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Now Showing -- Amazing Grace

The Bishop's Rating: aaaaa (Five out of five marks)

Very much worth the $5.50 price!

The recommendations came from a wide range of people. In fact, so many people recommended this movie to me that I was intrigued. I was afraid that it would be another heavy handed "Christian movie" that basically only Christians would want to see.

I enjoyed this movie on so many levels that it is hard to know where to start. Basically it is the story of William Wilberforce, the British Member of Parliament that sponsored the bill to abolish the slave trade in all English colonies. This may not sound like much of a story to you, but you could not be more wrong. This movie is a story of love, penance, redemption and grace.
The title Amazing Grace comes from the song of the same title which was written by a former Slave Ship captain. Wilberforce was a student of this captain who had become a "protestant monk" after his conversion.
The movie shows the important role that Wilberforce's wife played in her encouragement to continue to fight the fight, although he had lost the effort 39 times over 18 years (a fact that is not in the movie).
I also appreciated the depiction of Colitis, which afflicted Wilberforce and now affects my wife. The physical and emotional suffering that he endured served to make him even more aware of a life lived well.
Far from Christian Cheese this movie should appeal to a wide audience, and encourage many to be who they have been created to be.

The sad fact is that I believe that most people will not see this movie. One point in the movie was that "great men" most often become great through actions that haunt them, yet Wilberforce proved to be a great man through actions that blessed others. It is a beautiful story; sadly a story that most likely will not sell.

European Efficiency

Before Thanksgiving our government announced that travelers who plan to fly place their carry-on liquids and gels (less than 3 oz per container) in a quart sized plastic bag.

Simple enough?

Apparently not.

Almost a month later about every third traveler passing through security holds up the line while they dig their liquids out of their bag and throw away their bottled water or 32 oz Coke. It took about 20 minutes to get through security in the States.

When in Amsterdam a few weeks ago I noticed that there were multiple stations set-up throughout the airport with a few simple things. Large posters explaining the new regulations (in multiple languages and symbols), uniformed attendants who were screening passengers as they walked by (asking "Are you carrying any liquids or gels?") and plastic bags for people who were carrying such items. By the time we got to the security check we had passed two such stations and had had plenty of opportunity to make adjustments to our carry-on bags.

It took less than five minutes to get through a thorough security check in Amsterdam (including taking a survey about how the airport could improve services) and proceed to the gate. I truly appreciate northern European efficiency.

Security at Heathrow, Art.com

Celebrating 18 years of happy matrimony

My love busting a pose on the bridge across the moat of the Baroque palace of Schloss Gymnich in Germany.

A wonderful place to celebrate a wonderful gift from God of 18 years of happy matrimony!

Located west of Cologne, Germany this palace was originally constructed in 1390. The castle suffered a fire in 1642 and was restored in 1655. It has served many purposes including official government functions. It is now a wonderful Bed and Breakfast.

Quote of the Weak - Wisdom

"Getting older does not mean you are wise, it just means you are old."

- Günther Schulze, SCFS Board Member

"A wise man will hear, and will increase learning; and a man of understanding shall attain wise counsels."
(Proverbs 1:5)

Old Man in Armchair, Unknown (17th century) Art.com

Quote of the Weak -- Church Architecture

"Architects could design church spaces that encourage people to use more of their senses than just sight or hearing. Think of the possibilities if architects were to consider the five senses not in isolation from one another but in harmony with each other.
God gave us five senses for a reason. People need to look, to listen, to touch, to taste, and to smell when they are praising God. "

-- Leonard Sweet (Church Architecture for the 21st Century, Christianity Today 1999)

While I disagree with most of his article (too much emphasis on innovation and video screens) I very much like his thoughts concerning the harmony of senses in worship.

Sublime and Ridiculous

Graffiti in the bell tower

I really should stop swearing oaths. It is an exercise in ungodliness, and besides that I almost always end up breaking my word eventually. Other than my marriage vow and an oath never to eat at Shoney's again, most of my rash vows have been broken.

I climbed the stairs of the bell tower in the cathedral in Cologne a couple of years ago. It was worth the trouble and the 2 euro they charge. After ascending and descending the 500+ stones stairs of the narrow passageway to the historic bells I said, "Well, I'll never do that again." What I should have said was, "I'd rather not do that again."

Two years later I found myself purchasing another 2 euro ticket for the privledge of losing my breath and getting cramps in my legs. My daughter was traveling with me and I thought it would be a crime not to take her to the top of the tower and see the view of the city. It was worth the trouble of course, and I took a picture of her that is one of my favorites.

I had already seen the bells and the view so this time my attention was turned to the graffiti that fills the inner walls of the tower stairway. Lovers, students, pilgrims, Satanists and others had taken their turns memorializing their journey to the cathedral by writing inscriptions with a variety of tools and languages. I was repulsed by the bold vandalism and at the same moment tempted to memorialize our visit. In some way we want to be a part of the greatness of the 700 year old building, and the permenance, faith and hope it represents. Graffiti on top of graffiti had made much of the writing illegible and served to illustrate the nameless mass of people that have come and gone like fading letters over the years.

Patrons of the cathedral are buried in eloquent coffins and tombs littering the main floor of the cathedral. Stained glass windows serve as reminders of great men through the ages. An elderly woman kneels in prayer. A group of Asian tourists snap photos. A priest with a coin box strapped to his chest scolds men who forget to remove their hats as they enter the holy place. Gift shops built into the outer walls peddle scale models of the cathedral, religious books and pornographic post cards. A man dressed in a blue bodysuit and wearing a jester's hat performs for the crowds outside the front door. A three-piece accordion band from the Ukraine plays classical music in the courtyard. A street artist spends his day chalking a picture of Mozart on the sidewalk. McDonald's is just across the narrow street and located next door to a hundreds of years old bier haus. It is both sublime and ridiculous.

It is in this place that I am reminded that our names are written in a place that is eternal. I take a deep breath and for a moment I cease despairing of the vanity of life.

That is a good Irish name but, you're not Irish.

Some years ago I was on a flight from England to Germany. Many of my fellow passengers were Irish students on holiday. I struck up a conversation with the lads' teacher and shared with her my love of all things Irish. As a matter of fact I have a good Irish name, "Patrick Shae Beard". With a wonderfully thick Irish accent her reply came, "Aye, that is a good Irish name, but you're not Irish then, are you."

On the return trip home I passed through Heathrow not long after the IRA had bombed some place in London. The security agent looked over my passport and asked me to follow him. "Is there a problem officer?" "Just need to do a bit of checking, mate. Where are you from originally?" "Mississippi." "So, you were born in America?" "Yes." "Any family from Ireland?" "No, well my great, great grandfather. Why?" "Well, you see you have this Irish name, and we have had a bit of trouble recently from the Irish..." It was my first experience at racial profiling.

I'm a true American mutt with as much French blood as Irish or English. To the Irish, I'm not Irish at all. To the English, I'm a bit too Irish. Oh, well -- Viva America!