Monthly Archives: April 2014

“We must therefore, brothers, be baptized by the same stream as the Savior was. But in order to be dipped in the same water, we do not require the regions of the East nor the river in Jewish lands, for now Christ is everywhere and the Jordan is everywhere.  The same consecration that blessed the rivers of the East sanctifies the waters of the West.  Thus even if perchance a river should have some other name in this world, there is in it nonetheless the mystery of the Jordan.”

Excerpt from Sermon #13, On the Grace of Baptism, by 4th Century Bishop St. Maximus of Turin

Petting sheep at Iona (by Naomi)

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Today was another beautiful sunny day on the island of Iona. We walked to the North beaches to hunt for special rocks and play in the sand and water.

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On our way back, as we walked through the field, I went to a momma sheep that was laying on the ground, and I bent down and started to pet her.  It just stayed there, munching on the grass.  Her wool coat was fuzzy and soft.  I could feel the oil on the wool and it reminded me of the wool we had felt in the wool spinnery back in Vermont.

 

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Later on the path, we came across a group of mommas and lambs.  Some of them were nursing.  But this one little baby lamb had an orange jacket on, and it was trying to find its mommy.  It was going from sheep to sheep, but they were butting him away—even the other baby lambs.  Finally, it found its momma and started to nurse.

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April 12-21

The second leg on our pilgrimage arc in the UK takes us to the Iona Community on the Isle of Iona.  Erik first heard about the Iona Community in the late 1980’s and the music, worship life, and approach to Christian practices struck a deep and sympathetic chord within.  (Five hymns composed or arranged by Iona’s John Bell are included in our Evangelical Lutheran Worship hymnal, including three of Erik’s favorites: 721, 798 & 814.)

The opportunity to spend this sacred time with the Iona Community during Holy Week and Easter is a dream come true.  We are on the island for nine days, from the Saturday prior to Palm Sunday to the Monday after Easter.  We are staying at the Macleod Centre, a spacious and light-filled building especially suited to families, which has a well-stocked craft room. In 563AD the Irish monk Columba (Colum Cille) established a monastic settlement that evangelized large parts of Scotland and the north of England and became an important center of European Christianity. In the Middle Ages it became the site of a Benedictine abbey, and over the centuries it has attracted many thousands of people on their own pilgrim journeys.

The current Iona Community was founded in Glasgow and Iona in 1938 by George MacLeod, minister, visionary and prophetic witness for peace, in the context of the poverty and despair of the Depression.  From a dockland parish in Govan, Glasgow, he took unemployed skilled craftsmen and young trainee clergy to Iona to rebuild both the monastic quarters of the mediaeval abbey and the common life by working and living together, sharing skills and effort as well as joys and achievement. That original task became a sign of hopeful rebuilding of community in Scotland and beyond. The experience shaped – and continues to shape – the practice and principles of the Iona Community.

Disappointment, Discovery, and Satisfaction

We’d investigated the options for a tour from Dublin to New Grange to see ancient Irish artifacts and burial ground via a bus tour, but in order to do so, we had to first return the rental car we acquired for our visit to Glendalough the day before. This task proved to be much more complicated that it had any right to be, as the one-way streets and unfamiliar traffic patterns send us around and around in circles.  As futility mounted, we made the decision to drop Chris and kids off near Trinity College for the tour bus pickup point, while I continued on the quest to find our rental car station, struggled through the maze of one-way streets as time slipped away. Meanwhile, Chris and kids got aboard the Mary Gibbons tour bus, and were traveling with it making additional pickups. The tour leader Mary tried to be as accommodating as possible, and Chris borrowed a local phone to contact me, but in the end it became was clear that there was no way I could conclude my rental car obligations before the tour deadline.  So Chris and kids, greatly disappointed, had to step off the bus; the trip to New Grange denied.

What to do now?  Today was to have been one of our great encounters with ancient Ireland…now it was ruined.  Thank God Chris had wanted to go bring us to Glendalough—a place about which I new nothing, a place which, as it turned out, proved foundational and the first step on our Celtic pilgrimage. Not all was lost…we can move forward through this.

