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None too soon

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:01:32 -0700

Via Slashdot: IT Security Breaches Soar in 2009

Rest easy, North America, I'm back in town.

Bacon blogjam

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 13:24:15 -0700

A job search can sometimes lead to a bit of a paranoid blogjam -- could this post be too controversial for potential employers?

Well, who could object to these links? The first, found via Chow combines two of my passions (cooking and typesetting) to pose the question of the ages: Cheese or Font?

The second also combines two passions, this time cooking and bacon. It's Homesick Texan's Bacon Jam! Enjoy!

...They're all going the wrong way!

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 20:54:13 -0700

Greetings from beautiful Streetsboro, OH where we are nestled in the gentle and affordable embrace of the Econolodge. Just off I-80, the Ohio Turnpike, which earlier today treated us to this road terror:

The classic oncoming UPS truck. Not pictured: Sean white-knuckling the steering wheel of our new Yaris before realizing the UPS truck was being towed.

Earlier in the trip, passing a herd of cattle, Annie poked up her head and called out to them a sprightly "Meeeeeeyah!" Mad cows, apparently.

Home!

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 20:14:16 -0700

The Eagle (the butterfly?) has landed!
It's 5:01 am and August in Slovakia, but here it's 10 pm on the same day we departed from Vienna. Long day! But a very good travel day all around.
And now it's time to take a tub. =)
Busy day tomorrow: we have to buy a car to drive to Philly for my approval interview on August 6. My dad has been doing research, so we're hopeful for a good/relatively painless day of shopping tomorrow.
Thanks for the "safe travels" prayers!

You'd just laugh if they'd named it Dachshund

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 05:58:41 -0700

Thanks to the whims of fortune, I write you from one of the business lounges of the Frankfort Airport, where Annie and I are sipping Kingsley tonic and eating (okay, slurping) beef consommé. The path of the missionary is fraught with hardship, but we are sustained by the Spirit. And beef consommé.

We volunteered to be bumped from a bulgingly overbooked flight, in return for some compensation and a 6 hour airport mini-vacation -- we've toured 3 of the 5 terminals so far, and security has guaranteed that our carry-on is very, very, very, safe (gratis!). In about 2 hours, we'll hop into business class seats and snooze our way to Chicago. See you soon!

Radio Free Europe

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 23:26:03 -0700

Time to return the cable modem to Chello, so we'll be incommunicado until we touch down in Chicago (unless there's wifi at the hotel tonight, I suppose.) If you need to get ahold of us, uhm... sorry? If it's an emergency, you can call us int'l on our cells until about 11am Eastern:

Annie
Sean

Packing a lunch

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 08:13:27 -0700

This is as much to share with you, the home viewer, as a reminder for future-me, finished-packing-and-cleaning-me: Mark Bittman, nytimes.com's The Minimalist offers this 101 20-Minute Dishes for Inspired Picnics. Even on the hottest days (which we've mostly been spared here in Bratislava this summer) my first resort is to fire up the oven, which is pretty impractical. This looks like it might be a nice cold dinner resource, even if some of the prep is hot.

Now, Rome, on the other hand — the only thing baking there was us! Ridiculously hot there. Hopefully we'll get a chance to post some anecdotes when we're back in the States next week.

Back to the oven with me — cleaning only.

"You can do this!"

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 01:49:20 -0700

Now the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain to which Jesus had directed them. When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. And Jesus came and said to them, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything that I have commanded you. And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age." - Matthew 28:16-20
Daniel, a Slovak pastor and member of my internship committee, recently invited me to preach at his dad’s congregation in Háj, a small village in central Slovakia. The assigned preaching text for the day was Matthew 28:16-20: the Great Commission. As I prepared my sermon, I imagined that the disciples’ doubts that day on the mountain in Galilee were similar to my doubts at the missionary sending service in Kenosha, Wisconsin: what if I’m not good enough? Will my friends and family ever understand why I’m doing this? Am I up to this task?The great thing about this story is that Jesus sends the disciples out—Jesus sends us out—anyway. He doesn’t wait for us to be certain, doubt-free, or perfect. We are sent out, not because of what we’ve done, but because of what God has done: loved us, forgiven us, and empowered us to do things we could never do on our own. During the second service in Háj, my eyes kept going back to a woman in a beautiful white suit. As I preached, she smiled. “Keep going!” she seemed to be saying, “You can do this!” Daniel told me later that Anna is the president of the congregation, and that her granddaughter attends seminary in Bratislava, but is currently serving as a summer intern at Dr. Martin Luther Evangelical Church in Muskegon, Michigan. I realized that, on the same Sunday morning that Anna was encouraging me, someone in Michigan was probably looking at her granddaughter and smiling, letting her know “You can do this!,” even in the midst of any doubts she has. Jesus meets us, and sends us out, in the midst of our doubts and imperfections. That’s good news for missionaries, and for the people we minister with, too.

This post appeared on Hand in Hand, ELCA Global Mission's blog digest with contributions from missionaries all over the world. Check it out.

I never thought I would ...

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 12:50:20 -0700

... hike these ridiculous cliffs in Greece and, once up there, hike some more: monastery-hopping
... get a very thorough scrub down from a Turkish grandma--with Elly
... learn a little German via Austrian TV. Thank you ORF, and your constant Simpsons reruns
... film an homage to the "Czech brothers" SNL sketch with a bunch of wild and crazy missionaries
... attempt to teach the Trinity in the last five minutes of class, only to have my students call me on it with fantastic questions, like: "If Jesus is part of God and God is one, why does Jesus say, "My God, why have you forsaken me?"

... meet a wonderful family from Ecuador at a bus stop in Assisi, and end up spending a good part of the day with them in Florence.
... fall in love with the heart of Europe
... take Auds and Curt to the finest gluten-free pizza restaurant in Bratislava
... chaperone a youth trip to a conference in the Hague and end up keeping (and now, packing) my notes from the sermons--seriously good theology
... preside at communion for the first time from an ironing board in eastern Slovakia
... laugh so much with my internship committee and my supervisor
... preach a bilingual sermon on the Great Commission in the village of Háj
... face some of my worst fears--ones I didn't even know I had--realize how much I need God's help, and the help of the Body of Christ ... and come out OK

I think Sean and I both knew we were in for an adventure a year ago, getting antsy at the Summer Missionary Conference ... both ready to go and not at all ready to go. We guessed that we would come to love Slovakia and the people we work with, here. Ultimately, we were always just long-term visitors here: called to be partners, but also to remain outsiders. And yet ... we've become more invested than the average visitor, more at home than the word "outsider" implies.

Sunday will be my last service at BIC--David and Carla left for the US this morning, and I woke up with a strong sense of loss (and then went back to bed.) We are packing and getting ready to go, but not in a particularly stressed out way. Keep us, and the many, many missionaries in transition right now, in your prayers.

Annie are you OK?

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 13:48:35 -0700

Yesterday I finished the first drafts of the bulletin and my final internship evaluation; Sean finished the informatics year plan he improved and is passing on to the next generation of teachers. We rewarded our accomplishment by heading out to Open Doors Day at the Presidential Palace; once a year, the Slovak equivalent of the White House is open to the public. It is a big event, with lots of entertainment, free kofola, and a chance to meet the president and first lady and get their autographs (we did this, and our American greetings were received with surprise and warmth.)

Before we even got inside, however, there was, in good Slovak tradition, a program. A military band played surprisingly swingy, poppy tunes; majorettes twirled flawlessly; men in feathered hats shot blanks at each other in time to music, making us all jump and hold our ears in a delighted way. A well organized corp of the president's guard marched out to the center with their rifles to "Carmina Burana." As the group got into formation, the music quickly changed to "Misirlou", then to "Sweet Dreams Are Made of These" by the Eurythmics, and a professionally but also whimsically choreographed routine with dance and rifles unfolded. Another techno/dance tune followed, and Sean and I grinned at each other as we strained to see over the (now huge, excited) crowd.

At the end of the routine a new song came on; perhaps it had been added that morning. The soldiers marched in formation, stopping once to point their white-gloved hands to the sky. This version of Billie Jean made me remember all the other times I've heard that song this year: done in a Cab Calloway style at the Easter Market in Vienna, at various Lyceum events, while we shop for groceries at Billa. I will never forget this version: standing in the sun in front of the presidential palace in Bratislava, surrounded by Slovak school children, watching the precise choreography of the president's guard, hearing the MC announce after the routine, in Slovak, that it was dedicated to the memory of Michael Jackson.

It was just right. I am going to miss this place.

The tenor of conversation

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 12:38:20 -0700

So all the underwhelming new features in Opera 10 — Turbo, visual tabs, new skin — have been a cover for the big show -- Opera Unite, their “reinvention” of the web that turns the browser into a no hassle web server to share pictures, music, chat, anything. Setting security concerns aside, it makes sense. If we've got near server-class hardware on the desktop, and server-caliber net access, why not bypass the middleman (or person, or computer) and act as our own servers? (N.B. Like Turbo and Opera Link, all roads lead to an opera.com account.) Opera is framing it as using our existing computer resources to add to the robustness of the web.

