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25/07/2023

Sorry, no great and wonderful pictures today. We left Zutphen at about 8:15 AM, and made our way to Schiphol airport in Amsterdam. There we dropped off the car and made our way down to where the railways are located. About twenty minutes later we were on the train and on our way to Central Station in Amsterdam where we had to transfer to a strain that would take us to Brussels. There we again transferred, first going through customs, to another train which would take us through the Chunnel and then on to London. Thankfully, everything went very smoothly!
Once we arrived at Pancras Station in London we had to transfer to the London tube. We had to go on the Piccadilly line from Pancras to our hotel which is right next door to the airport.
It was a long and tiring day. I’m not sure about Mom, but I enjoyed it! I love traveling!! 😉
Tomorrow morning we are to be at the airport at 11:40, and then we fly out at 1:55 PM.

25/07/2023

It’s Monday, July 24th., our last day in Holland! Our European adventure is rapidly coming to an end…but, NOT YET!! 😃 There was still today!!
And, we made the most of it!!
😴💤 😴- No!!
🥳 🎉🥳- Yes!!
After our morning coffee/tea with Friz, Anke and Peter we left the house to go to Bronkhorst which is a hamlet in size but received status as a city back in the Middle Ages. So now Bronkhorst lays claim to being the smallest city in the Netherlands.
But, stick around, there’s more!! To get to Bronkhorst from Brummen, one crosses the IJssel River by means of a small cable ferry. I’m sure none of you have ever heard of anything like that before! Oh…yeah that’s right! It’s actually almost the same as the one crossing the Athabaska River at Ken and Maria’s…just smaller.
Still, it’s neat and the city of Bronkhorst is really cool. Beautiful old houses and farms that date back to the 18th and 19th centuries. You might wonder why not older, but the answer to that is that in the 16th century a fire completely destroyed the whole town.
Anyhow, you can see from the pictures that it is a very picturesque place to visit! We did the big cruise and then had lunch “op en gezellig terassje,” on a cozy little terrace, and then took some back roads to Zutphen. I had said that I wanted to go and see the St. Walburg Kerk once again. I hadn’t been in it for many years! The St. Walburg was built well before the Great Reformation, and so it was built as a Roman church. That can be seen throughout the building. There are paintings that have been painted over during the time of the Reformation, there are some statues that were damaged during the time of the iconoclasm in 1566. This church building also has a wonderful library in which books and Bibles that are hundreds of years old are chained to the tables that carry them. One of the most interesting things in the library is the devil’s paws. They are paw prints carved into the floor stones for the purpose of frightening the people into believing that the devil was real, and was about to catch them. The only way to escape him was to obey, and pay money to, the Roman church.
With it being Monday, we were very happy that the church building was open. On Sundays well over 90%. of the stores are closed. It used to be so in order to keep the Lord’s Day. Nowadays,it’s to enjoy a day off. That concept gets carried on into Monday, when many stores and other businesses do not open until lunchtime, or not at all!!
Unfortunately the St. Walburg no longer serves as a Church because, just as as in Canada, the Dutch have decided that they have no need for God! That’s something that’s evident everywhere! So, the St. Walburg, like most other church buildings, is being used for concerts and expositions. Because of the current exposition, Anke paid the required 10 euros for each of us and we were able to wander through the magnificent old building. Unfortunately, we were not able to get into the leberije (library) for some reason.
After we left the old St. Walburg, we walked the old town and headed for the Fluisterboten. The translation for that would be, “Whisperboats.” The name is I reference to the quiet electric motors by which the boats are driven. These boats are used to give people tours of Zutphen on its canals.
We boarded our Fluisterboat right by the remains of the old city walls that date back to Medieval times. It’s really neat, because my Oma Stel lived a half block away in a group of homes that were designed and built for senior citizens. This group of homes have gardens in the middle and are extremely pretty. They are called “hofjes”. So it’s a circular group of homes with a courtyard. Oma Stel went to live there after Opa died, and she lived there for quite a number of years. It was nice for her because it was only a few streets from where she and Opa had raised their family. Thus she continued to live in her old neighborhood. The boat went right by the Ruitershofje.
The tour we were on lasted for about an hour and a half. Thankfully it was at the end that the mother of our boat broke down. We didn’t miss out on anything, but we did have to be towed back to the dock where we started. It all just added to the fun! Not only that, but as we were ending our boat ride, we were “beating” a thunderstorm with rain and lightning! We’d had a wonderful afternoon!!
On arrival at Fritz and Anke’s Mom and I lay down for about half an hour and then we went back to Zutphen with Fritz at the wheel. This time it was for dinner at an restaurant that served an Indonesian rice table. We had a great time and the food was “interesting,” though it’s not the type of food I’d be a-hankering for any time soon.
From there back to our wonderful hosts for wine and a final visit! What a great final day in the beautiful little country of the Netherlands!
Tomorrow? Traveling back to London through the Chunnel.