I walked, dejected, over to Trinity College, the place where we were to meet.  And as I arrived I went onto the campus to see if I could locate the Book of Kells exhibit. It turned out to be easy to find the Library where it resides, and the lines to get in were, it turned out, exceptionally short. Perhaps as a consolation we could all take in this exhibit—which was something we had hoped and planned to do in any event while in Dublin.

Walking back to our meeting place just outside the Trinity College campus, and met Chris, Kai and Naomi as they arrived. We embraced and expressed our deep frustration and disappointment at the loss of the New Grange opportunity. Then I told them about the Book of Kells exhibit. Perhaps seeing the Book of Kells would blunt our disappointment. We went in, and soon became engrossed in the comprehensive exhibit, which included displays and videos on the craft of making ancient manuscripts with all the steps down to the minutest detail. It was fantastic! And then we got to see the book itself, under glass and dim light.  (The pages are changed regularly to keep it from growing more faded after 13 hundred years.) We also saw additional manuscripts from the ancient monastic tradition. Truly remarkablebook_kells_english.

The Book of Kells is thought to have been written and illuminated on the Isle of Iona in the 8th century, perhaps to honor St. Columba, before being brought for safe keeping to Kells in the wake of attacks on the island by marauding Vikings in the 9th century. It was stolen in the 11th century, at which time its cover was torn off and it was thrown into a ditch. The cover, which most likely included gold and gems, has never been found, and the book suffered some water damage; but otherwise it is extraordinarily well-preserved. In 1541, at the height of the English Reformation, the book was taken by the Roman Catholic Church for safekeeping. It was returned to Ireland in the 17th century, and Archbishop James Ussher gave it to Trinity College, Dublin, where it resides today. The Book of Kells was written on vellum (calfskin), which was time-consuming to prepare properly but made for an excellent, smooth writing surface. 680 individual pages (340 folios) have survived, and of them only two lack any form of artistic ornamentation. In addition to incidental character illuminations, there are entire pages that are primarily decoration, including portrait pages, “carpet” pages and partially decorated pages with only a line or so of text. As many as ten different colors were used in the illuminations, some of them rare and expensive dyes that had to be imported from the continent. We saw examples of the raw pigments in the exhibit. The main focus of the book is the Four Gospels. Each one is preceded by a carpet page featuring the Gospel’s author—Matthew, Mark, Luke or John.

P1040749 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)Upstairs in the Trinity College library we discovered another exhibit about Brian Boru (11th century), with a series of gorgeous contemporary silk paintings depicting this Norse saga, and the oldest surviving harp in Ireland—a willow and P1040772 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)oak harp associated (wrongly, it turns out) with Boru. This harp actually dates from the 15th century.) The library itself looks like somethinP1040729 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)g you would find at Hogwarts, with a great central room with plenty of natural light rising up several floors over the main floor reading area.

Leaving the exhibit we found a gift shop downstairs where we picked up several souvenirs and gifts. But the purchase that was most consequential was a miniature rugby ball Kai had his heart set on. (That ball proved to be one of the best purchases we would make on our whole trip!)  By now we were famished, and were directed by a store host to a wonderful buffet restaurant across the street where we found a wonderful, hot meal in a warm and lively atmosphere. By the end of lunch we were fully recovered from our misadventures.

The day is still young, however, so we take our time strolling back toward our apartment, stopping to play at the park adjacent to St. Patrick’s Cathedral.  There we enjoy tossing the miniature rugby ball, playing on the structure, and just enjoying the beautiful afternoon.P1040835 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)

Then it’s on to see Father Martin Nolan, former head of the Augustinian Order, retired Roman Catholic priest, and close friend of the Hauger family whom Chris and her family first met when they were stationed in Nigeria in 1969.  We are relieved and happy that Martin, who was recovering from a stroke, is able to spend an hour with us alone, and we enjoy our visit with himP1040885 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC) immensely.  After hugs, kisses, and good-byes, we entered St. John’s Church and, in a custom that would be observed throughout our travels, light candles as gestures of prayer for Martin and others we love.