It's interesting to me that this is happening just as Google is introducing Wave, which in a very real way reinvents email using everything we've learned in the past 40 years or so (yes, email is that old) about communication online. Instead of using mail servers to just shuffle messages around between computers, Wave turns each message into a sort of hub for all manner of communication and collaboration, like live chat, annotation, media sharing, etc. The message, and all the rest of the associated content, seems to exist on a server somewhere, accessible webmail- or Google-apps style, although a desktop Wave client wouldn't be unimaginable. Google's planning on making it an open protocol, which should ease adoption. (If Opera's hunch is correct, maybe we'll all be our own Wave servers sooner or later. In which case, IPv6 better hurry up.)

While Opera, on the other hand, has driven browser innovation in the past, that's usually been as a function of new features, not a whole new web paradigm. If their widget library in comparison to Firefox's plugin community is any indication, I'm not certain they actually have the juice to make this happen.

I do not regret not calling this post “Something to sing about”

Final report

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 12:43:12 -0700

The air feels laden, like I can almost smell the sea. I'm writing a grammar exam, listening to Koko Taylor; she'll rain on my parade.

ISS astronauts get Trek?

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 15:10:39 -0700

I can't even watch SNL online here. Thanks, Hulu. Jerks. (via New York Times.)

I can read, despite the expense of such a habit here (in English, at least.) In between lesson planning, grading*, and mispronouncing Slovak, I've managed to squeeze in a few very enjoyable reads, mostly a couple guilty pagefuls at a time on trams, in the bathroom, instead of cleaning the kitchen. Time to live up to my nom de blogge, I reckon, and give my (brief) impressions. Here's the first... more to come later.

Batman: The Dark Knight Returns
As you may have seen next door, Auds and Curt came for a visit, and left not only footprints, but also delicious homemade candy and some English(!) reading. I was pretty liberal with my consumption of the candy, but I'm rationing the reading a bit more carefully; there are always flights and train rides in our future. I started with TDKR, exactly the stuff I needed to retreat from British Literature. I was surprised to realize I've never actually read the thing, even though -- just by reputation -- it was probably hugely influential on my expectations for Batman comics and movies.

I remember being introduced to the Dark Knight in the backyard of one of Matt's friends -- Doug Bright, maybe? My Super Powers/Superfriends Batman archetype didn't stand a chance. Batman beats Superman? Robin is a girl? The Batmobile is a tank? Awesome! Finally getting around to reading it after all this time, I worried that the genuine article wouldn't hold up to the reputation, but I tore through it with the same excitement I had as a kid. And, not having to worry about breaking the binding on Doug's copy? Awesome!

By the way, The George Lucas Educational Foundation says: Archduke Franz Ferdinand shot first.

*I do grade pretty regularly, despite what my students and my personal expectations might tell you.

To boldly go

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Mon, 11 May 2009 01:50:12 -0700

There is so much more I want to write about, but in these minutes before class, this is enough: on Saturday we took Audrey and Curtis to see Star Trek at the movie theater at Aupark (our most convenient mall here in Bratislava.) It was wonderful for many reasons:

Audrey and Curtis were visiting us.
The Palace Cinemas have assigned seats--they are clean and comfy and the most pleasant movie-going experience imaginable. Real butter for my popcorn? Yes, please.
Slovak (or are they Czech?) subtitles are always cool and interesting to try to follow.
The crowd loved it. This should be expected of a wonderful new Trek movie, but it was especially wonderful to experience outside of the US.
What's not to love? It's a great movie. It makes me want to lose several days of my life watching all the Star Trek I can get my hands on. I will not do this anytime soon (sermon to write, project to get underway, paperwork ever-looming, worship to plan, classes to teach ...) but I hope to have a marathon at the first opportunity.

Star Trek has had a fairly profound influence on me, as you can read and listen to in my most recent sermon from BIC. It's a reworking of my senior sermon from LTSP and also the sermon I submitted for my approval essay. I was a little worried about making Trek and Lord of the Rings references in an international context, but the story worked well. Spock is universal. =)

No, not Perseus, the other guy

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 14:59:16 -0700

Travelling from Vienna to İsmir on Turkish Air on Monday was an unexpected delight, but I'll admit I was a bit skeptical about our journey from there to İstanbul today flying on Pegasus Air. After careful consideration of the flight plan showed we'd be nowhere in the vicinity of Mt. Olympus, though, Annie and I boarded happily (careful to fasten our safety belts.) It's just as well — after 3 days tramping (and traipsing) around the 7 churches of Revelation, ~~Ephesus~~, Ἔφεσος, the tomb of St. John, etc., I slept soundly through the (reportedly) uneventful 45-minute flight.

So, here we are in a pretty swank hotel in İstanbul, full to the brim with delicious homemade Iranian food from members of a local church, and ready to turn in for the night to get another early start tomorrow.

POST SCRIPTVM: Photo is from a different trip, but it's really getting into the spirit of the thing.

Who you calling Turkey, Turkey?

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 08:07:10 -0700

Well, don't call us in Turkey, I expect that might be expensive. But we have landed — safely, soundly, and exceptionally well-fedly thanks to Turkish Air— in İzmir, Turkey for the AICEM-EIEIO conference. I think I got that name right. I might be a bit punchy from the travel.

Holy Week Highlights

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:37:06 -0700

Palm Sunday had everything: procession with palms, a children's play about donkeys, the Passion reading, a baptism, communion with a huge crowd ... when David showed me his watch during the last hymn I couldn't believe it. We were right on time. Trust your supervisor, padawan.

On Wednesday after chapel the teachers went out for lunch at a nice restaurant by the old bridge with outdoor seating. Outdoor seating has become a key motivator in our lives. You would not believe the gorgeousness of these days. It is as gorgeous now as it was hailing and sleeting every day about 2 weeks ago.

On Maundy Thursday I gave a children's sermon and, with the help of the BIC kids, did some footwashing. I'm not sure I can convey it, but it was both fun and sacramental. I gave a sermon with the theme, "If you're a disciple, your feet are going to get dirty." Jesus washes the dust of sin, death, and everyday weariness from our feet; as the body of Christ, we do likewise for each other. We hope to get that sermon (and a backlog of other BIC sermons) posted on our website, soon. Near the start of the service Sean and I joined David and Carla singing a shapenote arrangement of Amazing Grace; I couldn't catch my breath but it was still a dream fulfillment moment for me to sing soprano in a gospel quartet.

On Good Friday I got to be an acolyte, which I really do enjoy. David's sermon, "How close is God?" included the line: "You cannot be alone."

In the midst of this David and I did a good bit of preparation for the services and we managed to work enough through the week that Saturday was free. Sean cooked and cooked in preparation for the Easter potluck. I slept most of the day and went to bed early.

On Easter we baptised a sweet one-year-old boy and had a pretty great service all-around; one of our youth played trumpet, which I think is what really "made it Easter" for me. In David's sermon he proudly identified himself as one of the "April fools" ... "foolish" enough to believe in the "foolishness" of the cross, the way Jesus defies every expectation. We had a really good potluck where there was enough food for everyone (!) and it was quite delicious. Then a nap. Then one of our teacher friends (and later David and Carla) came over for grilled burgers, toasted marshmallows, chocolate bunny and stargazing on our deck.

The next morning we took the train to Vienna to do nothing for two days. It was glorious. This picture from the Schönbrunn gardens sums it up pretty well. More pictures here.

Every year we sing the same hymns, but every year I catch them a little differently. This year it was the last verse of "O Sacred Head, Now Wounded," which we sang on Good Friday: "Lord, be my consolation; shield me when I must die; remind me of thy Passion when my last hour draws nigh. These eyes, new faith receiving, from thee shall never move; for he who dies believing dies safely in thy love." This tied in well with David's sermon message: you will never be alone. Even if your eyes DO waver, even if doubt and fear fill you at crucial moments--we are always safe in God's love. Easter, with its resurrection joy and hope, is especially welcome in my family this year. Blessings on you and yours as you celebrate: Christ is risen! He is risen indeed! Alleluia!

Where's that t-shirt option when you need it?

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 07:53:22 -0700

I don't get it — who could object to this plan?

-from cnn.com

Feature feature

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 16:00:24 -0700

This is my Andy Rooney post for the year, where I complain about some newfangled technology.

Lots of folks have been chattering about the new iPod Shuffle, pointing out the great strides they've made applying Moore's law to ~~DRM~~ authentication chips. What they haven't mentioned, at least not loudly enough for me to notice, was Apple's brilliant decision to leverage cooler-than-cool voice menu technology, apparently licensed at a discount from Visa Fraud Prevention Services. “I believe you said Barry Manilow. Is that correct? Hold on, I'll connect you.” Cutting edge stuff, there. I'm not saying it's not useful, just that it's not an innovation (1st generation iPods had it) and, more to the point, it's kinda boring.

In other lame lock-in technology news, Opera, my favorite browser, is really losing my confidence. Their two biggest recent features, Opera Link and Opera Turbo fall kinda short of the groundbreaking standard they set with mouse gestures, speed dial, the intellegent address bar, etc. The former is a bright idea — a way to synchronize your browser preferences all over the web — that I'd probably like better as flexible, open format rather than as a razor for a My Opera account. The latter idea was short-sighted when Google, AOL, and Netscape introduced it back in '04 or '05: a proxy server that will pre-fetch, compress, and prioritize web traffic to your browser. It was a smart technology for Opera to apply to mobile devices, but adapting it for the desktop, where broadband speeds are (reluctantly but steadily) increasing, seems like a waste of resources that could be focused on real innovation. Maybe useful for cellular broadband users?

