical enough to save everyone. Some people just aren't happy unless things are exclusive. They prefer to believe that many will be condemned eternally.

Which do you think is more likely to convert someone? An apologetic theology that helps to put the message in a context and language that draws them in? OR a scare tactic that says "you better read the Bible the same way that I do, the right way, or you are going to hell?"

LOVE WINS. from Rob Bell on Vimeo.

Driving and Praying in Trinidad and Tobago

The following is an article I wrote for our seminary newspaper, Kairos.

During the January term, I along with nine other students and Professor Whit Bodman traveled to Trinidad and Tobago to study the religious diversity and interaction between the faiths on this small island nation (1.3 million people, land mass smaller than Delaware). The religious breakdown according to the CIA World Factbook is Roman Catholic 26%, Hindu 22.5%, Anglican 7.8%, Baptist 7.2%, Pentecostal 6.8%, Muslim 5.8%, Seventh Day Adventist 4%, other Christian 5.8%, other 10.8%, unspecified 1.4%, none 1.9%

What became immediately apparent when we left the airport was how glad we were that none of us were behind the wheel. Driving in T & T was a cultural experience in and of itself. We had a chartered Maxi Taxi (something like a VW microbus) and Collins, our driver, to insure we arrived safely at all of our destinations for the duration of our trip. Thank God for Collins and his Maxi. Many of the streets were extremely narrow, there were open drainage gutters (some of which were more like ditches), the traffic was heavy, and there were lots of bends in the road (especially in the mountains). Not to mention the stray dogs, goats, chickens, pot holes, and many pedestrians to be on the lookout for.

I was amazed with the courtesy of the drivers toward each other. There was an understood etiquette and rhythm to traffic there like I have never experienced before. It seemed to us to be organized chaos. Occasionally we found ourselves in a situation where the road was too narrow for more than one vehicle at a time to pass. Often someone had to stop or even back up the street in order to let oncoming traffic through.

That is not to say that there were not close calls. There were also lots of auto repair shops with salvage yards and signs suggesting that body work was a common need. What was apparent though is that the drivers have a spatial awareness, a boldness to cut across traffic and/or enter an oncoming lane which is balanced by a trust that the other driver is going to act appropriately in response to their actions and visa versa. They have adapted to the driving conditions and recognize that if they do not follow this etiquette that there will either be accidents or gridlock.

The interfaith interactions struck me much the same way. They had etiquette towards each other, their beliefs and their traditions that was admirable. They were spatially aware, had at least a cursory understanding of the other faiths, and most people we met did not seem to think that theirs was the only way to salvation. They seemed to understand, like the traffic situations, that if they did not adopt this mindset there would be "accidents and gridlock."

They have adapted and become accustomed to maneuvering among and around people of other faiths as a result of their proximity. It was not uncommon for us to speak to people who were Presbyterian, but had Hindus and/or Muslims within the family. They were also much more public about their faith than we are here in the states. Many of the schools are parochial (of all faiths), so prayers and devotional time are daily occurrences at school for most children. Part of me recoiled slightly at the thought of mixing church and state in this way, but it did seem to foster a tolerance and appreciation for those that believe differently from a young age.

And just like the roadways, although impressive, this is not a utopia of interfaith harmony. They do not always see eye to eye and a few people mentioned that there is tension that is under the surface or only discussed behind closed doors.

Regardless of one's religion, that is how they view the world and God, and that is their reality. Therefore if we are to get along then we had better understand what those around us believe and why. There are many similarities which are easy to see and can give us insight into our own faith, but what may be more significant, as Whit explained during his radio interview on Heritage 101.7 while we were there, is what makes us different. We need to not only understand what we have in common, but what makes us different, and in doing so learn more about ourselves and what we believe.

Here in the states I think we can apply this not only to interfaith, but also to intra-faith (interdenominational) topics. We do not have to agree on everything, and I am certain that we will not, but that does not mean we should not attempt to bridge the gaps that can be bridged while also gaining appreciation and respect for those around us. The more that we do this, the closer to living in harmony we will get.

