Harry and Andrea

A few photos for your enjoyment…if I get any comments, I will consider posting more. Is anyone actually reading this stuff?

Here is the view from our “all-inclusive” resort hotel–meaning, of course, that we are asked not to flush our toilet paper, the shower curtain is really more for decoration and should not in any way be expected to keep the water off of the floor, air conditioning runs from 1-5 pm and then again from 10pm-2am (so that we can sleep on our twin beds for the Greek version of siesta and overnight), as well as an endless supply of cucumbers, tomatoes and feta for breakfast, lunch or dinner AND six pools in one–the only way to beat the Greece heat, where the sun stays directly overhead until after 5 p.m and sweating on the patio at breakfast is normal fare. Don’t feel too sorry for us, though. I mean, look at this view!

This is our team rehearsing to lead worship for the first day of the conference (Sunday). This would have been about 8 a.m. Greece time, about 1 a.m. Central Time–not that our bodies had any clue either way. It was such a sweet time of fellowship with gracious and grateful Ms–despite jetlag, and all of our (ok, my) stressing over singing parts and finer musical points. Note Harry’s perch above in the “Crow’s Nest”, which he arrived at by traveling through a boiler room inhabited by cats. One of the best parts of leading worship for a conference of Ms is hearing them blow you away with their passionate voices and being humbled by how grateful they are for the music you are providing. Even after rehearsing and traveling such a far distance, it doesn’t really seem like that much to offer these people who uprooted their families to move to a country and speak a language that is not their own because their hearts were moved to share their faith with a culture that does not know the One, True God. They are, of course, real people with real struggles like the rest of us, but I am always convicted by their faith to sacrifice comfort for a calling on their hearts.

Here we stand with the Aegean Sea behind us one night when we had a free moment to catch the sunset. Harry is clutching the 1.5 Liter (an absolute necessity for any extended time outside!) water bottle that sustained us in 110+ heat and unforgiving Mediterranean sun!