They're making cool strides on the back end; Opera 10 will support web fonts, SVG fonts, cool opacity stuff... they already have a tech preview release of their next, next rendering engine. Also, they've brought Jon Hicks in to work on the UI, which suggests it'll be more than just a re-skin. The latest alpha preview just didn't whelm me, I guess.

It's like that scene in William Gibson's Count Zero, where they quantify the research output of a scientist, and extrapolate the graph of his future breakthroughs. I'm projecting a plateau.

Bon Voyage, Grandpa Swift

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Sat, 14 Mar 2009 10:42:49 -0700

My Grandpa Swift died on Monday, March 9. He'd recently started dialysis for kidney failure. This morning, a group of friends from church and school gathered at our apartment for a short "saying good-bye" service, and right now my family is gathering in Pittsford, NY for the funeral. I am so grateful for the support of our friends and our community of faith here in Bratislava! At the funeral, my mom will read the eulogy I wrote this week, which I pasted below. I love that my dad found a photo to go with my memory of Grandpa making that amazing red hot applesauce.

The eulogy text is below. For photos, obituary, eulogy audio and a guestbook where you can leave or read memories of Grandpa and/or condolences for the Swift family, go to this website that Sean made: www.edison-albright.com/paulswift.

A Eulogy for Grandpa Swift

I have many favorite photos of Paul Swift, my grandpa. Some of them aren’t actual photos—just vivid snapshots in my memory.
There’s grandpa standing over a stove at Christmastime, making me my first bowl of what would become one of my favorite treats: applesauce with melted red hot candies.
There’s grandpa at my high school graduation party, out on the back porch surrounded by teenagers who sit in a semi-circle at his feet, gazing up adoringly at him as he talks about literature, mathematics, art and classical music.
There’s grandpa sitting in the cool, airy library at the house in Maine where we had two reunions, happily holding baby Monica in a beam of sunlight. You, too, can probably imagine a favorite picture of Paul Swift holding a baby; grandpa loved holding babies.

One mental picture I have of grandpa comes from the notes he recently wrote up from his time as a soldier during WWII. The way he wrote it makes this another vivid snapshot, and it’s one I find myself coming back to again and again since he passed away on Monday. In an entry from Manila dated August 28, 1945, Paul Swift writes:
“We moved to a much better site on the coast. We spent much time in the ocean. We took our big mattress bags, wet them and ran with them to blow them up. The end was tied in a knot and the result was a big float. I laid on mine and went paddling out into the ocean. Everything went well until I noticed I was far from shore. I cannot swim so if the knot in my mattress came undone I was a goner. Somehow the water washed me up on the beach.
I had left my shoes near a bamboo-and-stick shack, and not only were [the shoes] not there, but I didn’t recognize any of the other soldiers as my friends. I was certain that I had died.
Only later did I see another shack some distance down the beach. There I found my shoes and my buddies. How good it was to find that I was alive after all!”

On March 9, 2009, Paul Swift floated away from shore one more time. He paddled out onto the waters of a lifetime of memories: that makeshift mattress-bag float in the Pacific Ocean, the smell of bananas coming from the port in Panama, London rains, cold shocks of ocean over rocky beaches in Maine, Fourth of July bonfires reflected on Conesus Lake, and sunsets sparkling on the Gulf of Mexico. These waters flowed together into a source water: the water of his baptism.

The water that bathed his head in promises, that carried and sustained him through his life of faith, now carried him even farther from shore. It was the only shore he’d ever known, and he couldn’t swim. No one could swim this one on their own. That’s frightening. But the promises that were made to Paul in baptism—that he is a child of God, that his sins are forgiven, and that he will share in the resurrection hope of eternal life—these promises are the most reliable flotation device, ever.

And just like the ocean on that August day in Manila, these waters of life and baptism brought Paul safely to a beach. When he got to the beach in Manila, he was greeted by strangers: they weren’t the soldiers he knew and had come to call his friends (and they didn’t know where his shoes were, either). This time, when he reached the heavenly shore, Grandpa Swift was welcomed by a God who is no stranger to him. God has known and loved Paul completely, his whole life, and God has been with him through every moment of his life. I imagine God giving Grandpa a warm, loving welcome and Grandpa saying, “Uh huh, well! It’s good to see you, too!”
Grandpa wrote: “I was certain that I had died. Only later did I see another shack some distance down the beach. There I found my shoes and my buddies. How good it was to find that I was alive after all!”
Sixty-four years after this experience on the ocean, Paul Swift died. He was carried safely to that distant shore by the promises of his baptism, the hope of the resurrection, and the prayers and loving thoughts of his family and friends. Some of these family and friends are here today, some join in spirit from their homes across the country and around the world, and some of the saints who have gone before are with us, too, part of the great cloud of witnesses.
Together we gather to grieve and celebrate. Together, we hold tight to each other even as we let go. Waving our damp tissues, we say “bon voyage, rest in peace. We love you. We miss you. We will remember you, always.” And we join Grandpa in saying: “How good it is to be alive, after all!” How good it is for Grandpa Swift, as he starts this new, eternal life with God.
Let us pray:
Loving God, we are missing our grandpa, father, husband, brother and friend, Paul Swift. Thank you for welcoming him to his heavenly home, to his new life on a new shore, with all your love and compassion for him. Be with us as we mourn our loss, celebrate his amazing life, and give thanks for his new life with you. We pray, trusting in your mercy, Amen.

Everything's belated this week -- or last week, I guess

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 11:49:47 -0800

Tonight Annie looked me in the eyes, caressed my forehead, and reminded me that I will crumble away to dust someday. I smiled a little and was sad a little, then sat right down in my pew and was sad that I wouldn't have a moment of reflection after the hymn and grumpy that I can't sing along without hymnals anymore like I could at mass, and naturally, naturally was just missing the point. Christmas is the titular holiday for us in the public eye, but Lent and Easter are really the big show. I talked with another parishoner and we decided these themes of failure and death, forgiveness and resurection have a special pull for us and a lot of Christians, partly because the season is intentionally introspective and partly because Hallmark hasn't tried to foist "Remember you are dust, buster!" greeting cards on us yet. Lent is a time in the church year when we're invited to contemplate grief and sadness and repentence, but not to wallow. Let's abstain from wallowing, Sean, hmm?

Anyway, David's sermon was really spot on, but as often happens, one line in particular set my mind wandering. Speaking of ash as symbol of ruin and destruction, he said something like,

In the English language, we have a phrase, “Where there's smoke, there is fire.” But it would also be true to say, “Where there's ash, there was fire.”

I'd been thinking about the Landry/Kinghorn song Abba! Father (emphasis in original) and how those earthen vessels are related to our creation from and destiny as ash, clay, earth. The imposition comes with the reminder, “Remember, you are dust and to dust you shall return.” My attention was drawn to what must be in between -- the fire. Ash is constant, but ash cannot fuel fire; life is a divine fire perpetuated by God. The reminder of my mortality became also a reminder of my miraculous existence.

Greek to us

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 15:16:53 -0800

We'd known to expect really inexpensive, comfortable rail travel when
we came to Europe, but one thing that's surprised us is the
super-discounted flights that are often available via Sky Europe --
sure you have to get out and push now and again, and passengers are
expected to bring their own floatation devices, but those small
inconveniences are worth the price. And so it happened that 11 of the
American teachers here found ourselves whisked away to Greece for
spring break on a wing and a prayer.

On arrival, the group mostly scattered to different cities, meeting up
along the road as our paths crossed. Annie and I took a vote and
decided to travel together: we landed in the hoity-toity port of
Thessaloniki, stayed one night and one day, then were on a train for
Kalambaka, a small town at the foot of a cluster of monasteries called
Meteora, built on high natural pillars of rock like those found in
Monument National Park and Roadrunner cartoons. After a long day of
hiking, several million photographs each more beautiful than the last,
and a solid night's sleep, we started the 9 hour journey to Nafplio
(Greece's answer to Stone Harbor, NJ) by train, suburban rail, taxi,
and bus. Had a wonderful time on the beach, eating seafood, and
exploring the shops, then on to Athens, where fatigue limited our
photography, but not our fun.

Annie's put our photos up on Flickr -- each city has its own set linked above, but
we really did take a massive amount of photos, so Annie's also
assembled a little highlight reel of the whole vacation if you want to
see some of our favorites and make our long story short. Let's see --
a picture is worth 1000 words, times 650 pictures...

Full disclosure: I totally sent this as an email to our family first, and then recycled it as a blog. Pllllbbbbbth!

Belated Out-of-office Message

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 14:11:29 -0800

Sorry if you've tried to get ahold of Annie or me the past week; we just stepped out for a gyro. More to come as we upload.