Trinidad & Tobago Travel Seminar–Week 2

Wednesday, Jan 19th -

In the evening we were treated to a very nice evening by the National Council of Indian Culture. The council has a compound where they hold events and big festivals for Diwali and other celebrations. They put on a program that featured Indian dancers, singers and tons of delicious Indian food. I’ve never eaten so much curry in my life. We had a wonderful time and were stuffed beyond words. We ate chick peas and potatoes, curried mangos, coconut chutney, curried jack fruit, curried corn on the cob, rice pudding, and some others that I have forgot what they were, because there were so many dishes. It was all delicious and we brought leftovers back to the Morton House.

On the way home we swung by the practice yard for Exodus, the Tunupunu (town we are staying in) steel pan band who is practicing for carnival. We only hung around for a few minutes, but it was so cool as you will see and here in this video.

Thursday -

We spent the day in Tobago. The day started very early. We left for the airport at 6:30 and flew 20 minutes to the island of Tobago. We got breakfast at the Tobago airport and were met by a family friend of the Rev. Veda took us back to her house (shuttled the 5 minute drive back and forth in groups of 3 or 4) to eat our breakfast and so we could change into our swim suits. We were then taken to a dock where we boarded a glass bottom boat. We headed out to Bucco Reef where we drifted over the reef and the first mate of the boat explained the different coral formations, vegetation and fish that we could see. We were also given the opportunity to snorkel along side the boat for a bit which I was the first to jump at. Next we headed to a spot called the Nylon Pool which is a pretty cool phenomenon. Because the reef breaks the waves pretty far off shore there is an area of calm that is still a good ways off the coast. It has a white sandy bottom (which is ground coral) and it is only about 3 feet deep. It is literally like swimming in a salt water pool because it is so calm, the water is so clear and the bottom is so white. They claimed that it was a fountain of youth. If you were younger than 40, you would always stay young and if you were over 40 you would take 10 years off your life by swimming in this spot according to our captain and first mate.

Once we returned to shore we headed to a spot for a local favorite – crab and dumplings. I gave tutorials to my classmates on how to pick crabs, but they weren’t much like our Chesapeake blue crabs. They were tasty, but small and in a soup of sorts.

After lunch we went back to Veda’s place to shower, swim in the pool and wait for our tour guide to come get us. We were picked up in a Maxi Taxi and driven all around the Island, stopping at several very scenic spots, as well as having our driver point out some other interesting items on the island. One of our stops was to a fruit and vegetable stand to get fresh coconuts. Several of us got them with the tops cut off so we could drink the coconut water straight out of the coconut and one of them had the jelly inside it that would turn into the pulp that we recognize once the water is gone and it is dried out. The man at the stand cut that one open once we drank all the water and made a spoon out of the husk with his machete so we could scoop out the jelly to eat it. I’m not a huge fan of coconut, but that was delicious!

We continued our tour around the Island right up to the point where we had to check in at the airport for our flight back. We returned to the Morton House at about 10pm, tired, happy and ready to sleep from a very full day.

Friday -

What a busy day! We started out with a visit to a Presbyterian girls’ high school. We met with several members of the administration and talked to them about their school and found they were a bit more rigid than their counterparts at the boys school when it comes to interfaith tolerance. Not that they were intolerant, but they took a harder line when it came to allowing non-Christian students to practice their faith at school. They did allow Muslims to wear hijabs and do acknowledge major holidays of the major religions within the curriculum. We then split into smaller groups and were given a tour by students and got to talk to them quite a bit.

Next we headed to a Mosque for mid-day prayers. When we arrived we were greeted by the primary school students who thought that we were celebrities. They wanted autographs from all of us and several wanted our email addresses. It was pretty funny. We can’t wait for the random Facebook friend requests that will surely be coming from 9 and 10 year old Muslim Trinnies. Barrett taught a gaggle of little boys and girls the “Roll Tide” cheer for his alma mater.

The prayer service itself was a bit bizarre. We had to sit outside the Mosque and basically could only listen. It was much different than my experience with the Mosque and Islamic center that I’ve visited in DC several times. Whit had a lengthy conversation with a young man who didn’t get why we would want to study their faith. He seemed to think we should either keep to ourselves or convert. He felt we couldn’t understand the Koran or their practices if we weren’t Muslim or that if we studied it we would surely decide to convert. As we see in the States, there are those of all faiths who are a bit fundamentalist and there are those that are open and accepting. You can’t paint any group with a broad brush and individual people are going to think and act as individuals. It is unfair to judge any faith because of the zealots within their large umbrellas.