24/07/2023

Yesterday began as a very relaxing day. We stayed with Fritz and Anke for the morning and left around noon, heading back to Rotterdam (Ridderkerk) to be at the home of Ge and Corrie Somsen. As you know from my previous posts, they live in the house next to where my Mom and Dad used to live when my Dad was the pastor in Ridderkerk. Ge had gone to kindergarten with Uncle Harry, and we had really connected with them. Ge had been married but had become widowed nine years ago, and had returned to their old family home to take care of her sister who has always been dealing with many debilitating health issues.
Now, you know a little bit about my penchant for antiques and antique clocks so it shouldn’t surprise you that, when we were there some six weeks ago, I made a comment about a beautiful antique clock they had in one of their rooms. A week later we got an email telling us that there are no family members who are interested in the clock and they had decided to give the clock to me. That’s the reason we had decided to return to Ridderkerk and visit them; to enjoy more time together and pick up the clock. I asked a number of times, “Isn’t there anyone in the family…?” No…they said that they wanted the clock to go to Canada.
So it was that we went back yesterday. We left early so that we could go to the Church in Swijndregt that we’d attended about six weeks ago, and after that we went back to Ge and Corrie’s. We were served a delicious dinner of soup and buns, and after dinner we were joined by Faas Louten and his wife, Lies. Lies was excited to visit with us because she’d gone to school with Auntie Siska before the Schaap family had emigrated to Canada. One time, quite a few years ago when Uncle Harry and Auntie Siska were in Holland, they’d reconnected but that connection had fallen by the wayside again. She wants to connect with you again, Sis!
We had a fabulous evening together and before we knew, it was after nine PM and we still had to drive an hour and a half to get to our bed.
Another great day!

At this point I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge Rieks Devink and his family. When we left home, we knew things were not well with Janna. We knew that the cancer, which was in her lymph nodes, was progressing. Outwardly one couldn’t see anything of it and so, while we knew that she was seriously ill, we had prayed and fully expected and hoped that we would find them doing fairly well on our return.
The Lord decided otherwise. On Friday the Lord took Janna to Himself. For Janna we are happy. For Rieks and his family we mourn. Janna will leave a great and gaping hole in their family.

Psalm 116:15
“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.”

24/07/2023

On Saturday morning it was decided that I should have my freedom for a while. Mom was going to stay home, and I was going antiquing in the beautiful, very old, city of Deventer. That is the city where my Oom Peter had grown up, and I remember with great pleasure that around forty years ago he and I went there together. He showed me the historic sites of the city and then we climbed up the tower of the church building. It’s a great memory!! I loved my uncle…and aunt!! 🥰
Anyway, I drove to Deventer which was only about twenty kilometres away from Zutphen. I parked and made my way to the narrow little lane where some antique stores are located. They’ve been there for many, many years. Well, I won’t bore you with the details, but let’s just say that it was WONDERFUL!! I’m sure you’d all agree. I bought some wonderful items that I’ll post pictures of.
When I got back to pick Mom up…too late of course…we had a quick bite for lunch and headed to Bennekom where Opa Hoeksema’s half brother and his wife (Dick en Gerda) live. They actually attended the reception of one of our family weddings in Westlock many years ago. Does anyone remember?
We visited with them for a good (in more ways than one) hour and then drove to Amersfort to a restaurant called, “Hey Pannenkoeken.” That’s where I met my second cousins Miriam and Sonya with their husbands Arthur and Marcel (respectively). We had an amazing couple of hours together. Family and friends are such WONDERFUL GIFTS!!! Not only that, but if you’ve never had Dutch pannenkoeken…we’ll, it’s a must!!
After a couple of wonderful hours we said our goodbyes and headed back to Zutphen, tired and happy!!!