Randomness

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 11:53:36 -0800

Thoughts of a cozy brain on a sleety night:

Yesterday we found a pretty good Chinese restaurant in old town. This is a very cheerful development in Edison-Albright land.
All hotel and hostel reservations are made for our Spring Break trip to Greece. We're going to to Thessaloniki, Meteora, Nafpoli and Athens--Feb 14-20. Happy Christmas/Birthday/Valentine's Day to us! I found some good deals but the accommodations could be sketchy as a result ... I think we'll be pretty happy no matter what, though.
Speaking of trips: the Edison-Swift-Albrights went to Budapest over Christmas break and had a very good time. Pictures are here.
I had an amazing 28th birthday: it coincided perfectly with a ball organized by our students, so Sean and I got to get all fancied up and dance (I was especially happy to polka, my favorite.) It was lovely to see our students all dressed up--they did a great job putting the whole evening together.
I just finished the first section of our text for religion class, which focused on questions about God and suffering. Monday we move on to discussing questions about the trustworthiness and authority of the Bible. Last week we talked about prayer, and used depictions of prayer in popular culture to focus our discussion. One student sang and played guitar, many students sent me great clips from movies like Bruce Almighty and A Walk to Remember. In one class we got onto the topic of profound suffering: what can we say about prayer, about God, when faced with the reality of people who have lost everything, or who've known nothing but suffering to begin with? People who experience one tragedy after another, like some of the patients I met during CPE? We talked about the limits of apologetics to answer these questions, and I told them about my experience of finding profound faith in the midst of profound suffering in the people I met at the hospital. On a lighter note, I think Talladega Nights may have the greatest prayer scene in movie history.
I preached today. My microphone batteries gave out right before I started reading the Gospel. =P We got the audio recorder fixed, so once Sean finishes boosting the sound and getting rid of the hiss, we'll post it. In the meantime, here's how it concluded: "Our Psalm today (147) leaves us with some very good news: 'God’s delight is not in the strength of a horse, nor his pleasure in the speed of a runner.' God doesn’t love us because of how fast we can run, how much energy we have, or the good works we do. We can run, we have energy, we can do good works, because God loves us. God who numbers the stars, God whose hands hold us securely, this almighty God picks us up when we can’t run anymore,
giving us rest so that we can soar on eagle’s wings. Amen."

Pay for the whole seat, you only need the edge

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 07:24:52 -0800

So, in the midst my fever-dream of grading and squirrelbears, I guess I neglected to wrap things up on the gas crisis here in Slovakia and parts thereabout. On the 18th, we got some relief when RWE Transgas in the Czech Republic essentially reversed polarity on the Bratstvo — or Brotherhood — gas pipeline normally used to deliver gas to them. Roughly two days later Russia and Ukraine reached some sort of agreement and gas began to flow through standard channels once more.

I can't speak for places like Bulgaria, which had a much worse time of things, but the short-term interruption in daily life here in Slovakia was fairly minimal; mostly just another topic of conversation. The reserves held like a nervously exhaled breath, and only a couple large companies had to reduce their output while waiting it out. Households, hospitals, schools, small businesses, all went on as usual. Long-term effects on the economy? Relations with Ukraine and Russia? I don't know. Also, in the wake of it all, the Slovak government debated a bill on official gas emergency measures, should the issue arise again, say same time next year. Not entirely certain how that all ended up.

My personal reaction was unexpected. I wrote this late one night in the midst of it, and wasn't sure if I should post it:

It's wierd, right? It's not like we're in freaking Gaza or something, or even in Bulgaria, where there're no gas reserves. And it is cold out there, but not even Philadelphia-cold, where it was -14 Celsius or something today. And I know they've got people without gas, too.

But this kind of scarcity is new to me. I'm terribly comfortable with the idea that poor people can't get access to the basics of a reasonable standard of living. But this? You can't even wave money at it to make it go away. It's a global inequity in the distribution of the resources necessary for survival. It's a political scarcity. As a USian, I'm not used to being the third party/collatoral damage in international politics, and maybe that's why I find this so unsettling.

I can't imagine how histrionic I'd have been if they actually turned our gas off.

Internet exclusive

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 02:45:32 -0800

Squirrels are like little bears. Little bears with tails. Also, I have the flu. Here are some pictures of a kitten and a squirrel who are friends.

For extremely large values of "without delay"

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 13:19:42 -0800

Into day 10 or 11 or something without gas supply from Russia, Slovakia seems to be holding steady. Residences, schools and hospitals are still unrestricted, although big businesses like US Steel Košice and the KIA plant in Žilina have reduced output or shut down to accomidate their gas caps. Despite an EU negotiated deal to allow the monitored flow of gas through Ukraine that both sides agreed to, the gas hasn't been restored -- I'm not entirely clear on what happened there. For a time, Russia was saying the flow had resumed and Ukraine was saying it hadn't. Then I maybe heard that Ukraine claimed the pressure was too low to be operable, and Russia claimed this was because Ukraine was siphoning off gas. At any rate, that plan seems to be put on the back burner, as far as the media is concerned. The back burner, of course, will not light without gas.

Prime Minister Fico met with Ukrainian and Russian PMs Yulia Tymoshenko and Vladimir Putin, to suggest some options -- either a gas swap from Ukraine's reserves, with Russia replenishing their supply in equal measure, or a more complicated plan using another pipeline, the Yamal pipeline which normally supplies gas to Germany via Belarus and Poland. The former would be preferable, and is the one Slovakia is pushing for at the moment. Russia is philosophically amenable to the idea, provided Ukraine goes first.

CNN is reporting that Russia claims the gas will resume within the next few days -- not really certain where that fits into things.

Meanwhile, Slovakia's preparing to bring back online a reactor block of the Jaslovské Bohunice V1 nuke plant, which was only shut down a few weeks ago as a condition for EU entry. Should they power it back up, they'll be in violation of treaty, one which Austria is particularly invested in, but they're willing to take responsibility for that should it become necessary. Slovak Foreign Affairs Minister Ján Kubiš met with them to fill them in on the details and assure the safety and tranparency of the operation.

On our end of things, our local folks have started scoping out spots for a grand sleepover, should it become necessary, and floating ideas about electric heaters or Viennese vacations. Gas reserves should hold out for a number of weeks yet, and the electrical grid (other than the backup generators) isn't reliant on it, so no one is terribly worried, but it's better to be prepared than to get burnt later. Frozen, I guess.

Victor who now?

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Sun, 11 Jan 2009 10:19:01 -0800

I have never been a particularly patient reader of history; anything less than the most engaging narrative arc and I completely wilt. And of course, historians would probably argue I should be wary of getting drawn in by such compelling stories, keeping in mind their authors.

But I want to be knowledgeable about history. What I manage to consume and retain always fascinates me, and the human details often surprise me.

So I was quite pleased to find (via Language Log) this Languagehat notice of an upcoming text by one of their commenters called The Politics of Language and Nationalism in Central Europe: 19th and 20th Centuries. From the table of contents and the excerpts Languagehat presents, this seems like an ideal source for me to pick up the recent, fairly complicated, political history of Slovakia and its neighbors by relating it to a field I'm much better with.

Of course, it's a college textbook, so it runs about $175 on Amazon on sale, so I'll have to settle for the 60 page excerpt available online. And, bringing this to my attention has earned Languagehat an overdue place on my RSS subscriptions. (If you'd care to purchase a copy of the book for me, I'd be happy to award you your own place on that list as well!)

Is it just me...

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 14:00:19 -0800

...or does Google have another new favicon all of a sudden?

UPDATE: And of course, the google blog has already beaten me to the punch. Time for bed, I think.

First notice

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 11:34:40 -0800

So, actually, we first got the news from Sue, “You're in the news today!” I turned to our English language source for local news, The Slovak Spectator, to get the details. Apparently, Russia issued the equivalent of a shut-off notice to Ukraine over some missed payments and future pricing negotiations. Unfortunately for the European Union, Russia's natural gas distribution system (which provides about 20% of EU gas) is apparently series, not parallel, so Slovakia, Bulgaria, etc. have all been cut off as well.

So far, Slovakia is getting by on reserves, with limits imposed on industrial consumers but not schools, hospitals or households. How long this situation is tenable is unclear at the moment.

I'm not terribly well-versed in eastern European politics, but a member of our congregation has blogged a nice, lucid assessment of the situation.

UPDATE: Of course, as I published, I said to Annie, “Watch. I bet CNN will have a story right now that this has already been resolved.” That is a bet I won quite gladly, of course.

“‘Conditions for sending the monitors are now and place and gas should start to flow immediately without further delay,’ [EU spokesperson] Ferran Darradellas told CNN.” The flow of gas has not resumed yet, but this development seems promising.

And ma in her kerchief and I in recap...

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 08:27:43 -0800

There was a list, right? Of all the things we were going to do this Christmas vacation. You probably heard it. I came up with it off the top of my head the first time someone asked about our plans, and just kept repeating it until school was out: “Annie's folks are coming, so we'll probably just hang out around Bratislava and see the sights. Get lost in old town, check out the clock museum, maybe take a day trip to Devín Castle or Modra.”

Honest folks, I didn't mean to lie to all of you. I'm all broken up about it. We were playing it pretty loose; it was my best guess at the time. But, look, it's been an even better vacation than all that, so just stay with me, okay?

The semester ended with the big faculty kapustnica party(story and recipe elsewhere) and a mild cold for Annie and me, but that was over pretty quickly so we'll just skip forward to Christmas eve.

