My German Vacation Journal 9: Berlin

Leaving Wittenberg after a European breakfast of assorted cheeses, Nuremberg sausage, fruit, danishes, croissants, tea and coffee, we drove through the German countryside near Potsdam on our way to Berlin. Crisp asphalt lanes lined with white wooden posts streamed past our periphery like toppled bowling pins and leafy hardwood trees formed a canopy over our…… Continue reading My German Vacation Journal 9: Berlin

My German Vacation Journal 8: Facebook in 1517 on a church door

Thursday was wild card day so we chose a city of interest between Friday’s Berlin walk-about and Rothenburg. Martin Luther is a famous catalyst for the Protestant reformation and in the year 1517 he posted 95 reasons why indulgences, buying and selling absolution for sins, was contrary to the standard of sola scriptura, or by…… Continue reading My German Vacation Journal 8: Facebook in 1517 on a church door

My German Vacation Journal 7: cobblestone beauty

For a brief moment we touched 180 kph on the autobahn, but now we drove on cobblestone streets lined by structures dating back to 1170. Rothenburg ob der Tauber ( red fortress over the Tauber river), is our home for two days. Amongst the ruin of a city called the “most German of German” cities…… Continue reading My German Vacation Journal 7: cobblestone beauty

My German Vacation Journal 6: trains canoes and shoes

To the train we skipped along a trail by the lake, under a bridge, into a tunnel, to Rathaus, or council house where the city government is located. We ate bratwurst and currywurst and walked to get gelato. Then canoes on the Alster river, a network of lazy canals winding behind huge beautiful homes with…… Continue reading My German Vacation Journal 6: trains canoes and shoes

My German Vacation Journal 5: Cathedrals in Our Hearts

After breakfast we opened the French doors as a breeze gently entered our room off sun-drenched Lake Alster. Just as a breeze blew in on Pentecost in the book of Acts. Just as that same breeze ripples through the lives of my family in a non-coercive way. Gently, hopefully, faithfully, lovely. I listened to my…… Continue reading My German Vacation Journal 5: Cathedrals in Our Hearts

My German Vacation Journal 4: Breakfast at Lake Alster Hotel

“See dad, this is why I love Europe.” Lauren chirped as I awaited the definitive progressive announcement of civilization, a word picture that sums it all up. “Hmm, what is it?” I intoned with jet lag weariness. “They have armoires!” “What’s an armoire?” said Jenna. God bless my cultured children. This morning we awoke to…… Continue reading My German Vacation Journal 4: Breakfast at Lake Alster Hotel

My German Vacation Journal 3: Beethoven, Porgy and Bess

Meanwhile high above Nova Scotia I’m watching the Salzburg choir and symphony perform a majestic piece by Bach and I’m reminded of a great scene from Band of Brothers illustrating how horror and beauty inhabit the same landscape. American paratroopers of the 101st airborne are sitting in the bombed out shell of a building observing…… Continue reading My German Vacation Journal 3: Beethoven, Porgy and Bess

My Germany Vacation Journal 2: Lord, I just want to see, and eat some bratwurst

The things you see when you travel, airports, planes and places of sanctity I’ve heretofore resisted revealing. I stood next to a young man in the Tulsa airport men’s only place of business expressing our relief and noticing his multitask wizardry. He was text messaging. I won’t ask to borrow his phone I won’t I…… Continue reading My Germany Vacation Journal 2: Lord, I just want to see, and eat some bratwurst

My German Vacation Journal 1: living with our past while hoping in our future

It’s 1969 and I’m in the woods looking for Germans along with my nine year old buddies helping our friend Tom celebrate a birthday before the advent of chuckie cheese. He wanted to play war games after cake and ice cream so we drifted through the timber firing our fingers like browning automatic rifles at…… Continue reading My German Vacation Journal 1: living with our past while hoping in our future