Welcome to Your BUS to Vilnius

So, there we were, in the Frankfurt (Germany) airport, handing our boarding passes to the attendant, and being excited about heading finally to Lithuania. We go down the walkway, turn right, down again, and turn left to…go outside….to..a BUS??

Just when we were thinking we had REALLY gotten gypped by the travel agent, the bus took off across the tarmac and pulled up to a row of planes that did not have proper gates, and were only parked along the vast airport runway system. We filed out of the bus, and up a flight of movable stairs into our aircraft for our final flight.

Once inside, the seats were the most comfortable seats I have every had the privilege of sitting in while aboard an aircraft, and I settled in for a very luxurious flight. Above the grey skies and thick cloud banks, bright horizons and a blanket of snow white clouds beneath put my flight into the realms of serenity.

While not quite so poetic, my travels today have been very smooth and, dare I say, relaxing. We had breakfast in the Netherlands, lunch in Germany, and dinner in Lithuania. No problems with luggage, customs, airlines, or anything else for that matter. There was even no checkpoint in the Vilnius airport….no one asked for our insurance information (as we were told they would) and no one stopped us. We only paused to change dollars into litas, and to catch a taxi to our hostel.

Currently it is in the low 50s F, about 17 C, and rainy, like a fall day in the north-east United States. Hannah and I are settling in for a hopefully quiet and relaxing evening.

More to come, plus pictures…

Peace and Love

Phil

Oh the Places I Will Go

Hello everyone,

I have added photos from my stay in the Netherlands…head over to my facebook to check them out. For those of you without Fbook, I am working on getting them on my web site, but that will take longer, so please have patience.

Thanks.

Phil

A Coffee Shop Isn’t

Once upon a time, two groups of not so happy people were living in a forest. One group found some brown beans, roasted them, and boiled them, and discovered coffee, and they were no longer unhappy. The other group found some leaves, crushed and rolled them and smoked the roles, and were very happy. Both groups returned to the Netherlands and set up shops to share their happiness. Now, when you want to be very happy, stop by a Coffee Shop. When you simply want some coffee, show up at a Cafe. Lesson learned…pictures to follow.

So, I have now been in Holland for two days. The flight over was good and uneventful. My first day I just hung out with my friend Anja, who I knew from Papua New Guinea….we chilled, walked around town, and later in the evening went to a birthday party for an older gentlemen friend of hers and had a blast joking with his (adult) children about the Olympics and the upcoming semester in Lithuania.

Today, I met up with my friend Hans, and, along with two of his cousins, Hannah Anja and myself went to the small town of Utrecht. We toured the Catholic church with the tallest tower in Holland, and climbed every single one of 400-something stairs (we stopped counting) to see the view from the top, which was incredible. We could see the Amsterdam skyline on the horizon, and the whole town laid out in front of us. We also walked around an outdoor market (were I got a new hat!) and went back to Anja’s for some Chinese takeout. I since have come home with Hans so that Hannah and Anja can have some “girl” time together.

I will have pictures soon, but I am doing well and feeling fantastic in Holland.

More to come….

~Phil

A Last Hurrah

Well, everyone, the time is almost here: Study Abroad Time…my trip to Lithuania.

I am excited, nervous, scared, and impatient to be going. We, my girlfriend Hannah and I, will be driving to Washington/Dullus and will be flying at approximately 1717 tomorrow evening and arriving in Amsterdam around 0700 Friday morning. We will hang out with some Dutch friends for a few days before flying to Vilnius, Lithuania by way of Frankfurt, Germany. After which we have a week trip around Lithuania before settling in at Lithuania Christian College International University for a semester of study.

We will be meeting up with about 20 students from various colleges and universities from around the U.S. who will be studying with us. We have already been in contact with several other students, who, like us, will be arriving in Vilnius the evening before we were supposed to arrive, and we will be getting dinner together and getting to know each other. Fun stuff.

So, on for today: getting things finalized at the college, doing last-minute laundry, packing, and trying not to panic.

More news as event warrant, and possible updates from the aiport(s) if there is free wireless to be connected to.

Oh yeah, please…if you have my cell number, DO NOT CALL ME as it will cost $3.49 PER MINUTE if you do. (that is, do not call me after 5pm tomorrow evening). Thank You for your assistance.

Well, that is all for now,

Peace.

In the Air(Port)

Hello, friends,

It’s been awhile since I have written, so since I have time here in Harrisburg International (??) Airport, I think I will update.