Picking up Annie's folks from the Vienna airport was a bit of holiday road comedy and tense action flick rolled into one, with lost luggage, a barely-missed train, and a perfect last second surprise, bursting through the doors of the Malý Kostol for the last verse of the recessional. Miraculous Christmas-day luggage delivery. "I haven't missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night." Delicious feasting with the Haugs and assorted Slovak missionary personnel and families, and God bless us, et al. More or less.

Next came a whimsical jaunt to Hungary for a surprisingly successful and satisfying whirlwind tour of Budapest. After Paul and Sue secured free rooms at the “controversial” and ridiculously awesome Budapest Hilton, it was pretty much full steam ahead. At this point, I can really only reconstruct what happened from the photos. Apparently, we took a train to a magical castle high in the clouds. Also, we caught the tail end of the Christmas market, saw La Boheme with helpful Hungarian subtitles from boxed seats at the opera, were attacked by falcons, froze our tuckuses off in the castle district... Annie, please jump in if I'm missing anything.

The rest of the break was a bit more sedate:
shopping at Ikea and Tesco, snacky New Years Eve and fireworks, quick visits to Vienna and old town, all back in time for church on Sunday and Paul and Sue's flight home on Monday morning. Whew.

Now this update itself has taken up nearly a day of what Christmas break remains, and so I must bid a Merry Christmas to all, and to all a see you next week.

Merry Christmas to all ...

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Thu, 25 Dec 2008 13:35:53 -0800

... and to all a good carp!

These lovely fish were swimming in our friends' tub as of yesterday. As of a few minutes ago, a lovely portion of them (along with traditional Slovak potato salad) is swimming in my stomach. Yay for friends! And carp!

And kapustnica!

Another traditional Slovak Christmas Eve dish we made and enjoyed this year. It is a sauerkraut soup with klobasa (sausage) pieces of pork or beef, dried mushrooms, and pieces of prune and apple. It is so, so good.
Also good, if not traditional Slovak Christmas food: homemade challah bread.

We'll have more stories and pictures up soon. My parents are here! So Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from the Edison-Swift-Albrights in Bratislava, Slovakia.

Camp ... is great, actually

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Fri, 12 Dec 2008 04:03:39 -0800

When I would leave for a week or two of camp, my mom knew all was well when she stopped getting mail from me. If she didn't hear from me, life was too good, busy and exciting for me to sit down, get introspective, and compose something meaningful like: "The girls in my cabin stay up all night making fart jokes. They are so imature (sic)." When the letters stopped arriving, she could rest easy knowing I'd found my place and maybe lightened up enough to make a fart joke or two.

This is all well and good, but that "don't write when all's well" impulse continued when I went to college (Sample email from my dad: "Just making sure you are alive. Sign on to IM sometime!") and right up to today, making me a terrible blogger, email correspondent, long-distance buddy, journal-keeper, daughter, etc.

So, uh, all's well! I have a bit of a cold, but I'm giving my immune system regular pep talks. I've been crazy busy but in a good way: finding my place, lightening up a bit, making fart jokes here and there (not really, but it's on my to-do list.) I've given a bunch of sermons which we haven't gotten around to posting yet--we'll keep you posted on the posting of those. These days I am unreasonably overjoyed by winter weather, cautiously optimistic about completing internship paperwork, and a little weepy with anticipation for my parents' arrival on the 24th.

A friend of a friend applied for a Horizon International internship and we exchanged a few emails before her interview. I had a hard time writing it--I kept getting stuck in meaningless generalizations I could have come up with (or at least guessed at) before I'd even come to Slovakia. So I decided to do a quick rundown, a "week-in-the-life." It just happened that it was Thanksgiving week--lots going on at church and school and really, really good times with our friends and colleagues here. Here's what I wrote:

“I’m having trouble doing justice to the experience … so I’ll try specifics! In brief, this was my week:
Monday: doctor’s appointment (I set this up, found the place and went to it by myself—an achievement), figuring out buses to get to school from the appointment, getting to school just in time (but without my keys! Doh!), teaching four classes on the topic of natural evil (how is God involved in hurricanes, famines, etc.?), meeting with my supervisor to go over what’s happening this week, begin plugging Sunday’s service into our bulletin template.
Tuesday: give a testimony of my life with Jesus to the weekly women’s Bible study I attend, more planning (for Sunday and Wednesday evening) and bulletin.
Wednesday: lead chapel worship at school, teach a class, help lead Thanksgiving Eve service at 7 pm, work on skit for stewardship Sunday.
Thursday: teach three classes, clean our house in preparation for guests for our weekend Thanksgiving celebration, shop for what we need to cook our offerings for the feast, go out for pizza with American and Slovak colleagues from school to celebrate actual Thanksgiving day.
Friday: cleaning, serious Thanksgiving cooking by my husband, getting bulletin ready to print, going to a goulash party with Slovak and American friends and guests who have begun to arrive and eating delicious venison goulash.
Saturday: Thanksgiving! Amazing feast, about 35 people gathered, skits, games, massive communal clean up and then off to the Christmas Market in old town Bratislava … and then back to the warm apartments for dramatic readings from Shakespeare and other fun times with our colleagues and guests. Somewhere in there, I print and copy the bulletins and they get folded by our friends (sweet!).
Sunday: breakfast with our overnight guests and then to church by 9 to practice for First-Sunday-in-Advent-Stewardship-Youth-O-Rama. Service includes: stewardship temple talk, short youth presentation to follow up on the conference they went to in Holland, Advent wreath explanation and lighting, a very funny and effective stewardship skit, pledge forms, offerings brought forward and prayed over… and the normal stuff (Communion, sermon, readings, etc.) Coffee hour then to the pastor’s flat for lunch of Thanksgiving leftovers and Christmas movies. First time this week my supervisor and I get to sit down and talk about the first communion class we are teaching … that day … at 3 pm. 15 people come to the class (parents and kids from 8 to 15) and it goes really, really well. Then I ate dinner, planned lessons for Monday and wrote this email to you!”

Was that a normal week? No way! But there really hasn't been a normal week. This week at church we have a baptism, recognition of first communicants and the Sunday School Christmas Program. And tonight is our first night going with our friends to the symphony! Yesterday all my regular classes we cancelled and I taught two classes of first years. At some point, we will put up and decorate our wee Christmas tree. Life is good, busy and exciting indeed.

*Toot*

Holiday observance

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 09:18:07 -0800

As Annie points out, the climactic elf/toy soldier battle in The Santa Clause 2: The Mrs. Clause seems far more epic in German.

Heads up, Philly people

noreply@blogger.com (novelgazer) — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 11:39:11 -0800

Assaults on two fronts!

io9.com forewarns of an imminent robot/monster/robot monster invasion, focus: Proximity Gallery, center city, TONIGHT. So be four-armed!(?)

Meanwhile, in Europe, Slovakia has been found in possession of suitable alternatives to Stroehmann's (King-size) white bread and Bob Evans savory breakfast sausage, and evidence suggests that recent tests to "stuffing-ize" these materials have been successful. To re-iterate, Slovakia is now suspected to be fully stuffing capable. Substitutions for scrapple and dried beef remain elusive; further experimentation is expected.

(Actually, we purchased something that could well have been Slovak scrapple, but I couldn't bring myself to try it before it expired.)

Update goulash

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 02:47:14 -0700

Hi! (cough)

But really, I am so much better. Practically completely healed. Just a tiny little leftover cough and some shortness of breath--the worst part is really that I seem to have pulled a muscle on the right side of my torso, which hurts all the time but especially when I move. I feel like maybe I should start keeping that kind of thing to myself ... like I'm starting to get a reputation, here ... but, you guys, bronchitis is a really bad deal, and this muscle thing really hurts. OK, self-pity moment over. Sucking it up, moving it on!

This is my second week back at school post-illness and we've been doing some great things. I pulled "Be the Teacher" out of my old bag of tricks from teaching days in Texas: students broke up into groups and prepared lessons to present to the class. They all did an amazing job with this: we had skits, word games, graphic organizers, a rap (complete with beatboxing students) and lots of good questions sparking group discussions and insights into the text that I hadn't considered before. The question we were debating was: Given all the evil and suffering in the world, is human freedom worth it? What do you think?

Other recent highlights:

Voting. Yay! With the help of the diplomatic pouch at the US embassy, civic responsibility has never been so easy. If I meet Craig Ferguson on the street, I will be able to look him in the eye (actually, I will probably giggle like a fangirl. But metaphorically.)
Bus pass: checked! During orientation we bought bus passes and the purchase filled me with a great sense of accomplishment. This sense came to full fruition when our passes were checked for the first time last week on the bus on the way to school. I was ready! Here's what happens: during a time when the bus is full but not totally packed, two guys in plainclothes get on the bus. In a longish space between two stops, one guy at the front of the bus and one at the back get out handheld machines to scan the bus passes. Anyone who doesn't have a pass gets off with the guys at the next stop and gets a ticket ( Slovak crowns.) So when you're visiting, be sure you buy your ticket before you get on and validate your ticket on the bus!
Travels: this weekend Sean and I are going to Košice where I'll be a guest preacher at an international congregation there. The weekend after that we head to Prague for some R&R! We are excited to have the opportunity to get out and see some more of Europe (we've been pretty homebound so far.) We did get a chance to go to Vienna last Friday with the Schicks which was such a treat! We ate wonderful Thai food and Viennese sweets/coffee and got a great overview of the city from our knowledgeable guides. I slept so well that night--it was a great day, fresh air, good food, good company ... (happy sigh.)