Next we headed to an Ashram for a two hour lesson on the basics of the Hindu philosophy. We were taught by a woman named Mia, who is a student/follower of the local guru Ravi J. It was a very informative and interesting session.

For the evening we went into Port of Spain with Anthony, a member of Aramalaya Presbyterian Church, who we first met on Wednesday night at the NCIC dinner. He is a funny and fun character who showed us where all the young people go to socialize in the big city. We ate at a restaurant called Sweet Lime. Unfortunately, several of our group have been feeling a little under the weather, so they didn’t join us. We had a lot of fun and sampled a few different rum drinks along with creole and Jamaican style cuisine.

Saturday

Saturday started early with a prayer breakfast at Morton House with the Aramalaya congregation. I am writing this during a brief bit of down time before we split up into groups of 2 to shadow local pastors for the next 24 hours. We will be making rounds with and staying at the home of the pastor to whom we have been paired. Several of us are heading South to San Fernando. Barrett is staying here with Brittany to shadow the Rev’s son, who is also a pastor. They will be doing a pre-marital service at a couple’s house and a memorial service tonight for a famous physicist, as well as taking parts of tomorrow morning’s regular Sunday morning services. Alex and I will be together and are anxious to get to San Fernando to find out what it is we will be doing.

Holly, Laura, Sudie, Kristi, Alex, Whit and I rode down to the seminary in San Fernando and met up with our assigned pastors. Alex and I were with the Rev. Anthony Rampersad. He is responsible for the pastoral region in the extreme south west of the island. We found out that Colin, a student who we met last week is a student minister who helps Anthony cover the six churches for which he is responsible, and that on Sunday morning Alex would be with Anthony and I would be with Colin. We also found out that we would be staying with an elder and her mother at their house. We grabbed lunch at Subway, which was a nice change from all the curry we had been eating. (don’t get me wrong, I loved the food, but it was nice to just have a hoagie for a change) On the way from San Fernando to the region we stopped off briefly to see the worlds largest pitch lake in La Brea. There wasn’t a lot to see, but what was impressive was the state of the roads and ground surrounding the pitch lake. There is a lot of underground activity, so the roads were very lumpy (there just isn’t a better word to describe it) and we saw mounds of tar that had bubbled to the surface and dried. Next we headed to the Alfred’s house to meet Judy and her mother, to drop off our bags and to see where we would be staying. The area Alex and I were in was much more rural and closer to the water than most of where we had visited. Alex and I decided it was much more our style. Anthony then drove us around the region and showed us where all of the churches were. We got as close to Venezuela as is possible without getting wet. We stopped off at several parishioners' houses (and were served snacks and beverages at each one). Anthony did not have any special events on his schedule for Saturday, so our time was spent touring and visiting. He was hoping there would be a Hindu wedding (Holly and Laura got to attend one) or something else for us to attend, but we were very happy with what we got to do. We returned to the Alfred’s house for dinner which was prepared by Judy’s mom as well as several dished that were dropped off by a neighbor who was also a member of the Point Fortin Presbyterian Church. We ate more amazing local dishes – chicken, fish, shrimp, puddin’ (which turned out to be blood sausage – delicious!!), and potatoes. Before Anthony left us for the night he gave Alex his assignments for worship in the morning and we called Colin to find out what mine would be. Alex and I spent the rest of the night watching TV with Judy, writing prayers and preparing for worship in the morning.

Sunday -

For me Sunday started very early. Judy and I left the house at six to pick up Colin who borrowed her car for the morning. Colin and I dropped Judy off back at her house and headed south for our seven AM worship at Cedros Presbyterian church. There were about 15 people in attendance. At 8:15, with a fish sandwich and a can of juice brought for us by a woman in the congregation, we headed for our second service of the morning. We had just enough time to drive from one church to the next and the service began upon our arrival. The congregation was about the same size, maybe a few more people and we did basically the same service, although I did notice subtle differences in Colin’s style and sermon, due to the dynamics and style of each church. At both of these services I was responsible for the Prayer of Thanksgiving, blessing the offering, and extending a greeting from our group as well as explaining the purpose for our trip. I was warmly received at both services. They insisted we stay for coffee after the service, although Colin and I had to chug it, jump in the car and head to a third service at Point Fortin. Anthony and Alex also arrived for that service. There was a guest preacher, so Alex, Colin and I had no leadership responsibilities in that service. It was good to worship with Judy, her mother and several of the folks we had met the day before. After church we headed back to the Alfred's house for lunch – no surprise, it was wonderful. After lunch they asked if we wanted to see how they make roti, so we went to visit Marlene and her family (responsible for half of our dinner the night before). There was a special service at four to celebrate and send off a lay pastor who was being assigned to another region, so several women were making food for the reception to follow. Alex and I even got to help grind the chick peas.