Now, after a very full day, it is dinnertime.  Where to go?  We walk past Christ Church and toward the Temple Bar district, but nothing appeals to us. Many of those restaurants stop serving food and concentrate on drink fairly early in the evening. After walking a few blocks further, we turn around, and as we begin to walk back,P1040969 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC) hunger pains increasing, Kai spies the AZTECA restaurant across the street. Mexican food in Dublin? Why not! Over we go.

Stepping inside P1050001 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)the small restaurant we are welcomed by Antonio and see a young couple engaged in what looks like a cooking lesson. Kai and Naomi, naturally curious, go over to watch the cooking lesson and in moments the host and owner of the restaurant, Hugo, invites them to join in!  They wash hands, get aprons, and proceed to make what will be their own dinner…a wonderful serendipitous experience, so unexpected and wonderful, that brings the day to an end in a memorable way.  P1040999 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)P1050008 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)

The day we experienced turned out to be so different from what we had planned.  Yet, every part of it was significant and taught us something about the need for flexibility and serendipity on this sabbatical journey.  Hopefully these are lessons we’ll keep close to us in the day and weeks ahead.

Celtic Christianity: Glendalough

P1040526 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC) For our second foray out of Dublin, we rented car and drove to Glendalough to see the 6th century monastic community and tower founded by St. Kevin (498-618) .  Glendalough (or Gleann Da Loch, meaning ‘The Glen of the Two Lakes’) is situated in the heart of the Wicklow Mountains National Park.  Chris was familiar with the site, having visited here in 1984, but this was my first experience of ancient Celtic Christianity and it proved to be both lovely and meaningful.

A marvelous visitor’s center introduced us to the golden age of Irish History:  the Ireland of Scholars and Saints.  Set in a glaciated valley with two lakes, the monastic remains include a superb round tower, stone churches and decorated crosses. The round tower is one of the most recognizable landmarks in the area. The site also includes a Celtic high cross, St. Mary’s Church and St. Kevin’s Church.

The day was overcasP1040585 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)t and quiet, but occasional sun breaks brightened both the skies and our spirits.  While walking the route toward the lower of the valley’s two lakes, we spied browsing deer and as the sun broke through, we turned to witness a rainbow shining brightly, it’s terminus illuminatingIMG_2300 St. Kevin’s church, tower and cemetery.  We took it as a providential sign of blessing!  Standing at the shP1040640 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)ore of the lake where the hermit St. Kevin once spent long nights vigil was a powerfully moving experience.  Truly this is a spiritual place!

Sunday in Dublin and Monooth

P1040395 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC) We began our Sunday with worship at Christ Church Cathedral, in the heart of Dublin, built upon the foundations of the much older walls laid by Viking settlers over a 1,000 years before. We sat up front (later we learned it was where the mayor sits when present).  A marvelous mixed choir led much of the liturgy, and a personal tour of the Cathedral followed afterward by a older gentleman—Des—who took us under his wing. He shared some of his “inside knowledge” about thP1050036 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)e Cathedral’s history and quirks. (For example, the money face a mischievous sculpture carved into one of the arches of the nave!) Then it was downstairs for refreshments and fellowshIMG_2400ip in the crypt, where we also discovered the mummified cat and mouse made famous by the quote in James Joyce’s Finnegan’s Wake: “…As stuck as that cat to that mouse in that tube of that Christchurch organ…”)

In the afternoon, we took the train down to Manooth to see the Davis family – Paul and GranP1040477 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)nier, their children Thomas and Hannah, and Paul’s parents Paddy and Deirdre.  As a high school exchange student, Paul had come to Seaside, Oregon, which is where Chris first met him.  Then, during her visit to Ireland in 1984 Chris had spent time in a home stay with Paul’s parents Paddy and Deirdre.  It was a lighthearted gathering, full of good humor, and the as a bonus the kids came away with a bag full of St. PaddP1040462 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)y’s Day paraphernalia!

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Ireland away!

