Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Old Testament Study: MICAH

So... I realized that I haven't read a lot of the Old Testament, and that I want to change that. So my friend Stina and I have been reading some Old Testament books together. I have a little tiny book that is a like a Bible cheat sheet, and helps you understand and apply each of the 66 books of the Bible.  Using that and going through it with Stina, God has been showing me a lot.


The book of Micah was written approximately 700 years before the birth of Christ, and predicts the birthplace of Jesus. 
Micah 5:2 “But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel, whose origins are from of old, from ancient times.”
Micah shows the way that God’s judgment is tempered by mercy.  We are expected to delight in mercy the way that God delights in mercy.
àMicah 6:8 “And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.”
àMicah 7:18 “Who is a God like you, who pardons sin and forgives the transgression of the remnant of his inheritance?  You do not stay angry forever, but delight to show mercy.”
There is one verse that absolutely blows my mind.  It’s hard to understand God’s complete forgiveness. But Micah 7:19 says
“You will again have compassion on us; you will tread our sins underfoot and hurl all our iniquities into the depths of the sea.”
This is crazy love. He will throw our iniquities into the depths of the sea, how amazing is that?! If we are truly sorry for our sin against Him, and are in a state of repentance, and are turning away from our sin and turning our eyes to Him, then He treads our sins underfoot!  He doesn’t keep them on a list and pull the list out whenever we mess up. He doesn’t hold grudges the way that we do against others. When we repent, He hurls our iniquities into the depths of the sea.  Dangg that’s good news!  This verse made me think of Psalm 32.  Although David had knowingly sinned against the Lord in his affair with Bathsheba, he took hope in the mercy of God. 
Ps 32:5 “Then I acknowledged my sin to You and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, ‘I will confess my transgressions to the Lord’ and You forgave the guilt of my sin.”
I’m so thankful that I have a God who delights in mercy!  

Friday, March 16, 2012

Soccer in the Park


Today, I touched a soccer ball for the first time since my last collegiate game in November. It was amazing!  I was running at the park, when I saw my friends from Turkey, Ozlem and Bedritten (Ben).  I finished my workout, and went and sat with them for a little while. Then, Ozlem saw a group of people playing volleyball and wanted to go play with them. So she did. So Ben and I were sitting there, when we saw two boys playing soccer, just passing and juggling.  He told me to come with him, so I did. He just walked right up and asked if we could join. I would be way too big of a scaredy-cat to ever just walk up to people and ask them to join!  But they said sure. The boys were named Peter and Robin, both from Graz. We had so much fun!  The weather was beautiful, I’m so thankful that it’s finally gotten warmer outside! There were so many people at the park. I didn’t even know that many people lived in Graz! They must have been in hibernation during the cold of winter! 

Later in the afternoon, Stina, Robert, and I walked around town to get some ice cream. We went to Robert’s favorite ice cream place, 1,10 Euros per scoop. I had just had a smoothie, and I told them I wasn’t going to get any ice cream, and I managed to resist while we were there. But then we kept walking, and saw another delicious ice cream shop. They both agreed they could go for some more ice cream, so we went inside!  Sometimes you just gotta!  The second time around, there was no way I could resist! It took me about 1000 years to pick out a flavor. I’m already the worst decision maker ever, but put the flavors in another language and I’m even slower. So Stina and Robert both picked out their flavors for their second ice cream cone, and waited outside for me as I walked back and forth down the line of flavors with the little kids.  Me and the other five year olds, taking 20 minutes to point to a flavor of ice cream.  Typical.  Not even sure what I ended up getting, just pointed to one- I think it might have been white chocolate, but not exactly sure.  Whatever it was, it was delicious.  Ice cream is definitely my favorite food! 

Tomorrow, I’m meeting my friend Sophie at the park with a few other people.  We are going to pack some food and drinks and have a picnic, and she’s going to bring a soccer ball and Frisbee.  I’m so excited!  Yay spring  J

Biblical Description of Heaven

What does heaven look like?  We tend to picture it as a place where we bounce around on clouds all day long, with huge smiles on our faces.  But what does the Bible say about heaven?

Revelation 4:
John describes God as sitting on a throne with two gems, jasper and carnelian. The area around the throne is a rainbow that looks like an emerald.  God resembles radiant jewels more than flesh and blood.  John describes flashes of lightning and rumblings and peals of thunder coming from God’s throne.  Before the throne are seven blazing torches and a sea of glass that looks like crystal.  Surrounding the throne are 24 elders, dressed in white and wearing golden crowns.   They cast their gold crowns before God, and say, “You are worthy, Our Lord and God, to receive gloy and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they were created and have their being.”  There are four beings with 6 wings each.  These beings have eyes all over their bodies and their wings.  One has the face of a lion, one of an ox, one of a man, and one of an eagle.  They never stop saying, day and night, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come!” 

Isaiah 6:
Isaiah sees a vision of the Lord seated on a throne.  The bottom of God’s robe fills the whole temple.  Seraphim are above Him.  Each seraphim has 6 wings, and they call out to each other saying, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty, the whole earth is full of his glory!”  The foundations shook and smoke filled the house. 

After encountering this vision, Isaiah’s response is this:  “Woe is me… I am ruined!  For I am a man of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty.”  Then, one of the seraphim brings Isaiah a piece of burning coal that had been smoldering on the altar. The creature touches Isaiah’s mouth with the hot coal and tells him that his guilt is taken away. 

