Easter
I realized this morning, while squeezed into the pews at the church at St. Andrews, that I've now spent Easter in four different countries. The first time I was away, I was on my senior trip and we were in Switzerland. Several people were interested in attending church on this holy day, so we found a small church to worship in. Although the mass was in French and I had no clue what was going on, I was moved and honored by the welcoming spirits of the congregation. The next time I was away for Easter, I was in New Zealand staying with a wonderful, giving family who happily included me in their Easter celebrations. Today, I was in a stone church, hundreds of years old with acoustics that could rival the great cathedrals of the world. The university chaplain delivered a beautiful Scottish sermon with a great mix of hope and humor. The choir led us in several unfamiliar hymns with one we knew. We headed north, driving through some absolutely stunning scenery of snow capped peaks, rol...