P1040323 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)After three wonderful days in Edinburgh we hopped on a plane, flew across the Irish Sea, and landed in Dublin!  I (Chris) had been in Dublin for just 5 days exactly 30 years ago whP1040329 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)en I was on a college study abroad program.  I remember vividly the impression I had of Ireland at that time – that it was a country filled with some of the friendliest, most welcoming people I had ever met.  That still is true!

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Our bus ride atop a double-decker bus took us through a lovely, busy, Dublin, along the Liffy River, past the Temple Bar neighborhood, famous for its many pubs, great music, and raucous atmosphere, and to our apartment.  After unpacking our things we wandered along the bustling streets (look RIGHT when crossing!) enjoyed hearing a P1040346 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)street musician and his hurdy-gurdy, and finally landed at a nearby pub for dinner. Fish and chips was the order of the day, and we soon discovered that in Ireland, the fish is cooked with the skin on! We thoroughly enjoyed a conversation with two fun and friendly women at the adjacent table, who were on their once a month outing, which they dubbed “Cheap and Cheery”—the mandatory requirement for the chosen activity of the day.P1040350 (2014_08_22 02_37_08 UTC)

Edinburgh

 

Bagpipes greet us in central Edinburgh on our first day in the city
Bagpipes greet us in central Edinburgh on our first day in the city

After “crossing the pond” in an overnight flight April 1-2, we arrived without incident in Edinburgh, Scotland, and spent the first day exploring the city rather than napping, in hopes of beating jet lag; and the strategy worked! (Thanks for the tips, Aunt Randi and Uncle Albert!)

Soon our ears picked up the sounds of Scotland’s national instrument–the bagpipes, and we had a wonderful moment taking in the sights and sounds of our new temporary home.  The experiences during our first 3 days in Edinburgh were many and came swiftly; Edinburgh Castle, whose rich stories stretch back through the centuries; grey stone buildings under gray skies, lending the city a sense of fortitude and heaviness; friendly and helpful residents, who willingly helped us at every turn; and amid all the sculptures, cathedrals and monuments, a playground that proved the most welcome site to two little people we know.

We look forward the extra days we’ll have in Edinburgh after our return from Ireland.

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Playground adjacent to St. Cuthbert’s Church.

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Kai checks to see how easily (or not) he might fit into Mons Meg, the great cannon that kept time in the city for years after long duty mounted high on the Castle Fortress, as a potent deterent against those with designs tot invade the city.

 

 

April 5-9

The first stop on our pilgrimage arc in the British Isles begins in Dublin, Ireland, adopted home of St. Patrick (5th century), who, kidnapped at age 16 from his family in Roman Britain by Irish pirates, was kept as a slave/shepherd for six years.  During this time, the seed of Christian faith, part of his family upbringing, took root within him in a new way.  During his 6th year of servitude, Patrick heard a Voice tell him he was soon going home and that his ship was ready.  So Patrick escaped, fleeing 200 miles on foot to a port where he persuaded a ship’s captain to allow him on board. He later returned as a missionary to Ireland, bringing the Christian gospel with him.

During our sojourn in Ireland, we look forward to connecting with Augustinian priest Father Martin Nolan, whom Chris and her family first came to know when they were serving as missionaries in Nigeria in 1968-1969.  We also look forward to renewing acquaintance with the Davis family, whom Chris met during a college study program abroad in 1984.

Other hoped for connections include deeper exploration of Earth-bound Celtic spiritual roots that found expression in the early forms of Christianity that emerged from Ireland.  They also look forward to beholding the Book of Kells, circa 800, and other ancient manuscripts which were products of the scriptoriums associated with monasteries and abbeys of the region.  It was the careful work of these scriptoriums, which helped preserve the patrimony of classic Western civilization after Rome fell in the 5th century and the great libraries were set to flame by the invading barbarians. (Read more about this in John Cahill’s masterful book, How the Irish Saved Civilization.)  The place of origin of the Book of Kells is generally attributed to the scriptorium of the monastery founded around 561 by St Colum Cille (St. Columba) on the Island of Iona.