Monthly Archives: September 2009

5 hours to Canada

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12

Confession: I’ve never been out of the country.

…until last night.

If you’re reading this, then I guess Drew and I made it across the border to Canada yesterday. Believe it or not, Canada is just a few hours North of where we live. Visiting Quebec City was on our list of things to do while in New England, and we’ve finally set aside about five days to make it happen.

Where?

HERE

Yes, this area of Canada speaks both French and English. I took French in college, piled on top of the Spanish I took in highschool, so I have a tendency to mix the two up! Ugh… This could be bad. Very bad.

But, I’ve been practicing:

Ou’ est la MacDonalds?

Everything has a price…?

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8

I woke up to the radio station announcing local concerts. Ingrid Michaelson coming soon (Alece!!!) and later this month, Regina Spektor (WHY-AM-I-NOT-GOING-TO-THIS-CONCERT!?!?).

Then this random acoustic sing-songy tune came on (I don’t even know what station I’m listening to) and a man started singing “If I had a million dollars…” listing all the things he’d buy.

Then he sang “I’d buy your love.”

And that’s when I turned the radio off.

Do you think love can be bought?

North vs. South: Churches

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11

I’ve been thinking a lot about the differences between New England and Southeast Georgia, especially since I’m now going back from one to the other. I’ve gotta get my brain there. I’ve gotta make the mental jump. I’m working on it. And y’all are going to work on it with me.

A few months ago, Janaki asked about the differences. I’m gonna answer her with a series of posts. Here’s the first:

Just down the road from our seminary sits a small steepled building, with wide swinging front doors and stained glass windows. Freshly whitewashed walls and manicured lawn. It once housed meetings every Sunday morning – now it houses a family. Residents. Living in a church.

I’ve never seen anything like this in the south. Sure, there probably is a church somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line that’s been converted into a house, but I haven’t seen it.

I also haven’t seen mega-churches in New England. The big new shiny churches with parking lots larger than Super-Wal-Mart’s? Nada. I’m not sure how many of those exist in New England either.

So, um, what else do I need to think about in order to make this mental transition…? Help!