Both of my parents are now home from their travels in South Africa (and for my mom, South Africa and Malawi.) They are posting and captioning pictures ... I will give the link as soon as I get the word from them!

Siiiiiick

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 04:39:21 -0700

Hey y'all. I'm going to crawl back into bed in a bit, but thought I should check in. Super persistent (and super-no-fun) coughing sent me to the doctor on Monday, who gave me antibiotics, an expectorant, and a form to return to work in a week. I'm not sure I've ever had bronchitis before--I'm really more of a sinus infection kinda gal--but my mom gets them all the time and I have new found empathy/respect. Really, no fun.

The antibiotics seem to be working--I can tell because I am weak as a kitten and can't seem to do anything but sleep (the analogy breaks down in that I do not, as kittens do, have sudden urges to go tearing around the house or pounce on pieces of yarn.) Also, I woke up this morning still coughing, but coughing less often and more productively (ew). I can breathe a little better today, too. I may have it together enough to get some grading done.

I preached twice last week; sadly our sound recorder has malfunctioned ... especially sad since there was a completely wonderful guest choir from Washington DC visiting on Sunday. We'll post the text of both on the website, soon. I'm looking forward to healing and good things this month: preaching in Kosice the 26 and a trip to Prague over fall break. But now ... I'm looking forward to another nap. Prayers for healing are welcome! Also ... prayers for safe travels as my parents attend conferences in South Africa and Malawi.

Sermon Podcast: How much is enough?

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Sun, 21 Sep 2008 09:05:07 -0700

You'd better believe I climbed those stairs up to the pulpit extra carefully for my first sermon last Sunday! I thought I heard (maybe on my January term trip) that the International Congregation didn't use the high pulpit, but Pastor David in fact does because the whole church is kind designed for it ... unless you're sitting right in the front row (neck cramp!) it probably the easiest way for pastor and congregation to see each other in that space. I am probably going to trip at some point; I am planning to do so with good humor.

The sermon is about forgiveness, which I think is a difficult topic. I welcome your feedback, in the comments or via email. Help me learn and grow! Grab our podcast or download the sermon text or audio here.

Water

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 06:27:19 -0700

It is the feast day of Our Lady of Sorrows, patron saint of Slovakia and a national holiday. Sean and I are listening to Morning Edition via whyy.com at almost 3pm, getting ready for school tomorrow and still recovering from a whirlwind week (teaching, sermoning, etc.) It's been raining lightly all day, a gentle, welcome tapping on our windows that makes me glad to be inside, warm and cozy. I love days like this, especially after it has been so brutally hot. Water can be comforting, joyful, renewing, and such a relief.

Water is also powerful and frightening. 6 hours after I gave a children's message on the joyful experience of using water to remember our baptism, Pastor Kristi at St. Luke's responded to terrible flooding in Park Ridge with a sermon on Noah, and God's rainbow promise to never destroy the world. Water has as much potential for destruction as it does for sustaining creation--it is absolutely essential to life and can be absolutely deadly. God uses this powerful sign to make powerful promises to humanity: you will not be destroyed, you are my children, you are forgiven.

Lots of prayer requests on my mind today!

Let us pray for the search and rescue workers in Galveston and for everyone still waiting for them.

Let us pray for everyone trying to get the basics in Houston: power, drinking water, gasoline for generators, food. May the relief efforts reach and assist them in their times of need.

Let us pray for everyone cleaning up from flood damage in Park Ridge, especially Katie and Phil as they also prepare for their wedding this week. Bless the members of St. Luke's as they remember God's rainbow promise.

Let us pray for everyone in the South and Midwest impacted by Hurricane Ike--bless relief agencies and home and business owners who will be "in it for the long haul" for recovery and rebuilding.

Let us give thanks for God's life-giving gift of water: water used for cleaning up after storms, to sustain the people who are in the midst of recovery, and to remind all of us that God loves us, forgives us, and gives us new life.

I talked to my parents last night--the basement of their condo building (the parking lot and storage area) was flooded 10 inches, and some of the items they had in storage were damaged or destroyed. They don't have power or hot water and my mom is on a big deadline for work ... they were keeping positive, but please keep them in your prayers, too.

Here's a picture of us praying at the end of the children's message, yesterday. We had so much fun sprinkling water on the congregation! You can see the kids are suppressing giggles, here. Water is a lot of fun when it isn't in hurricane form. We're going to post the text and audio of my first sermon at Bratislava International Congregation soon, but until then, check out the pictures here.

Which candidate would you rather have dinner with?

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Sat, 13 Sep 2008 08:08:29 -0700

Yesterday Sean and I went to the American embassy (which is really a very pleasant place to go when your passport is already blue) and they mailed in our absentee ballot requests for us. I swear I was already filling out the forms when Sean found this Craig Ferguson clip, but I have to admit, it did inspire/exhort/shame me into actually following through that very day.

Pretty great, right? I'm very excited to get my ballot--now that we're online and a little more settled we're back to following the election news. Lately we've been reading articles to each other in the evenings, which isn't as sweet as when we used to read each other Sherlock Holmes stories before bed, but I'm enjoying it.

Tomorrow is my first time preaching at Bratislava International Church. I will also give a children's message ... =). Of course I'm nervous, but in that "this is really happening and now it's started and that's a good thing" kind of way. Today I had a wonderful meeting with Pastor David about my sermon, and right away he highlighted the areas of preaching I need to work on: using clear transitions, writing for speaking rather than reading, writing a sermon rather than an essay, fully illustrating my examples rather than assuming my congregation will have the same background information I do. I feel like I'm already learning so much on this internship ... and as of today, we've been here just one month. My parents taught me this mantra when I was quite young and I've spent most of my life repeating it (because it's true): I'm a lucky girl.

Back to improving that first draft! Keep me and the congregation in your prayers tomorrow--the topic of the sermon is forgiveness, which is a tough one, to be sure. Sean's quote (which I'm using in the sermon): "If forgiveness were easy, we wouldn't need Jesus." This is most certainly true!

Sweeeeeet

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 12:54:25 -0700

Many things here are familiar, or at least, it's not such a stretch to adapt to the differences. But when we want to impress our friends and family with an exotic factoid, we tell them about "sweet lunch."

"Sweet lunch" is a phrase we learned during orientation, used to describe days when dessert is served as an entree at our school cafeteria. Jelly donuts, pirogis filled with blueberry and dusted with chocolate, and spaghetti noodles covered with chocolate sauce are all sweet meals we'd seen or heard about. We went for a long time without directly experiencing it, though, and the anticipation made it take on mythic significance in my mind.

Our first real sweet lunch experience occurred on Monday--and it was really no big deal. Our friend and colleague Peter described it as "dumplings in vanilla cream": the dumplings were like pieces of challah bread, and the cream sauce was like a thin sweetened condensed milk ... not too sweet at all, and the bread was lovely and satisfying. Also lovely was the soup, which featured very hearty and protein-rich beans and sausage (yay!) and a piece of watermelon for dessert. My old fears about getting a balanced meal were banished and replaced by fears about whether or not I could balance all three plates on one tray--the women at the lunch counter and I had a good laugh as I tried to figure that out!

Speaking of sweet adaptations: we hooked our new-to-us TV up to the cable today and watched The Simpsons ... in German. I've seen those reruns so many times that only new voices and a new language I don't really understand could make it fresh again--I laughed a whole, whole lot. I also watched Scrubs in German--the guy dubbing Dr. Cox is brilliant. I'd like to think Sarah Chalke, who plays Elliot, is doing her own dubbing, being German and German-speaking and all. I'll have to see if they have credits for the actors doing the dubbing next time ...

...except that I really should be writing my first sermon, which is coming up on Sunday. I'm excited for the opportunity to preach here! I've got a hymn of the day picked out, which is a good start, and some good thoughts that are making their way to the page.

Goodnight! Sweeeet dreams!

Podcast: Annie's Installation

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 13:35:30 -0700

It's official! I was installed today as Intern Pastor at Bratislava International Congregation. During a particularly moving moment I started to tear up and couldn't help thinking, "Oh no ... I've got to sing right after this ...pull it together, Annie!" There is grace and I am grateful. You can find the audio of that portion of the service here.

So, remember what I said about keeping the windows open at all costs? Not tonight! It is raining furiously ... a completely amazing storm to cap a completely amazing week. I am going to make this quick so I can hop into bed while it's still raining, thundering and lightening-ing with intent. It's just about my favorite way to fall asleep, and living up in the attic as we do gives us a front row seat to all kinds of fireworks.

Check out our pictures. We've updated the Welcome to Bratislava set with more pictures of our neighborhood and apartment, and also added sets for our day at Devín castle and a craft fair at the Bratislava castle. The most recent set is one we've (tongue-in-cheek) titled Average Bratislava Weekend. It includes the first party at our apartment, the coronation festival in old town, my installation at Bratislava International Congregation, and a great batch of chocolate chip cookies, among other completely normal events. I joke, but I'm kinda serious, too ... I won't be installed every weekend, but exciting stuff seems to be happening all the time, all around us. Big city life? Flurry of activity before winter sets in? I'll keep you posted ...
The first week of teaching went well, but I'm too interested in getting a good night's sleep before starting the second week to say too much more about it right now. My students seem, as promised, really bright and ready to discuss and debate the big topics--it feels good, and gives me lots of good energy, to be teaching again.

