It’s on days like today, after a week of irritatingly foul weather (pardon the previous snow rant!), that I come to profound realizations that go something like this:  “Huh?”  As in, “What have I ever done to deserve this?”  I was out on a walk this afternoon in the hills above Riedlingen, looking across the […]

There is something about snow that shoves me precariously close to the edge of sanity—that drop-off where relatively lucid and balanced missionaries turn into raving lunatics whose vocabulary and general countenance are anything but honorable.  I’m not sure where the pathological aversion comes from.  It’s not like I was once stranded in a blizzard in […]

Due date:  May/June ’07Gender:  Non-specificGestation:  7 monthsExpectant parents:  me!Pre-birth emotions:  fear, trepidation, excitement, anticipation, head-slapping, repeating “Why am I doing this?” over and over again…the usual, in other words! You know how expecting women see an ultrasound of their child and suddenly realize they’re really, truly pregnant?  Well, I haven’t seen an ultrasound of my […]

It’s a bird!  It’s a plane!  It’s a…..rastafarian clown hot-air balloon?? You never know what you’re going to see in the skies above Holzen.  This evening was no exception!  Mari Ellen and I were off on a culinary adventure when we saw this:   But the true “giggle moment” came when the happy dude descended […]

I’ve spent the better part of the past six hours composing a poem to my friends and relatives stranded in distant places where winter means temperatures so cold they ought to be called “Simon Cowell” (study up on pop-culture if you don’t know who that is), landscapes so barren they ought to be called “Sarah” […]

Well, I survived.  School retreat was everything it’s supposed to be: memorable, profound, ridiculous, scenic, and sleepless.  This year’s event took place in the enchanting city of Nuernberg, as historical as it is beautiful.  Its appeal is not dependent on the time of day, as attested by these two photos taken from my room’s window: […]

“Stick to what you know” is the usual writer’s adage.  In other words, if you live on dry ground, don’t write poetry about the wonders of gills, and if you’re, say, a boy, don’t write editorials about the discomforts of stiletto heels…except, of course, if you’re one of the boys who live near the Moulin […]

What a testament to God’s faithfulness and provision the three Candlelight Dinners were!  And your prayers were felt throughout the preparations and performances.  As I sat in the technical booth watching strangers walk by with plates filled with food, I wondered at the number of Germans who had decided to attend our event rather than […]

My toes are dangling over the edge and I’m trying very hard to avert my eyes from the abyss of insanity yawning before me like an inevitable next step! As time (and by “time”, I mean “every minute in the day”) is limited, I’ll summarize that chaos as succinctly as I can, namely in pictures.  […]

[Disclaimer:  I get soooooo frustrated by the way Xanga takes pictures with brilliant colors and dumbs them down into faded, cataracted, and depthless shots.  I promise you these pictures are much more vivid in real life!] I went on an excursion last weekend, accompanied by my ever-lovely, fun and fascinating buddy Mari Ellen.  The destination […]