Side note for anyone that doesn’t know what roti is….there are many ways to prepare them- but generally it is a wrap, kind of like a tortilla with curried chick peas and potatoes, sometimes meat, sometimes vegetables. The wrap actually had ground chick peas in the dough itself.

Even though we had just had a huge lunch, they insisted that Alex and I each each have some roti while they made wraps for the reception. They also made some “chow” (I have no idea how it is actually spelled). They cut up pomme sitie (sp?) – a fruit growing in their back yard – and seasoned it with hot pepper sauce and garlic. They also gave us ice cream cones…we were bursting. Matthew, their fifteen year old son tried to explain Cricket to us and had me playing his electric guitar. The biggest surprise was probably when the father brought in a live hen and handed it to Alex and I. He was very hard for us to understand, and I think he was having a lot of fun messing with us. He kept referring to me as Rasta Christ, Colin as African Christ, and for Alex we never quite figured out what he was saying – either BaldHead or Bowl Cut Christ. It was a memorable visit to say the least.

The special service in the evening for Mr. Ivan Paul was great. Members from all 6 churches gathered at Point Fortin and there were probably over a hundred in attendance. Alex and I were very surprised to be asked to participate in this service as well. I did the Prayer of Confession and Thanksgiving, while Alex handled the blessing of the offering. There was lots of music at that service and it lasted close to two hours. We stayed around and fellowshipped with our new friends, took lots of pictures and exchanged email addresses. We got many invitations to return and stay with people.

Alex and I agreed that the weekend was definitely the highlight of the whole trip for us. We were sad to part with our new friends, but were extremely excited to see the rest of our group so we could swap stories and see what everyone had been up to. (Of course they put about 10 roti in a bag for Alex and I to take back with us to Tunapuna). The clerk of the Point Fortin session drove us back up north to Morton House. The Saint Andrews students came up to Morton House to visit and have a send off party for us, but several of us didn’t get back in time to see them. Alex and I got back close to 9pm.

Pictures below of Alex with Anthony and both of us with Judy.

We were exhausted. After catching up with our classmates we packed and passed out.

Monday

We left Morton House at 6am, boarded the plane at 8:30 and after a delay at the gate for a mechanical issue we are now airborne and headed for Houston. By the time I get back online to publish this post, we will be in Texas, and most likely I will be publishing once I’m back home in Austin.

What an amazing trip…..and we got credit towards our Master’s Degree to boot!!!!! Can’t beat that!

Photo Albums with all my pictures uploaded to Facebook Album 1 Album 2

Trinidad & Tobago Travel Seminar - Week 1

Monday, Jan 10th -

We had a final pre-trip meeting in Stotts Hall to pack up the books that we donated to St. Andrews Theological College and went over final pre-trip details with Professor Whit Bodman. Each of us took, as our second checked piece of luggage, a box full of books for the seminary library that we would be visiting.

Tuesday Jan 11th -

Our group met on campus at 8 am and got the boxes of books and carpooled to the airport. We flew from Austin to Houston and then from Houston to Port of Spain. We were all excited and our group, who all knew each other, but not necessarily well, quickly bonded. Several had brought along study materials for the Bible Content Exam that will be taken in early February for those of us that are seeking ordination in PC(USA). There was chatting, studying, reading, sleeping and listening to music during our long day of travel.