OK, I missed the storm, but I'm still pretty motivated about this reasonable bedtime thing. Dobrú noc!

Let the sunshine (and everything else) in

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 12:22:27 -0700

I took this picture to show off our latest project: curtains for our bedroom windows. Hooray for privacy! (What a funny thing to write on the Internet.) Anyway, we love them--when we close them during the day the room has a warm, red glow that I think will be especially cheerful as it gets colder.

And it is getting colder, especially at night. We are keeping our windows open, though, and on the whole I'm enjoying this. Our open windows mean:

*thoroughly enjoying that slightly-chilly feeling of the mornings and evenings: perfect for snuggling or curling up with tea, a prayer shawl and a book.

*taking in the sounds of the city: busses and trolleys, classical music sing-alongs, wild parties late into the night (this can get a little old, but I have earplugs), cats in the courtyard, church bells near and far, fireworks for the holiday weekend. When we heard the fireworks we ran up to our roof-top balcony ... we really do have a great view! I've lived in big cities before (Houston and DC) but never right in the heart of the city like this--as much as I loved getting out of the city for an afternoon this weekend, living in the middle of it all suits me best, I think.

*living with pesky bugs. This wasn't so bad, at first, but as the weather gets colder the mosquitoes and bees are getting more aggressive. We take this as a sign of desperation and believe that our victory is near. Well, as near as the first real cold snap. They're just doing their buggy thing, feeding their babies with our blood, etc. We're just trying not to encourage them too much.

So, other than the bees and skeeters--which do add an element of excitement to our lives--we're loving the open windows. I listened to the bells today and wished I had our audio recorder set up to get all the great ambient sound. We'll have to capture some of that for our podcasts.

Podcasts may have to wait a bit--tomorrow begins a very busy week. The first week of school! Also, I'll be installed at the intern pastor at Bratislava International Congregation on Sunday. Lots of good things in the works; we'll report back as we can.

But first: I promised I'd report our first cooking or baking failure. We tried to make boiled ham, cabbage and potatoes tonight: the ham turned into a mass of inedible goo. We have no idea why this happened--perhaps the properties of ham are different here? Resistant to boiling? We ended up having a lovely cabbage and potato appetizer, followed by a delicious Tesco brand pepperoni pizza and a couple slices of freshly baked banana bread. Well-recovered! Quote of the night: "Sacrifice the ham to the bees!" "They don't want it, either."

Goodnight! Blessings on everyone returning to work after the holiday weekend, and to students and teachers going back to school!

So ... how's that move coming?

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 11:05:30 -0700

Cardinal rule of blogging: broken. I could make excuses about Internet access and bein' busy, but Sean's been in the same situation as me and managed to send out quite a few posts since we arrived. Of course, he was often doing this:

Yes, that is Sean precariously balancing his laptop on the sill of our bedroom window (no screen, sixth floor up), hoping to catch some wifi on the wind. We found that if it was both morning and not too humid, we had a fairly good chance of getting a weak-and -unstable-but-serviceable signal at that exact spot. Fortunately, you can't really beat that spot as far as views go. I mean ... castle! I love waking up and looking out to see it every morning through these huge, cheerful windows.

While we still enjoy standing at those windows, our wifi pirating days are over. These last few days have been remarkable in terms of taking care of the necessities: we have cable Internet here at the house, we have cell phones and bus passes. Today we started the process of getting our visas at the police station and tomorrow we will go for a medical check up required by the school--after this weekend (long weekend for national holidays) we'll also have a local bank account. None of this can be credited to our ambition or moxie: our hosts and guides have taken care of us and all the details--we've just shown up with our documents and been ready to sign stuff! We're feeling blessed in so many ways these days.

So, now that I really have no excuses, some first impressions of our new home:

Sean is still an excellent cook here, and my baking skills seem to have traveled with us as well. Of course there are some differences in the ingredients, tools, measurements and methods, but so far we're doing quite well. I'll be sure to document our first (and, from what I've heard, inevitable) spectacular cooking/baking failure. Until then, though ...Sean made one of the best spaghetti sauces ever with oven-roasted tomatoes, bell pepper, onion and garlic. I made a loaf of banana bread, which you can see featured in this picture along with a St. Luke's prayer shawl (we've had some cool days already!) I substituted plain yogurt for the sour cream and it worked beautifully. I also made bread pudding, but it was a Paula Deen recipe and maybe unnecessarily sweet. I think I'd like to make cookies next, but we'll need to track down a cookie sheet. Everything is just a little different, and it's hard for me to explain exactly how: sugar, flour, butter ... but so far it's all turning into yummy stuff. One interesting difference we've noticed in the grocery store is that we can't find celery but celery root, or celeriac, is everywhere, even little tiny convenience stores. Time to make some soup! Also, the quality of fruit, especially stone fruit, in the grocery stores seems better here. It had been a long time since I'd had a good plum.
On our first day in Slovakia, David and Carla took us to one of their favorite places for pizza. When we sat down our menu didn't have any pizza in it. We got a menu from another table--it, too, seemed to have had a page removed. We found out from the waiter that the restaurant, which continues to have the word "pizza" in its name, no longer serves pizza. This was especially weird because David and Carla had just gotten pizza there recently. Then a copy shop that had been open the day before closed without warning for renovations. Then Larry noticed the picture on my desktop: I told him I took it from the tower of Bratislava castle. "When?" he asked. "In January." "Right before it closed down for repairs... why ... it's you!" Yes, I am behind all these strange events. Beware. Bwah ha ha.
So, between all that and successfully predicting the weather (I've started getting migraines the day before storm systems move in ... blergh) I've been pretty busy, but not too busy to pick up some basic and useful Slovak phrases. I'm pretty good at saying thank you, hello (at various times of day), excuse me, I'm sorry, good-bye, please and I don't know. I've gotten good enough at these phrases that I have misled many well-meaning strangers into thinking I know Slovak; hilarity ensues. The only solution is to learn Slovak! Put it on the list!
My first Sunday in Slovakia I helped lead the singing and the prayers of the church, enjoyed sitting in the congregation with Sean, and got to meet many good folks after the service at coffee hour. My second Sunday I got robed and led worship with Pastor David, taking on parts of the liturgy previously off-limits to me (parts marked "P"!) I got to lead my favorite part of the service: the order for confession and forgiveness. It is such a reliable and powerful witness to God's grace--we confess that we are in bondage to sin, we cannot free ourselves, and we hear and receive the Good News that ALL our sins are ENTIRELY forgiven. What could be better? How about a baptism? We baptized an adult member of the congregation--it was baptism, confirmation, and first communion all at once, as in the Orthodox tradition. That baptism made everything feel even more precious than usual: the gift of water, the welcome of the table, the way the Word came to us in the sermon and the hymns, especially as we sang "Go, my children, with my blessing," the beautiful sending song by Slovak hymn-writer Jaroslav Vajda, who just passed away this summer. "In my love's baptismal river/I have made you mine forever/Go my children, with my blessing, you are my own." My parents and I sang this hymn and wept before I moved to Texas; Sean and I sang it walking down the aisle together as very-newly-weds; we sang it at St. Luke's again the Sunday I preached and the congregation prayed for our safe transition to Slovakia. I've always associated it closely with St. Luke's, and home, but now I also connect it with Slovakia, with the baptisms celebrated and remembered all over the world, and with finding home in Christian community near and far.

Well, now I've broken another rule of blogging and gone on for too long. No excuses, just one more picture.
This is our magnetic photo wall. We realized the day we left for Bratislava that we have lots of prints from our wedding and pretty much no other recent events. We also ended up with too many pictures of just the two of us and we know what we look like. Send us photos! We will display them with honor and care. Our mailing address is here.

Later, gators.

So ... how's that list coming?

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 07:51:47 -0700

Today is the day Sean and I depart for Slovakia; our flight leaves from O'Hare at 10 pm and will arrive in Vienna at 5:30 pm tomorrow. Today is also our two-year wedding anniversary. It seems fitting and auspicious to begin our adventure together this way, this day!

But, you may ask, what ever happened to that To-Do list you made back in June? It was completed, and quickly replaced by other lists. But it's worth taking another look, just to give me a small sense of accomplishment on a morning when we aren't ... quite ... packed (one of our brand new suitcases had a defective zipper. Eh, could be worse. We're going back to exchange it today. Plenty of time! =))

Done in June, July and August as preparation for pastoral internship and mission volunteering in Slovakia:

1. Sold most of our earthly possessions. This went really well, as previously reported. We are free of excess stuff and it's great. Very liberating. We hope to never own a car again. But before you make us saints of simple-living, know that we have probably over-packed for our trip. Neither of us is really sure how to pack for going abroad for a whole year--what clothes to bring or to leave--and we've both leaned toward "bring" since we have this neat allowance from the ELCA to go over our bag and weight limit. This is probably a mistake, but we won't know what was right to bring and what was wrong until we get there. If we do another short term mission assignment, we'll be better prepared for this part. Still, I'm going to take another look in the bags today and pull out what I can.