23/07/2023

Friday was a very busy day. We left right after breakfast and headed towards Groningen. There are some great antique stores in Groningen where I’d made some great purchases seven years ago and I was itching to get back to them. We arrived there, parked the car, and walked the three blocks to the store. We were standing in front of the door at around 10:30 AM, and?…it wasn’t going to be open until 1PM!! Wow, that’s just great!! There was no no way I was going to get into that store because we had to be at Teun and Rinie’s home in Buitenpost at around noon, and that was about an hour away. It just wasn’t going to happen! Mom grabbed me by the arms and legs and dragged me back to the market square to see the good old Martini Toren (tower). There we entered the St. Martin’s Church, looked around, took a few pictures and listened to the pipe organ which was being played.
We left the city of Groningen and headed to the village of Zuidwolden, where I was born in the manse. There we took some pictures and I rang the doorbell, explained that I live in Canada and had been born in this house close to seventy-two years ago. I was told that I was welcome to come and have a look inside. The basic structure is still the same; a great hall running through the center of the house, with the rooms at each side. I knew the basic layout of the house, so I knew in which part I was born, in which part my Dad’s study was, and where the kitchen had been. I looked for some original details, and found some decorative details on the ceilings and was also told that the floors were all original. That was sort of neat.
We left the house that faces the canal called, “Boterdiep,” and drove to the building that had been the Gereformeerde Kerk (Vrijgemaakt or Liberated). Sadly, about six years ago it was closed due to lack of attendance and it could be seen by the graffiti in its walls. Oh, our world is just becoming so much of a better place!! We don’t need God, we’ll figure things out on our own! (sarcasm)
We left Zuidwolden and I know that I will never return to that place again. I have no need of it!
After an hour of driving we were heartily welcomed at Teun and Rinie’s home. We had just sat down to visit when their son Martin dropped by to say hello to us with his young daughter. It was nice to see Martin again. After coffee and tea, and a lot of yacking, we decided to go to Lauwersoog which is right by the North Sea. That’s the place where fishing boats arrive with their loads of fish, and that’s the place to eat the freshest fish you’ll ever find!!!
Well, after enjoying a plate of Kibbeltjes and Lekkerbek (cod), we drove to Ulrum, to the Hendrik de C**k Kerk (for those of you who remember your Church history-and shame on you to those who don’t…you need to get out your books), took some pictures of the church building and manse, and also a picture of the little house right across the street where Oma Hoeksema, Opa’s step mother, had lived.
From there we went to Houwerzijl where Opa Hoeksema was born and raised. We took some pictures there and then found the cemetery where Mom’s grandfather, great grandparents and some other uncles and aunts lie buried.
We also passed by the house where Rieks and Janna Devink lived after they were just married. Who would have believed that on that very same day Janna would pass into the presence of the Lord!!!
After a final cup of coffee/tea, it was time to say goodbye to these great cousins and friends, and head back to Zutphen.
Here are the pictures:

23/07/2023

The other day, July 19th., it would have been my Oom Peter Remmelenkamp’s 105th birthday. He died on January 29th of 1991 and was buried in the town cemetery in Brummen, just a few rows away from where my Opa and Oma Stel are buried, together with my little cousin Meisje who was the daughter of Oom Peter and Tante Betty.
In 1953, while Ooom Peter was seriously ill in the hospital, Miesje suddenly also became seriously ill, and died at the age of about two and a half. Opa Stel was very old and suffering from dementia and so Oma and Tante Betty agreed to purchase a grave for three persons. Miesje was buried there first, shortly after that Opa was buried there and in 1973, about two months before my Dad died, Oma was also interred in that same grave. On the grave were two stones, a large one for for Opa and Oma, and on a slab was a small white stone with Miesje’s name.
So it’s about fifty years ago that the last person was buried in that grave. Not long ago Fritz and Anke were approached by the city of Brummen as to whether they wanted to pay for future maintenance of the grave, or whether the city could clear it and make use of it for someone else. Because of the fact that there are few living relatives around anymore, and Fritz and Anke have lots of common sense, they made the decision to relinquish their rights to the grave and allow the city to clear it.
The same has also happened to the graves of my Mom’s parents, and other relatives, in the Rotterdam area. When this decision was made by Fritz and Anke, they had to make a decision regarding the stone of Anke’s little sister Miesje. For Anke, who still remembers Miesje very well, it was much more difficult to let go of it than the stone of Opa and Oma. They decided to have Miesje’s stone moved and placed on the marble slab that is on the grave of Oom Peter and Tante Betty who were her parents.
Anke has developed the habit, on the birthdates of her Mom and Dad, to place three roses on their grave in order to honour them. So when she wanted to do so on the 19th, we went with the four of us. We then also went to the location where Opa and Oma, and Miesje, were buried. There Fritz told us that when the town clears a grave, they don’t dig up the remains and place them in a common grave (which is what I thought), but that they simply remove the stone and slab, and grind them up for repurposing, and leave the grave undisturbed until it is purchased by someone else. Then, when they prepare the grave for the next burial, they remove the existing remains to be placed in a common grave. And so it is that my grandparents and Miesje still lie buried in the same place. At first, when I was told that my grandparent’s grave is cleared, I had a bit of difficulty with it, but then I remembered words that my Mom used to quote from Psalm 108 saying that even the place where people are buried is no longer remembered. It is so true!!! But there’s more, thankfully, and that’s found in verse 17…and that’s what matters!!!

