ENTRY 1264 | March
All of my
connections were on time, so I arrived in Belfast Wednesday evening,
by bus from Dublin, a road trip of over 100 miles and over two hours
drive time. Marda met me at the Dublin airport (her husband Ward lives
with Parkinson's, so is less active). As usual, I slept very little
on the flights from San Francisco (10 hours, give or take) and from
London (one hour), so I was ready to turn in at around 9:30 local
with my previous post, "Possessed by our possessions," I
was struck the next day by feelings of being somewhat dispossessed
because I lacked many of the everyday accoutrements of life. Though
I brought a huge duffle bag and a large carryon full of clothing,
toiletries, some reading material, electronic items and the Orthodox
calendar, most of which is still inaccessible because, living in an
unfurnished room, I have no place yet to unpack. Marda and I went
to a large modern thrift store in East Belfast Thursday where I bought
a bed, dresser, and computer table, which will be delivered on Monday.
So it begins again.
I'm sure our
father in the Faith, Abraham, and his wife Sarah, their nephew Lot
and a large retinue of attendants and servants, went through the same
feelings every time they pitched their tents in their journey from
Ur to what is now Israel in the first major journey recorded in the
Holy Scriptures. They had to carry along food and water for themselves
and their livestock, pottery for their cooking, eating, and other
requirements, and many things they had acquired or made to facilitate
their daily needs even in their relatively primitive time and place.
keep us aware that we are always sojourners here, traveling through.
We should learn as much as we can about what God provides through
nature and Providence, and give back as much as we can to the generations
succeeding us; we should always engage and contribute to culture.
But always we remember, our homeour eternal abodeis somewhere
are, above, St. Mary's Church, a Church of Ireland (Anglican) parish
that is directly across from our current abode. It is so large that
I had to walk some three short blocks to get all of the spire in,
and even still could not capture the weathervane atop it (Anglican
parishes are distinguished from Catholic ones here by the weathervanes
on the former and crosses on the latter).
three "only in the UK" views captured since my arrival.
was struck by this shop (above) appended to a car service station
selling "cash and carry coal." The lowest priced bag of
coal (probably 100 pounds) is £6.40, well over $10. Am I dreaming
or was there a time I can remember when a ton of coal could be bought,
delivered to your house, for a dollar? I'm sure $5 is part of my memories
from childhood years, at least. These bags of coal are presumably
meant for use primarily in fireplaces, which are still common here
as a major part of the home heating scheme.
there are chimney sweeps in American cities, too, they're much more
part of the English culture. This advert is next to the alley adjacent
to our townhouse.
sign designating our townhouse and its residents' ministries as "The
Loom" has been added since my previous visit here in October
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If you missed
my earlier entry giving an overview of my new venture in Northern
Ireland, check it out here.
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