2. Went to the Jersey Shore, soaked it up. Sean is really hoping my first call will be to shore town. As long as there's a boardwalk with rides, soft serve, fried oreos and mini-golf, I'm there!

3. Prayed. For my family, missing Jason, and for my future students, the third years: at the end of this past year one of their classmates committed suicide. For my cousin L and my sister M who are sick. For safe travels and preparations for all the missionaries I met at orientation--and for all of us in that group, for support and love as we navigate transitional times. This is one that can't be checked off the list! Please keep us in your prayers, especially as we travel today and tomorrow.

4. Got trained. I'm still processing everything I learned at the Bread for the World Hunger Justice Leader training. The days were densely packed and each workshop was full of useful, engaging and meaningful material. If I'd been good, I would have blogged every night. Sleeping is for the weak. =)

This picture is from the training, and it's on the Bread for the World page promoting a really exciting campaign that all of you voter-types living in the US should consider taking part in: BEAT Hunger 2008. You sign up, Bread sends you emails when there are political events/townhall meetings in your area, you go and ask the candidates a question relating to domestic or world hunger, and maybe someone goes with you and records it and puts the whole exchange up on YouTube. Candidates start to realize that hunger is a real and relevant campaign issue, and should be a priority for them when elected as well. This will be tricky to do from Slovakia, but my dad signed up last night; you can join him by signing up here, and reading more about it here.

5. Wrote prayers for Sundays and Seasons. Look for my intercessory prayers in 2010: the First and Second Sundays of Christmas, Epiphany Sunday, Vigil of Easter and Easter Sunday. The Easter Vigil prayers were the most fun to write: if you haven't been to an Easter Vigil service, I highly recommend it!

6. Enjoyed New Jersey. We did! And we miss it. We've also enjoyed Park Ridge, my hometown. It's been very, very good to have this time with my folks, but I bet they'll be glad to have their condo, and they're regular routine, back! We're looking forward to getting into a regular routine of our own.

7. Enjoyed our family. This is also not something that gets crossed off the list. We will continue to do this, if from afar, over Skype, through emails and letters, and with the pictures y'all post. As we told our niece and nephew, "It'll still be good, just different."

We very much enjoyed time with our friends and family at the sermon/sending/anniversary party my folks hosted August 3. It reminded me of my high school graduation party, and our wedding reception, too ... so many good people coming together from different parts of our lives, interacting with each other in neat and unexpected ways, the room filled with warm, good feeling. Laurel said: "This is a good group, this is a safe place." It's true! We are blessed to have such a strong, loving support network. (And prayer shawls, from the St. Luke's Prayer Shawl Ministry--we also have one Mim made us for our wedding--we were advised to bring 'em all, as it can be cold indoors and outdoors in the winter!)

So, what's left to do? Replace that suitcase, finish packing, take it all apart and pack again, get on the plane. Do these things that are ongoing ... Enjoy our family! Pray! Wistfully remember New Jersey! Depart for a new place, knowing that we are loved unconditionally, glad for grace.

Table prayer

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 21:22:39 -0700

As I sat down with the children of St. Luke's, I realized I was pretty much a total stranger to them. So I introduced myself: "My name is Annie--I grew up in this congregation, just like you are now. As you know, this is a great church to grow up in." They nodded knowingly. And it's true! Demonstration to follow ...

So, I summarized the story of the feeding of the 5,000 (more knowing nods from the children ... they were quite familiar with the story already) and tied that into the work of the ELCA World Hunger Appeal, which St. Luke's supports. "The World Hunger Appeal is one way the church gathers all of our gifts for Jesus to bless and multiply, so that people have enough to eat." Then they helped me teach an extended version of "Come, Lord Jesus" to the congregation. Together, we learned:

Come, Lord Jesus, be our guest
Let these gifts to us be blessed.
Blessed be God who is our Bread
May all the world be clothed and fed.

One boy in particular volunteered that he already knew the prayer, so I asked him when he prayed it.
"Dinnertime!"
"Exactly! It's a mealtime prayer, a table prayer ... and I want to pray this prayer with all of you now, but we need a meal and a table ... do you see a table in this room?"

This was the part that amazed and impressed me: I didn't even finish the question before all of the children had turned and pointed to the table behind us, all set for Holy Communion. I learned to think of the altar as a table and Communion as a meal in seminary. Most of these kids were pre-reading age, most of them don't receive Communion yet, but they already have a deep theological understanding of the Lord's Supper as true nourishment. They know that we gather around the table, we are fed, and we are sent out to feed others. How cool is that?!

Which is exactly what I said at that point in the children's sermon. "Yes! You're right! That's so cool!" We all stood up and gathered around the table; we held hands and the congregation joined us in praying the prayer again. At the second service there were fewer kids, so the assisting minister, lector ("That's my mom!" I explained to the kids,) the music director, and presiding minister all joined the circle, too. I gave each kid a magnet with the words of the prayer (and the ELCA World Hunger website) to take home.

"Come, Lord Jesus" has always been meaningful for me; it is my family table prayer, a sign that I am home with people I love. Praying it in this new context--with the children and the table set for Communion--added a whole new layer of meaning and made me think about the words and appreciate them as I never have before. I'd recommend the experience for kids of all ages.

Geeked

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 21:01:30 -0700

Those who know me know ... I'm a cupcake fan.

In August 2005 we were starting to plan our wedding; I wasn't all that into it. I was excited about getting married, I just wasn't excited about ... getting married. I looked forward to planning worship, but I dreaded all the logistics of a reception. Then my mom said, "How about cupcakes instead of cake?"

That changed everything! I realized the reception could be a chance to share our quirky selves with our friends and family--enjoyable for everyone involved. We could have cupcakes instead of cake, lunch at the church instead of dinner at a hotel, and playing cards and a potted plant at every table. Cupcakes gave us permission to be creative and to be ourselves.

I enjoyed my cupcake-related research so much that I kept up with it after the wedding--seeking out blogs with good recipes and ideas. The best is the clearinghouse of all things cupcake, Cupcakes Take the Cake. I go there for all my cupcake-related news. =)

Which is why this totally made my day. Woo hoo! It may not be the most flattering photo, but it captures a joyful moment, and now it's been shared with others. Neat!

Here's another picture of us recreating the ceremonial "cutting of the cupcake" from our reception, 2 years ago August 12.

And here is my favorite cupcake recipe, a vegan applesauce spice cake I put together from several sources and tweaked into a never-fail favorite. Other cupcakes are prettier; none I've had are as consistently tasty. =)

Sermon Podcast: Bread for the Journey

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 11:47:29 -0700

I was honored to preach this morning at St. Luke's, my home congregation. The texts were Isaiah 55:1-5; Psalm 145; Romans 9:1-5; and Matthew 14:13-21. I also got to do the children's message, but I'll post more on that later! Also for a later post: a report on the wonderful party we had back at our house after church.

But for now, subscribe to our podcast (via iTunes or other software) or download and listen to the sermon here. The text of the sermon (not a transcript, but close enough) is available as a pdf here and as a Word document here.

It was a wonderful day spent with family and friends. Now it's 10 pm and my dad is starting to turn off all the lights around the house ... must be bedtime for Edison-Swift-Albrights. I will not argue! But first, a picture of me and Mommy, after the service:

You can see more pictures from the service and the party on our flickr page.

Sermon Podcast: When Jesus Comes to Dinner

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 17:36:03 -0700

Click here to listen to our podcast of Thursday's sermon. Below is the artwork we used as part of our reflection: a paper cutting of the loaves and fishes by Fan Pu, a Chinese Christian artist I met in Nanjing in 2002. What do you like/notice/find interesting about the picture?

Loaves Abound!

podcast@edison-albright.com (Sean and Anne Edison-Albright) — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 17:18:48 -0700

Here we are after a whirlwind of wonderful worship: Sean was lector, assisting minister, usher and communion assistant (whew!) and I preached and assisted with communion. None of it would have happened at all without my dad, who designed and produced a handout (Gospel text on the front, Fan Pu's paper cutting of the Loaves and Fishes on the back), gathered loaf-looking pretzels and goldfish snacks for the after-worship fellowship, and made a DVD of a MOSAIC segment on Slovakia for us to use as part of our presentation after the service (he also ushered and assisted with communion ... Super Dad!) The Thursday night service is more informal--the sermon is usually dialogue-style, so I was able to use some of my teaching techniques. Sean's working on editing the audio file now to post on our website--I'll add a note here when it's up.

I'm tired and happy, looking forward to getting a good night's sleep and a good day's work in on Sunday's sermon. I've gotten great ideas and input from people, from the many insights of the folks at the service tonight to Carmen, who gave me a haircut this morning. She had me retell the story in my own words and narrow down what was most important to me about it--so helpful!

The presentation we gave after the service tonight went really well and I found myself reflecting on how nice it was to have a partner-in-mission to present with. Sean was great: very well-researched and knowledgeable as he talked about the Lyceum and the ELCA's relationship with the Evangelical Church of the Augsburg Confession in Slovakia. It felt good to put some of that orientation training to such immediate use ... and it is good indeed to be a team.