Once in the Port of Spain airport we made it through customs without too much difficulty. In the airport it was quickly apparent that 11 white people stand out a lot in T&T. Most people that we see are either of Indian or African descent. We were met at the airport by Collins and Carlos in a Maxi Taxi and a van. The van carried our bags and the 11 boxes of books and we all piled in the Maxi Taxi. The Maxi is sort of like a VW Microbus and they are all over the island. It is a cross between a taxi and a city bus. Collins and his Maxi have been chartered to transport our group to all of our sites. We are all glad that we don’t have to drive here. The cars are all right-hand drive, they drive on the opposite side of the streets, the streets are very narrow and the traffic patterns are unique. (After a week, someone in our group joked that if we had been driving we would still be waiting to make our first merge or turn out of the airport). Despite what appear to us to be many near misses and organized chaos, the drivers appear to be very courteous towards each other and there is a sense of etiquette that I wish we could bring back to the states with us.

Once we arrived at Morton House and got settled we were in need of dinner. We piled back into the Maxi Taxi (behind our group in photo above) hoping for some local food, wondering what that might be and ended up at KFC. It was comical, a bit disappointing and a bit difficult for our vegetarian and vegan classmates, but we were happy to eat and excited to be beginning our two week adventure.

Wednesday -

We had breakfast and then met for the first time with the Rev. Everson Sieunarine. “The Rev”, as we have taken to calling him, gave us a brief history of T&T and specifically the Presbyterian Church and John Morton (who built the house that we are staying in and is largely responsible for the high regard that the Trinnies have for the Presbyterian Church to this day). The Rev has been ordained for nearly 50 years and he is of Indian descent. He is quite a character.

Carlos (right) is our trip coordinator. He went over our schedule for the trip and gave an overview of the things that we will be doing and seeing. The Morton House is next door to Aramalaya Presbyterian Church, which is next to a Presbyterian primary school. After Carlos and the Rev spoke, Kristi asked if we would be able to see the school. The Rev was about to go meet with the acting principal (ministers also serve as chaplains to the schools within the denomination, so his visits are frequent) so he took us along. Eleven white people following the Rev through the elementary school caused quite a stir. My tattoos seemed to be pretty interesting to the children from what I could tell by their reactions and from what I heard as we walked through. The school is two stories and they have “open” classroom settings. One floor holds four classes separated by movable chalk boards or bulletin boards. When we got upstairs, they removed the dividers and the room quickly transformed from 4 separate classes into one big assembly. We were introduced to the teachers and students and then treated to several hymns, recitations of prayers, and the singing of the national anthem.

Aramalya Presbyterian Church

Morton House (Home Sweet Temporary Home)

Wednesday night we went into Port of Spain to a club called the “Mas Camp Pub” for a review of the new Calypso songs for this Carnival season. Every year there is a competition for the best new Calypso song(s). The songs were not what I had in mind when I hear the word calypso, but it was very interesting. They were a form of poetry on culture, politics, social commentary, humor, and life in general performed with a backing track of beats and music. Not rap exactly, but an earlier form of it in my observation. We got to try some T&T beer and see local people out for a night on the town and entertainment. It was a lot of fun.

Thursday -

We focused on Hindu and Indian culture. We drove to Waterloo and saw the Temple by the Sea first. This is a Hindu Temple that actually is out in the water a good ways with a path along a bulkhead to reach it. It is small, but really beautiful. We talked to a man who appeared to be a caretaker who explained (along with Whit) the various idols, icons, and worship elements that were in and around the temple.

We stopped at the Indian Cultural Museum and learned about the “East” Indians that came to T&T and how that has impacted the culture of the island.

We also went to the Hannuman Murti, which is a 85 foot tall statue of one of the Hindu deities. As we approached the statue I noticed a door opening in the base of the statue and out stepped a priest, bringing with him a waft of incense having just performed puja (a Hindu prayer ritual). I struck up a conversation with him, explaining who we were and the purpose of our trip. The others soon gathered too and he explained to us that all the Hindu deities were not an indication that the Hindu are any more polytheistic than we Christians are when we speak of the Trinity. Both faiths are describing different aspects of the One God by using analogical language. It was a fascinating conversation and he was a holy man with views on faith and the world that we could easily relate to despite our different traditions and beliefs.

The Rev also showed us around his home town and we stopped at his uncle’s jewelry store. His uncle and other artisans had a shop in the back were they made and repaired jewelry, mainly gold. The Rev is very proud of his Indian heritage and he glowed with excitement at the opportunity to show us his roots and tell us of his family history.

