We are back from our spring break trip to Germany. Jet-lag, exhaustion - I was in no shape to try to write yesterday morning. It was a wonderful trip, and one that aided us in or faith journey.
The premise of our trip is that while a tour company can transport you to the sites, we seek to encounter the Church, still alive and active in and among the historic villages.
On Sunday morning, we gathered with the congregation of St. Mary's Church, the church were Luther served as a pastor.
Our first exposure to the Monastery were Luther took his vows was an Evening Song Observance of Holy Communion.
In Mansfield, we gathered for prayer and songs in the Chapel of the Castle. Volker, our host, had shared with us hope that the Castle would continue to be a place where young adults could find shelter and be comforted with the Word.
Germany was different in so many ways from the lives we live here, in Clemson. But the same God watches over his children with the same loving care. That we saw; that we experienced. And of all the things we photographed, the most significant are the reminders that those are not historic buildings, they are ancient reminders of God's presence, and God's goodness, and God's guiding hand. Old reminders of a grace which comes to us anew each and every day.
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