Sunday, January 22, 2012

Postcards from Brussels

On a whim the day after Christmas, aka Boxing Day, we all decided to pile in the car and take an adventure to Brussels. Ryan decided that I needed some driving practice, so I took the wheel and drove us all the way to Belgium. It was a nice drive, listening to Christmas music and chatting as we passed quickly from one country to another. This is the really amazing part about living in Europe - you can be in a completely different country within a few short hours!

Belgium is split into two parts, the Dutch speaking Flanders in the north and the French speaking Wallonia to the south. The dual cultures and politics of this rather small country are a bit controversial, as the two do not always agree on how to conduct business. Although Brussels technically falls within the northern border, we primarily heard French being spoken. I immediately took to this city, I think mainly due to its very French feel; it was a bit reminiscent of Paris, one of my all time favourite cities in the world.

Belgium is known for many things, some of which happen to be very appreciated by us. Belgian beer, for example, is a favourite of Ryan's, and I too have learned to enjoy the immense variety of flavours and styles, many of which are not available in the States. Then of course there is Belgian chocolate. I read that over 172,000 tons of chocolate is produced in the country with more than 2,000 local shops selling these amazing creations. Belgium is also infamous for their cuisine, preparing dishes with fresh local seafood and produce with a French flair. We walked down a winding alley street lined with restaurants artisically displaying their catch of the day in ice.

We sampled some delicious Belgian beers in one of the many cafes lining the Grand Palace and visited a small family owned chocolatier with a sweet French woman telling us which pieces were the most prized and gave us each a free sample. My mom purchased us all a few individual pieces and also a delectable box to take back home. We ended our tour de Brussels with my favourite food, and many of my friends can guess what that is. Why frites of course! Yes, the Belgians are crazy about their frites and so I have to say I love the Belgians. They sell these crispy classics at little outdoor stands serving them in cones with mayo and little plastic forks - so you can reach the last few at the bottom of the cone!

I didn't get too many pictures that day, but I'll share some of the shots I took. These "postcards" would definitely say, "Belgium, I can't wait to come visit again. See you soon! Très magnifique!"



The Grand Palace square of Brussels


Le Renard (the fox) dating back to the 1690's



Cathedrale Sts-Michel-et-Gudule - reminded us a bit of Notre Dame

Winding alley where restaurants show off their offerings

Fresh shellfish displayed over ice

Our Belgian beers, each served in their own fancy glass

Frites stand!

Monday, January 9, 2012

The Hiding Place

"This is what the past is for! Every experience God gives us, every person He puts in our lives is the perfect preparation for the future that only He can see."
                                       - Corrie ten Boom, The Hiding Place

One of my favourite traditions when traveling to a new place is to visit the home of an author. Some of the residences I have had the privilege to step foot inside of include Jane Austen in Chawton, England, Victor Hugo in Paris, C.S. Lewis in Oxford, John Keats in London and Karol Wojtyla (John Paul II) in Wadowice, Poland.

About two months ago, I decided to pick up a book that has been on my reading list for quite some time. It is a book that my mom has often referenced over the years, one that she said I should definitely take the time to read, a real gem. I decided to finally read this book since I was moving to Holland, the homeland of this infamous writer. The book is called The Hiding Place and was written by Corrie ten Boom. Before leaving the States, my mom and I decided we'd read it at the same time; she hadn't read it since when it was first published, and it would be my first encounter with this amazing memoir. The only foreknowledge I had was that it was a true story of woman who saved Jews during the German occupation of the Netherlands during WWII.

I know that I was supposed to read this, and the timing couldn't have been more perfect. They are many lessons to be learned from this book, not just about war, sacrifice and hardship, but about trust, abandoning the will, and the greatest of all, love. I did some research on the internet and found out that the Beje, the home of Corrie and her family, is now a museum open to the public in Haarlem, not more than an hour drive from where we live in The Hague. I told my mom that we must do this while she was here! Ryan drove us to Haarlem and we received a very personal and special tour of the ten Boom home. Our tour guide, a devout Christian from New Zealand, was absolutely delightful. He was excited to know that my mom had the opportunity to see Corrie ten Boom speak TWICE, once in college, and another time at a Christian event. At the end of the tour, I was asked to read a poem that Corrie often used when she spoke around the world spreading the message of God's love and victory. I definitely felt her with me.