Friday -

We started out with a visit to Hillview College (which is a Presbyterian High School). We met the principal and vice principal and they ushered us into the conference room and brought us all lunch, despite it being mid-morning. We had just had breakfast not too long before, but we didn’t want to refuse their hospitality. Everyone has been extremely gracious hosts and almost everyone tries to feed us.

In the afternoon we made the trek down to San Fernando to visit St. Andrews Theological College, which is a Presbyterian Seminary at the undergraduate level, a four year program. We packed into the Maxi with all the books that APTS is donating to their library. We got to meet the students there and quickly recognized that they were kindred spirits. They were a small group (only 15 students) but it was great to be on a campus with other Presbyterian seminarians in a foreign land. We joined them for worship and then all participated in a seminar on interfaith marriage and interfaith families. Whit, the Moderator of their Synod, and the president of St. Andrews planned to meet and talk about this topic, but the folks in T&T decided it would be a shame to have such a conversation only between those three. So they assembled a panel that included Hindu, Muslim, and Christians and spread the word. The assembly hall was full and the discussion was broadcast on the radio. It was a fine program and we were all proud of Whit for his presentation and happy to see the Presbyterian Church in T&T being as open and interested in reforming and interfaith dialogue as our own PC(USA). After the program the seminary students informed us that they wanted us to lead the prayer service on Saturday morning. We were quite surprised, but quickly went to work planning our service and assigning parts.

Saturday -

Saturday started very early with some unintentional “Cowboy Coffee” when coffee grounds were mistaken for instant. We lead worship and the student body president, Shirvan, played the piano for us. He was so warm and welcoming and wanted to know if any of us were on Facebook. We spent the rest of the morning visiting with the students and participating in their classes (which became a continued discussion from the program the night before). We had lunch with them and several of us will be going back down to visit with them again this Saturday at the end of our trip. We are all hoping that they will come to visit us in Austin and that this will be the beginning of a long relationship between our two schools.

In the afternoon we went down to La Brea to visit a Spiritual Baptist school. Spiritual Baptists are Christians who have incorporated many of their African cultural influences into their worship. We met for a while with Teacher Hazel, who explained their faith and practices to us before giving us a tour of the school and introducing us to the classes. After the formality of being introduced, she had all the classes come together to give us a taste of what their worship is like. With no instruments except their voices, hands and feet they quickly had us clapping and dancing along to hymns that were both familiar and very different at the same time. We left knowing we would be in for quite an experience on Sunday when we were scheduled to worship with them. The service that we would attend was a Thanksgiving Service celebrating the anniversary of a local congregation.

Sunday-

The Spiritual Baptist service did not disappoint. We tried to sit in pews towards the back, but were quickly ushered to seats that were front and center. The sanctuary was set up so that the aisles formed the shape of the cross. The bulk of the pews faced forward like most churches, but the front two sections were perpendicular to them (and to the altar) and facing each other. We had the front row of each of those sections. Much of the “action” occurred right in front of us. The preacher(s) – because of the anniversary, there were 6 or 7 pastors on the altar - would walk up and down in front of us, people would dance up and down the center aisle, and there were worship elements in the “pole” (where the aisles crossed). There was a vase with flowers and a candle, two large bells, glasses of water with flowers in them and other candles alone. Some of the prayers were done there, the bells were rung during songs whenever the spirit moved someone to ring them, the vase (which was brass) would be lifted up and carried around the room, and people would take the glass of water and use the flower to fling water around the congregation. There was no bulletin, so things seemed to be done with a very loose idea of the structure. They started around 10 and our driver was there to pick us up at 1. They didn’t break for lunch until 1:30. We tried to leave, but they insisted that we stay for lunch (and told our driver he would just have to wait). After lunch and saying our goodbyes they told us to wait just a minute longer so they could give each of us a “Thanksgiving” bag that everyone would get at the end of the service. This was special for the anniversary. So we each got a bag full of snack food (fruit, cookies, candy bars, chips, a drink, bread, cake, gum drops, etc). It was all pretty amazing. I recorded audio of some of the service with my iPhone.