Let me begin by saying that the “Hour and a half before domestic flights” really does not apply to small airports. I suppose I should have known this, but I got here and went through security and they x-rayed my bag twice (hopefully it didn’t cook the hard drives I have in there) and I still have 2 hours to wait. Oh well. At least they have free wireless flooding the terminal. This place reminds me of Goroka airport, except that it has 11 more gates (for a whopping total of: 12 whoot) and it’s more clean, and paranoid about security. After all, it was in Goroka airport that I held my first M16. Anyway, I for one am thankful for the paranoia…maybe it will save some lives somewhere down the road, you never know.

My summer stands almost over. I have spent it in quiet reflection, pondering, translating Ruth from Hebrew into English, and other sundry projects. Oh yeah, and plenty of relaxation. This summer’s unexpected fun: Joss Whedon’s Dr. Horrible. Check him out.

Coming up: A trip to Virginia for 8 days (that would be why I am in the airport).
Insane packing and stuff.
A semester study abroad in Lithuania.

So, while in Virginia I hope to see the ocean which I haven’t seen in several years. It may not seem like a big deal, but I grew up pretty close to the ocean (about 5-15 minutes drive) and we would visit often to watch the sunset and throw a frisbee around, and it is something I really miss. I swear when I arrive in Norfolk I can smell the ocean, and it smells like home. Nowhere else really smells like home. I will also see my brother, that will be cool, too. Hopefully we will get some quality time to hang and just kick it. We also should get over to see the rage: Batman: Dark Knight, and then hopefully Mummy 3 with Jet Li as the new kung-fu mummy. I will also get to see my Aunt Jane and stay with her for several days; that is always fun and crazy.

Then I come back here to little Grantham to finish packing, move some more junk into storage (I cannot believe how much stuff a person can accumulate) and finalize packing before I head to Lithuania for my study abroad. More on that later.

On another note, this terminal has a very nice selection of music on its in house radio. It’s nice to be able to say that, actually…sometimes it is hard to block that stuff out if it is some annoying pop.

So my next stop, will be Philly, where I have been a few times before, and another hour wait before the hop to VA. In all, this looks to be a really easy and relaxed few hours of travel. See you on the flip side.

Peace.

Here At Last

Hello readers,

Perhaps you remember a little while ago I promised to post online my latest video editing project from Pirates of the Caribbean. Well, the wait is over:

enjoy!

Piratica Ultima – An Explanation

In France, the year 1789, the prison Bastille was stormed, sparking the French Revolution. This, in turn, sparked a creative revolution, and turned the artistic world’s tables for good. Neoclassicalism was a thing of the past, and Romanticism would forevermore hold sway over popular culture. Eventually, though, the Revolution was taken too far, and many heads were taken as well.

Imagine, however, a different scenario. Romanticism came first, and Neoclassicalism, on the rise, is methodically stamping out Romantics wherever they be. Hanging, not beheading, is the new regime’s method of death. The Revolution is a fight for freedom. And the Romantics? They are pirates.

Now you have the world of Pirates of the Caribbean, and an understanding of my latest video editing project: Piratica Ultima: A Hero Comes Home….

**coming soon!**

A Note on Gender Inclusive Language and Related Issues

OK. I don’t know how much you have heard, read, or had experience with the whole idea of “Gender Inclusive Language” but here at Messiah College, where I learn stuff, I have had to account for this phenomena in my writing, with no small amount of perfunctory annoyance.

Simply put, gender inclusive language removes the “he, him” and “MAN-kind, you guys” and all other usually male oriented pronouns or nouns when used in reference to a person of unknown gender, or collective group of mixed gender. For instance, in my last post, I said something like “the Bible has made more men than any other book.” What I should be understood as saying is this, “The Bible has made people better,” which is how I should rewrite that sentence to avoid any semblance of excluding women from this. I actually do not mean that the Bible has made no women, I mean simply that the Bible has a tendency to transform and strengthen the core traits that makes a man a man and a woman a woman.

This then becomes the habit of my writing. Its not that I mind using language that includes women just as much as men, it is more that I was taught in a literary tradition that was just peachy for a long time until someone decided that it was somehow discriminatory. And habits are hard to break.

Personally, I think we could all stand to be way more mature than we are being, and realize a device of literature and move on with our lives, rather than to get offended about it. Seriously, why bother going around outraged because a new person in college, or high school is a freshman when they are in fact a woman? I mean, come on. Excepting the days when women were perhaps barred from institutions of higher learning, I don’t think anyone seriously intended to mean that only men could go to college, or whatever whoever is offended by this thinks.

Furthermore, if we don’t like all this, and we can’t use words like “mankind” anymore, than we need to rename the entire race. Human still has man in it. And so does woman. and women.