“As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like flowers in a field; 15 for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and it’s place knows it no more. 16 But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him 17”
Psalm 108: 15-17

20/07/2023

Today was another day with perfect weather. Around 24 degrees and no rain. This morning Fritz brought Mom, Anke and me to the center of the old city of Zutphen. Today was Zutphen’s market day, and the ladies were interested in that, and I was more interested in the beautiful city, it’s history and fabulous architecture! This city is of special interest to me because of the fact that somewhere in the 1920s my grandparents moved from Borger in the province of Drenthe, to Gelderland. The reason for the move was that Opa Stel was a blacksmith and he had landed a job for the railway. Thus Zutphen became my Dad’s home town. That’s also the place where my grandparents lived out their lives. Opa Stel already died in the early 1950s while Oma passed away only three months before my Dad in 1973.
The home where Opa and Oma Stel lived is already long gone. They were very small, inexpensive houses that had been built especially for labourers who lived in Zutphen and so they were torn down many years ago already. But there is a small home where Oma lived as a widow. It’s located in a small “hofje,” which is a group of small homes with a small garden, that is especially designed for elderly people who are still able to care for themselves. In the pictures I post you’ll be able to see that Oma lived in #10. We took a picture of Anke and me in front of “our” Oma’s house!
We enjoyed the markt even though there was no draaiorgel, and I really enjoyed the beauties of this very historic city.
In the afternoon we drove to the city of Nijmegen. There…is…the…BIG…BIGGER…BIGGEST, antique shop in Europe!!!!!! 👍☺️😄🤩🤗😊🥳🥹😌😉😋😚 Wow! Was it great! My forty foot container leaves on the ship on Monday! 🤣
Well, it sure wasn’t hard to spend time in there, and Mom…WAS INCREDIBLY PATIENT WITH ME! SHE’S THE BEST!! 🥰 So, of course you’re wondering, “Did you buy anything?” Well of course I did!! 😊 “What?” A clock of course! I’ll post a picture.
We got back to Zutphen for dinner and enjoyed a quiet evening at home because my cousin Peter Remmelenkamp arrived at 7PM from Amsterdam, where he lives. We had an enjoyable visit.

19/07/2023

It’s Wednesday evening, July 19th. Yesterday, on Tuesday we drove from Dressau, Germany to Zutphen, the Netherlands. We had quite a bit of driving to do, approximately 5 hours and that usually becomes around 6 to 6 and a half when you deal with the traffic conditions and having a stop now and then. We didn’t take any pictures because most of it was freeway driving and not really that interesting.
Of course I did take some pictures when we arrived at the home of my cousin Anke and her husband, Fritz. We were heartily welcomed and after visiting for a good while, we were brought to our living/sleeping quarters which are just across the lawn from their house. Fritz, being a builder, built this little home for their children and grandchildren to stay in when they come to visit. It’s really great! It gives us both our space and privacy. We’re taking care of our own breakfasts and Anke, who loves cooking, takes care of dinners. Lunch?…well we just have something on the run on our own!
In his garden, Fritz has a big yellow ball made of fibreglass called a Sunball Chair. It dates back to the 1950s and was made in Germany. Fritz’s brother had bought it new, and when he passed away, Fritz inherited it and installed it in his yard.
Here are yesterday’s pictures:

