La Bonne Aventure || Part One

I’ve spent the last ten days tramping through Oxford, London, Paris, and Hamburg with my dear sister, Nat. We’ve had quite a few adventures, from desperate train journeys to retrieve absolutely necessary travel documents, to running out of money to pay our hotel bill in Paris. I’m a little surprised we’ve made it back to Durham in one piece.  

During my travels, I’d hoped to discover God in a new way. Sometimes I struggle to connect with the massiveness of divinity. In the midst of routine it’s difficult not to get stuck in the duty of religion. So whether it be in the art of Paris, a cathedral in Durham, or the German countryside—my heart sought beauty like a secret. I would discover it, and I would be awed to tears. 

I cried the first time I saw the Seine. Nat and I had been wandering the avenues of Paris, weaving our way through a myriad of buildings and busy streets. We turned a corner and voila! there she was flowing sweetly past the Louvre, like she’d been doing it for a millions years. A sharp intake of breath and my eyes got blurry. The fleeting sunset accentuated the ancient buildings with a painting of pinks, an original never to be seen again. I could have stood there forever. In that moment I knew there must be a God, and he must be beautiful. I felt very small in comparison.

I knew there must be a God, and he must be beautiful

The next day we went to Notre Dame. One thing I’ve discovered about cathedrals is that they’re a bit ridiculous in presentation. Not in a bad way, it’s just there’s so much sacred that it’s almost frightening. You walk in and feel like you have to appreciate every detail—the high archways, the intricate stain glass, the archaic paintings of saints, it’s a lot too take in. It’s holy, overwhelmingly so. 

I was pondering this while walking around the cathedral when Natalie pointed out a wooden panel that had several important biblical scenes carved into the wood. We tried to identify each one, and when we got to the middle section, we found a depiction of Jesus washing his disciple’s feet. For some reason, I couldn’t stop looking at it. 

I am very aware of my inadequacies, especially in contrast to the beauty and holiness encountered over the past few days. I couldn’t shake that feeling of smallness, of weakness, of an inability to love the way I wanted to. Even in simple interactions—I wanted to be kind to Natalie, but when frustrated my remarks were short and harsh. I thought perhaps I just needed to try harder. Excuses are such sweet temptation.

If we allow this grace to sink into our core, I think it can be revolutionary

The wooden block of Jesus brought me back to reality. If God is Notre Dame, he is holy, beautiful, too sacred to touch, too above to be known. God of Notre Dame exposes my weakness. I cannot be like him, be near him, no matter how hard I try. But if God is Jesus, he is humble, accessible, loving. He takes my weakness upon himself, he washes my feet. I think that’s why I was so moved. God is both. Big and beautiful as the magnificent towers of the cathedral, as intricate as the stain glass, and as powerful as the beams and archways. And yet, he is humble, on his knees, washing the dirt off my feet so I can experience and partake in this overwhelming holiness. 

It’s deeply mysterious is it not? But if we grasp it, if we allow this grace to sink into our core, I think it can be revolutionary. That, my friends, is a good adventure. 

 

The Beginning of an Adventure

                                                                        The East Coast train line that passes by Natalie's Cottage.
                                                                        The East Coast train line that passes by Natalie’s Cottage.

Welcome to my online journal, which is not a blog. Blogs are things I never remember to do, but journaling is a discipline. For starters, I’m still living in Greenville, South Carolina and am in the midst of a job transition. There being six weeks before I start my new job,  I decided to visit my sister in England, stopping in Paris and Germany as well. I’ve been here since Monday and it’s all turned into quite an adventure.

Natalie and her husband Francis live in Durham, where she attends university. They live in a quaint railway cottage just off the moor (another name for fields?) and have two devilish bunnies that sometimes escape into the donkey field next door. The cottage, like everything else in England, is small and compact.

I’ve discovered that England is exactly like it is in the movies. People actually say “brilliant!” and “where’s the loo?”, and they constantly “put the kettle on” for tea. Some of the students at Durham live in the castle, and they wear robes and belong to houses (they call them colleges) just like in Harry Potter. 

Everyone here walks. Not like “go for stroll” walk, but walking as THE primary means of transportation. It’s revolutionary. They walk to work, they walk to the pub, they walk to the station, walk to the grocery store, they walk in the rain, they walk in the cold, they’d probably walk to America if the ocean didn’t get in the way. I was not prepared for this, and I think I’m getting shin splints. And no one thinks it’s abnormal! Today I absolutely refused to walk home from the botanical gardens, and when we asked the lady for a taxi number, she instead gave us different options to get home, all of which involved walking. Natalie doesn’t think I’m going to make it in Paris. Apparently they walk a lot there too.

I also was unaware there was a difference between a cathedral and a church. On my first day, Natalie told me to meet her at the cathedral, assuming I couldn’t get lost it being the biggest landmark in the area. Well I managed to get lost, but I saw this lovely old building with a tower and steeple and assumed it was the cathedral. False. It was a very large church. So I kept walking and saw an even bigger and lovelier old building with a tower and steeple and thought, this must be the cathedral. Again False. Not to be outdone, I decided to follow the general direction everyone else was going, and lo and behold came upon an enormous castle, which is apparently the cathedral. I tried explaining that we don’t really have buildings like this in America… but oh well.

Anyway, check out the pics above, will do my best to keep these regular!