We will be trading and sharing pictures when we get back. I don’t know if anyone got any during the service. I felt awkward trying to do that. I wanted to capture it, but it was such an experience that I really just wanted to worship with them and not be a tourist…but I hope someone got a photo or two…

After a quick stop back at Morton House to change, we drove up and over the Northern mountain range to get to the beach. The views going up and and over where amazing although the switchbacks and narrow roads made for an exciting drive. (My friends and family who have been white water rafting and have taken that bus ride up from the Yough will have a good idea of what this ride was like). We got to the beach in the late afternoon, got to do some swimming and saw lots of Trinnies enjoying themselves. Then for dinner we had a local favorite - Bake and Shark. It’s basically a fish sandwich on locally made rolls. They have a fixings bar that had lots of great condiments, lettuce, tomato, cucumber, pineapple and some other things that I didn’t recognize. It was delicious, although the sauce I chose was really spicy.

Monday –

We went to the capital city for some touristy stuff, but 4 of us got to accompany Whit for a pretty neat experience. He, Alex, Barrett, Sudie and I were interviewed on the radio for a program about religion and faith. I have no idea how widely broadcast the station is or how many people actually listened to us, but it was fun and I think we did a good job of representing our group and the school. I think our Theology professor would have been happy with the answers we gave to several of the questions.

The rest of the group went to some shops while we did that. We joined them for some lunch and then sightseeing around Port of Spain. We saw the parliament building (site of the coup attempt in 1990), a couple of churches, government buildings of one sort or another and then drove up the coast a bit. Unfortunately we weren’t able to participate in the evening Vespers at the Benedictine Monastery in the evening as planned. But it was nice to relax after a lot of walking in the heat and sun. My leg is holding out OK. Today was a big walking day though so I was happy to sit for the entire evening.

Tuesday -

We had a teacher and priest from the Orisha tradition come to Morton House to speak to us this morning. Orisha is the umbrella term used for various African traditions that have come to the Caribbean, sometimes referred to as Voodoo. His presentation was very interesting and it was surprising how much I was able to relate to in the theology that he described, although the vocabulary was extremely foreign to us. We hope to get to visit the “yard” where they perform ceremonies later this week although I don’t know how likely it is that they will be able to add it to our schedule. It may be something that future trips to T&T get to experience.

After lunch we went to a Mosque which was located inside a compound which included a pre-school, a primary school, and secondary schools, one for girls and one for boys too. We met with six gentlemen who told us about their group, the schools and their faith. They had many questions for Whit and were interested in the purpose of our trip. They were happy to be reassured that we were not coming to convert anyone, that we disagree with extremists in the Christian world as much as they do with those in Islam, and that we want to combat stereotypes as much as they do. We got a brief tour and posed for pictures with them and Barrett and I made arrangements to connect with the youngest of them on Facebook (the tool of international and interfaith networking….of course).

We returned to Morton House for dinner and to prepare for an evening of viewing a Mas Camp, where Carnival costumes are designed and made as well as a steel pan rehearsal for Carnival. Unfortunately before we were to leave, we received word that the Rev had collapsed at a bus stop and was rushed to the hospital unresponsive. We have spent the evening praying and awaiting word on his condition. When speaking of her time in India, Sudie talked to us about collecting honorary grandparents. Several days ago we decided that the Rev was an honorary grandfather for all of us. We hope he makes a full recovery quickly. Knowing he will not be able to accompany us to Tobago on Thursday is quite a disappointment. He is an entertaining and informative tour guide and the experience will not be the same without him. Keep him and his family in your prayers, please.

Wednesday -

We were very pleased to find out in the morning that the Rev was awake, alert and knew where he was. He isn’t allowed any visitors and we are hoping that he is well enough to be released before our trip is over.

In the morning we went to another town, to a Hindu shine that is used for yoga twice a week. We got to practice yoga with the people of that town for over an hour.

This afternoon we were visited by a Muslim of the (?) sect which is not considered Muslim by most other Muslims. It was a difficult visit. I will hold the belief that he did not necessarily represent his faith totally or accurately. He insulted two of our classmates before he even started to talk about religion, so we were off to a bad start. He then proceeded to tell us what was inaccurate about our faith and how his is the only religion that accepts and loves everyone regardless of faith. He was full of conspiracy theories about US foreign policy and many other things which did not help the dialogue. We parted cordially, but I do not think that either of us gained much from the exchange.