17/07/2023

This morning we left the house and made our way to the city of Wittenberg. It’s a beautiful little city with wonderful architecture! We headed straight for the castle Church where Martin Luther nailed the 95 Theses to the door. Sadly, the door is no longer in existence, but it’s been replaced with a bronze door into which all the theses are inscribed. It was a very nice piece of history to see. Upon entering the church building we found the graves of Philip Melanchthon and Martin Luther, took our pictures, and then headed to the town square where we had lunch at a bakery. From there we went into the town church where Luther did his work as a pastor.
While we were there, a minister had a midday prayer service that lasted for about twenty minutes. Unfortunately we experienced much the same as I’d experienced last night in Leipzig. We again saw crucifixes, and during the prayer service we even saw a nun participate!
Once again we wondered that this great work which the Lord had done in bringing about the Great Reformation, is being so badly botched up. The more I see of this, the more I’m convinced that it is in part because of the fact that Martin Luther didn’t go far enough with the Reformation. Another thing that came to mind was the fact that Luther held antisemitic views and publicly wrote about them.
In one of our discussions, I said to Mom that we have to keep in mind that the Great Reformation was not the work of Martin Luther but, in reality, it was the work of the Lord! Luther was only an instrument in the hands of the Lord, and a sinful one at that! In some of our readings today, we were also reminded that Luther had a great temper and was known to have quite the tantrums. Yet, with all of these weaknesses, the Lord made him into a man who performed great works in His kingdom. But it was the Lord’s work and not Luther’s, and I do believe he’d have been the first to say it!
After we left Wittenberg we returned to our AirB&B to ensure that our bed was still in working condition!! 💤😊 It was!
At about 4 PM we went to the local tourist information centre and rented a couple of bikes. Those bikes brought us to the place where we endured the terrible food I told you about earlier!!
Tomorrow we head back to Holland, to Zutphen, where my Dad was raised and where we’ll be staying with my cousin Anke and her husband, Fritz. I’m looking forward to seeing them again after many years!!

17/07/2023

First off I have to bring some more of my suffering to your attention. It’s not only the AirB&Bs, but there are also some serious problems with the food!! We really had to work at getting this down, but we braved it…and succeeded!! 🎉🎊🍾🥰🤣

17/07/2023

So, last night after I returned from the church service in Leipzig, our hosts invited us into their garden for a visit. They are a very friendly and likeable couple who, in my estimation, are in their mid to late fifties. Now that’s an important bit of information because it means that they were born and raised in the GDR (German Democratic Republic of East Germany), which wasn’t very democratic at all. As we were chatting I asked whether Dressau, the small city in which they live, was part of East or West Germany. When she said that they were in East Germany, my reaction was, “Oh my, how did it all go for you?”
After that an incredibly interesting conversation ensued regarding socialism/communism and the free enterprise system. Before answering my question, Katerina asked me what I had in mind with it. I explained that I lived in Canada, under a free enterprise system from the time I was born and that all we ever knew was complete and total freedom. We could come and go as we liked, and we never had to worry about anything we said. We were never watched! I also explained that we had heard a lot about the communist regimes including East Germany.
Once they knew where I was coming from, they told us that they would never want to go back to having the GDR again. They said that they really value their freedom. They gave, as an example, going to West Berlin. They said that even today, going to West Berlin is still an incredible experience for them! But, they also reminded us that they were born and raised in the GDP, and they really didn’t know any better. What still really angers them (especially Katerina), is the fact that the communist government of West Germany constantly told them lies. That is something she still has great trouble with. They believe that socialism can be a good thing…if the government does what the ordinary people want. They hold the opinion that what was imposed on them was not true socialism and that’s what they see as being the problem.
Looking forward, they’re nervous about the future. They said that there is quite a percentage of neo-Nazis in Germany, and they are trying to infiltrate other political parties. They see this as being extremely dangerous. Thomas, the husband, said that Germany has a horrific history and that it is enough!!
Speaking with a couple of people who grew up in East Germany was a very interesting experience!! And I’m so thankful for having been raised by faithful and believing parents…in a free society!!! What gifts I have received…and THE BEST IS YET TO COME!!!