One of my favorite lines in the book is when Casper ten Boom, Corrie's father, gives out his loving advice through simple, yet very concrete images for his daughter to understand - something that Corrie herself learns to do later in an extraordinary way.

"Corrie," he began gently, "when you and I go to Amsterdam - when do I give you your ticket?"

"Why, just before we get on the train."

"Exactly" And our wise Father in heaven knows when we're going to need things, too. Don't run out ahead of Him, Corrie. When the time comes...you will look into your heart and find the strength you need - just in time."
Truly an incredibly woman, not of her own making, but of Christ's. Even Ryan, who rarely says much when I take him to places like this, looked around at the newspaper clippings, writings and tributes to Corrie's life and whispered to me, "I think she is the closest thing I've ever seen to a Protestant Saint." Indeed! If you have yet to read this book, I recommend that you do, it will change you, without a doubt.

The Beje, home of the ten Boom family



The Hiding Place - a small room inside of Corrie's bedroom which saved four Jews
after the Beje was raided by the Nazis

Me on the roof of the Beje in Harlaam



The Alpina watch sign in the window which served as a secret signal
to let the "underground" workers know it was safe to enter


Tuesday, January 3, 2012

New Years Resolutions

I have never been one to make News Years resolutions. Not sure exactly why, but they have never really enticed me to make a radical change in my life, soon to be broken by not following through once January has passed. I hadn't any intention of making a resolution of any kind. However, at Mass this past Sunday, our priest focused his homily on making time for rest and quiet in this new year, amidst our hectic and hurried lives. He said he was going to make a resolution to spend one quiet hour a week, which he realized was not a great commitment - but he said he was going to start small and not give himself too heavy of a goal that he could not reach. Even God took a full day of rest after creating the heavens and the earth. We, too, need to take this seriously.

This really got me pondering how much quiet time I set aside during any given week for God. I do not mean praying or talking to God, as I do this regularly (especially lately). I mean just simply being in God's presence, quieting oneself and really listening to what it is He is trying to tell me. I am not even sure how to do this. My mom and I were actually talking about this very thing while she was here. Coincidence? I think not. I told her that I don't understand how to be still in contemplation and focus on one word or one prayer or even let go of the thoughts that creep in when I attempt to be "silent." Perhaps I am thinking about this too hard. Perhaps it's simplier that I realize. Perhaps I just need to spend time with Him, and he will help me with rest.

We sang a song in Church on Sunday night, appropriately titled New Year. I had never heard it before, but I found the words speaking to me. With some premonition not my own, I started carrying a small notepad in my purse. I pulled it out in the middle of church and scrawled down the lyrics. I think I needed them as a reminder that God is outside of space and time, makes all things new, brings forth change, and does not fashion fear or doubt.  As I enter this new year, it is my resoultion to take some time each week to usher in silence, to fend off my cluttered and often anxious thoughts, and just simply be with God. It may take some practice, but I know it will change me and help me display the face of His Kingdom.


                                         New Year - by John Bell and Graham Maule

The God of all eternity unbound by space yet always near, is present where his people meet to celebrate the coming year.

What shall we offer God today - our dreams of what we cannot see, or, with eyes fastened to the past, our dread of what is yet to be?

God does not share our doubts and fears, nor shrinks from the unknown or strange: who fashioned heaven and earth makes all things new and ushers change.

Let faith or fortune rise or fall, let dreams and dread both have their day; those who God loves walk unafraid, With Christ their guide and Christ their way.

God grant that we, in this new year, may show the world the Kingdom's face, and let our work and worship thrive as signs of hope and means of grace.