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3. Remembering America August 2006: Wild and Wonderful
2 minutes"You've never seen a possum or raccoon?" To us English they seemed exotic, even mythological like the duck-billed platypus or unicorn. "Possum's are mean, ugly critters". Raccoons only come out at night. If you see one in daylight keep away"."Why? Do they get a bit grumpy if they miss their sleep?" "No, they're probably rabid and will bite you". "We ought to go on a 'coon hunt". My mind involuntarily flashed back to the days of slavery. Then I realised. "Those 'coons had better watch out if we did". Beyond the golf course was a forest. "If we shone a…
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Feeling Threatened
1 minuteI genuinely feel threatened as a Christian, like some sort of endangered species that’s on the brink of extinction. Although Christianity has survived for 2,000 years prior to my existence, I somehow feel that it’s continuance is fragile and uncertain. Threatened. Threatened by the world, postmodernism, organic food, culture, PhD’s, false religions, apathy and relativism. […]
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2. Remembering America August 2006: Welcome Meeting
2 minutesOur resort was on a golf course above Cheat Lake, and I mean literally "on a golf course". I think our kitchen sink was probably the 16th hole. Golf balls were flying everywhere. I noticed a golf ball sized hole in the headlight of the bus (practically an RV) that Duane and Chris had very generously lent us. I lived in fear for a few days (Duane looks like a tough guy) until Drew pointed out it was damaged previously. All these resorts have a welcome meeting for new visitors. As there's usually free drinks and snacks they are usually…
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1. Remembering America August 2006: Getting there.
2 minutesSo they want to blow up our plane mid-atlantic, eh? The news screamed at us a week before we were due to leave. The security would be tight, we'd be alright. No liquids on the plane and a small amount of hand luggage. Emily phoned. "Were we still coming?" "Of course we were". Gatwick was busy, very busy. We queued for this, we queued for that. The man in front had a bottle of clear liquid in his pocket. The swift hand of a security guard whipped it out like a pistol. "No liquids on the plane, Sir" Even the…