16/07/2023

After the service I had the opportunity to speak with the pastor. He was a very good natured and friendly man. I wanted to ask him a question. During our travels we’ve been in a lot of church buildings. When we were in a Roman church, we fully expected to see crucifixes with images of Jesus on them, but occasionally we’d been in churches of which we knew that they were not Roman and yet we often saw crucifixes with the images. We were obviously under the mistaken impression that only Roman churches still have images of Christ on the cross because of the fact that they do not believe that Christ completely fulfilled everything when He died on the cross. And now, we were, of all things, in a Lutheran church and there is the crucifix!! I was hoping that this pastor could give me an explanation.
My explanation to Mom was that, I don’t think, Martin Luther went far enough with the Reformation (and that’s not to put him down) but I do believe he should have gone further…where Calvin went. But then again, that was also in the hands of the Lord!
Anyhow, I explained that I was from Canada, born in the Netherlands, and of the Reformed (Calvinist) faith. I told him that we in the Reformed faith do not have crucifixes with images of Christ attached to them because just before He died, Christ said, “It is finished.” And so I politely asked the pastor if he would explain it to me that they, as Lutherans do.
Well, was I surprised by the answer I got from the pastor. He told me that it was really very difficult to explain why Christ was still on the cross. But what he ended up saying was, “We are actually very close to the Roman Catholic Church. There is not really very much difference between us anymore.” In surprise I asked him if he thought Luther, if he would come to life today, would be in agreement. I reminded him that Rome believes that the sacrifice of Christ is insufficient, and that Luther had been extremely strong in his condemnation of their teachings. The pastor responded said that they are much the same in celebration, but not really in theology but did agree with me that Luther would likely not be in agreement. Then the pastor said that he had to deal with what is happening in today’s society. Only a very small percentage of the people are Christians, and that percentage in Leipzig is divided between Lutherans and Catholics…and the rest of the world doesn’t understand what the difference is. Because of this, he feels that they have to set aside differences and work together. I worked hard at being gentle and kind, but still felt that I had to tell him the truth. I reminded him that the Lord said that He would defend the Church, and that the gates of hell would not prevail against her. I reminded him that Luther had quoted the Lord in that, and that he had trusted in that promise. I asked him if it isn’t the responsibility of the Church to simply and boldly preach the Gospel and allow the Holy Spirit to do His work instead of trying to do it for Him. The pastor became very quiet and subdued and said, “You are right.”
I felt sorry for this man. In a way I felt that I’d put him on the spot, and yet, I believed it needed to be said. I shook hands with him, and wished him the Lord’s blessing in faithfully and boldly preaching the truth. He wished me and Mom a further good trip. We said goodbye. I sadly watched him walk away. I hope my words awaken something in him.
After leaving Leipzig I headed back to Dessau. I had my chance…on a highway with no speed limits, and no Mom to get nervous. Three lanes going in each direction. I was in the middle lane…step on it man! 150…155…160…165…170…174…I’m in the middle lane and cars on the left lane are still whizzing by!! Then I slowed to a very respectable 155 and stayed there! Boy, that was 🤩!!
And then there was the discussion with our hosts who grew up in the GDS (East Germany). I’ll fill you in about that tomorrow morning. It’s midnight. I need some 🛌 💤 😴! Good night 😘!

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We drove from Prague to Leipzig, a three hour drive, this morning and arrived at the St. Thomas Kirche. This is the Lutheran church where Bach used to play on Sundays and is now buried. We walked around, and inside, the church building and enjoyed the sights. I think what I enjoyed most about it was the fact that it is simple. There is none of all that glitter and heavy decor that you see in all the Roman churches that we’ve been to!! After checking out the church we decided to head for our B&B in small city named, Dessau. It’s a clean, pleasant city…but we’ll…you’ve already seen how we’re suffering in our B&B 😊☺️ - that’s us!! After having a relaxing time, which is senior talk for a snooze, we decided to go our separate ways. Mom would stay and guard our belongings in the B&B and go for a walk while I would drive back to Leipzig to take in the 6 PM worship service at St. Thomas. That worship service was very interesting to watch! Of course everything was in German, so I couldn’t understand too much of it. But it was neat to hear the, very small, congregants singing one of the Genevan tunes at the beginning. They had Lord’s Supper but I didn’t at all feel comfortable in participating so I just watched. In the end my discomfort proved to have helped me make the right decision, as you will understand at the end of this posting. After the service was over, we were treated to an amazing piece of Bach’s work…and on his organ. Here it is: I’m sorry, the floor isn’t very exciting, but it was right before the final blessing and I didn’t want to be disrespectful! Regardless, I hope you love it as much as I did!!!