Since when did it become so about us that we had to start being offended by everything, and demand that society bend over backward to include, pander to, cease from offense toward, and in any/every other way stop inconveniencing ourselves and whatever little club, group, or minority that we perceive ourselves as belonging to?

in one very real way: Grow up, people.

Blood Sweat Tears

The rain drops softly from grey bleeding sky
Running down cloud edge to roof
Streaking window to puddle upon sill
Splash splash splashing upon the tender ground
Rush down road and alleyway behind
Buildings grim-dark
Caged around with rusted metal and haunted –
Broken – staring – eyes

The world works hard, spinning day by day
Hurtling through vacuous vacuum
Vainly struggling to push off of nothing
And rush forward into the black
Pulling moon like puppy-dog
Barely keeping the sun’s seething time and pace
Exertion builds with each revolution’s effort
The rain drops softly from grey sweaty sky

The rain drops softly from grey crying sky
Injustice after war after hate after famine after
Weeping for those that die
Weeping for those that live
The greater tragedy unknown
A heart eternally broken, without comfort
Seeking solace in the infinite void
Not void, but God, hugs the traumatized world

The rain drops softly from God…

Open War Is Upon You

This was written as a response to my friend Zach wondering about just war, killing, and all the rest….I thought it worthy of posting here….

Death, War, Killing, Defense, Capital Punishment….where is the end of the matter?

Extreme examples do little to advance the issue: “A man with a bomb on his chest about to destroy 100 babies,” Hitler, rape happening right in front of you. Of course, there are few people who could object to saving babies, who could keep themselves from punching the rapist’s lights out, or from seeking a way to stop Hitler.

The solution must be able to work in the simple areas of human life, else, how could it apply to the larger issues of a Hitler? Life is lived in the small, not the grandiose. More often than not, the decision is to strike out against a fellow human, not to go to war. Should we not govern ourselves in the micro, and thus, be able to govern ourselves in the macro? What was it Naaman was told, “Be faithful in the small things.”

You cannot get around the history of the Israeli people. The Bible is full of God-sanctioned wars, and killings. He Himself practiced genocide against the entire human race save eight people. But, granted, God is God, and the Creator by right has complete control over the Created. So God can move as He wishes. Herein is my first point. Most of the wars and killings we see are at God’s command. Kill Achan and his family. Wipe out every inhabitant of the land. Destroy the Amalakites with the edge of the sword. As human followers of God, we must obey Him, and do as He commands, no matter how it seems to us. But ok, I doubt any of us have received a directive from God to move against Toledo because it is an exceeding wicked city. What then?

Jesus taught a gospel of love. “Love the Lord your God, and your neighbor as yourself.” Who is your neighbor? Practically anyone beyond yourself. The book of 1 John declares how love is to be. Complete unselfishness towards another. If you are acting for another’s benefit, are you going to hit them, let alone, kill them? Chances are no. But ah, here is the issue, what if someone else is? Protection and defense, what then?

God goes to a point of telling us to accept wrongdoing against ourselves, to stand up and suffer for His Name’s Sake, and that He will reward us in the end. But for others, we are told to protect the fatherless, the widow, the weak. I believe God gives strength to protect weakness. The woman being raped, the unborn baby, the Jew, the oppressed, all lack the ability to protect themselves. It is the duty, the responsibility, and the obedience towards God to step in, and defend. But how far? Lethal force? Love is your guide, love of your enemy. I believe, only as much as necessary. If one punch will do the job, do not swing two. But some evil cannot be so easily restrained. If they insist on trying to harm to their own detriment and death, then that is a choice they have made.

This then, I believe, applies from the small, all the way to the large. Sometimes war, that great evil, is necessary to stop an aggressor who simply refuses to cease hurting the defenseless. In the rules of war in Deuteronomy, God gave instructions to give the city a chance to surrender, before the Israelites attacked. If you are governed by love, even of the unlovable, you will be slow, as God is, to move. He gave the inhabitants of Canaan 400 years to repent, and they still refused to turn from being evil. They chose their doom. Achan chose to sin, and to lie. He chose his doom. In both situations though, it was man who had to shed man’s blood.

Is the statement “Whoso sheds man’s blood, by man his blood shall be shed” a command or a prophecy? I could see both, but think of it this way: Which makes you less likely to repeat an act, making reparations yourself, or having another do it for you? If God killed all offenders, so be it. But if you, acting in obedience to God, yet still loving them, must kill the offender, will you be as likely to let it get to that point? No. I think not.

Of course, evil is in the world, and some murderers get themselves made executioners, but that is the way of things. It is for us to make it as much like God has declared it should be.

Love all men, even your enemy, but so also, protect those without protection.

This then, is my understanding.