How should we respond to the reality of the holiness and magnitude of God?!  Woe is ME!  

Ya Win Some, Ya Lose Some


 March 16, 2012

Well, the past two weeks have been, hmm, not sure the word to use to describe them.  The whole bed bugs (see picture above) situation is so messed up.  It started the second week of February, and is still going on a month later. I was being bitten in the night, discovered it was bed bugs.  The bed bug guys came and sprayed our room, and we couldn’t sleep in there for about a week. During that time, we slept on the floor of the commons room.  Then, we’d done our time and moved back into the room, only to get bitten again.  The person who runs our dorms, Christina, didn’t believe me that I was still getting bitten.  I was so frustrated, telling her I had 58 bites! She told me to go to the doctor to make sure it was bed bug bites, that I might be allergic to the laundry detergent here or something. I was like, umm noooo…. I’ve never been allergic to laundry detergent in all 21 years of my life, I only get bitten at night, other people who sleep in this room get bitten, and there are blood stains on my sheets.  But she didn’t do anything to help me. That night, Melissa and I were up pretty late, and at about 1 am I saw a live bed bug crawling on my mattress.  I freaked out a little bit. I made Melissa capture it with a piece of tape, so we would have evidence to show Cruella Deville the next day.  That night, we didn’t have a place to sleep.  We tried to sleep on the roof, but I didn’t sleep all night because I was so cold. I put on all my warmest clothes and hats and gloves and all that, and tried to make a cacoon with the blankets, but nothing worked- froze.  When we showed Cruella the captured bug in the tape the next morning, she agreed to call the bug people again.  So they came, and sprayed the room with really intense poison to kill anything in the room.  They locked the room and we couldn’t go in it for 10 days.  In the mean time, my stuff is in trash bags in the trash room of our dorms, and I sleep in this other dormitory called Hafnerreigel.  It’s the sketchiest place ever. The guy who owns is money hungry, and lets all kinds of people stay their illegally.  This one dude is 35 and is an illegal fugitive. He doesn’t pay rent but babysits the head dude’s kids so he can stay there. It’s mostly middle eastern men, and the place smells like a mix of Indian food and smoke. It’s across from a jail.  What a view. People told me that the head dude lets criminals stay there too, who can’t get a place anywhere else because of their history, so he can get more money. The building has 18 floors, and there used to be a roof terrace. But too many people jumped off the top and killed themselves, so they closed down the roof terrace and you can’t go on it anymore. But we have a friend who has a key to the elevator, so he took us up and let us go on it- the view was amazing from the top, I have to say.  But the building is so old and gross inside that they’re tearing it down in a few months. They’re in the process of relocating people so they can tear it down.  Good old Hafnerreigel- that’s where I’m staying for now!  It’s about 30 minutes away, so I walk there at night and sleep there, and then walk back in the morning, grab some clothes out of my trash bags, and go through my day. 

Each person gets 30 GB of internet per month. I haven’t used any of mine this month, because I haven’t been able to even go into my room.  But I got this email yesterday saying that my internet allowance for March is 80% used up, and then today I tried to use it for the first time and it is all used.  So someone must have gotten my password, and stolen all my internet.  Sucks. Not really sure what I can do about that.  Either that, or Cruella cut off my internet access.  But now I have to wait til April to have my own internet. I can go to the computer lab and use their computer, but they’re sooooo slow, and only open during certain hours. So frustrating.

Next thing that happened:  my friend Stina comes over all the time, and hangs out at our dorms during the day and then sleeps at Hafnerreigel at night.  She’s been using our kitchen and taking showers here sometimes, but hasn’t caused any problems.  But then yesterday morning, I walk back from the jail dorms and see that there are two letters taped to my door.  One is to me, and one is to Stina.  We both got official letters of reprimand from the dorms!  Since I can’t go in my room right now, I have my stuff in trash bags and then I keep like my backpack and coat and shoes in the corner of the commons room.  We sit out at the dining room table a lot, because we don’t have a room to go in.  Apparently, someone complained. I don’t know what people told Christina, but on the letter it says that I don’t clean up my dishes, that I don’t clean the kitchen, that I’m loud and disturb people from being able to study, that I don’t keep the quiet hours at night, and that since Stina is my friend, what she does is my responsibility when she is here.  UGH!!!  I seriously always do my dishes, and sometimes I clean up other people’s dishes. A couple times, Stina and I have cleaned up the whole kitchen and done everyone’s dishes- I don’t know why she would say that. People told me that others on the floor have been mad, thinking that I brought the bed bugs.  They think I’m dirty or something, but the bugs were there before I even got there!  So we can’t use the TV room right now, because all of the furniture from there is in my room (in case there were bed bug eggs), and people think it’s my fault.  I feel like a lepor that no one wants to touch!  Anyway, if I get another reprimand of any sort, I’ll get evicted from the dorms and won’t get my money back.  It’s such a mess.   I’ve never been a “bad kid” before, now I’m hated by the owner of the dorms!  So weird.  Kinda makes me laugh.  I’m trying to just kill her with kindness, but it’s so hard. 

What else… oh yeah, school.  My classes are messed up.  I just got back from one of my classes, Canadian Issues, and it was supposed to be in English.  I couldn’t find the classroom, was wandering around the building, and finally found it- walked in 20 minutes late.  They hand me a print out of the powerpoint, and it’s in German.  Shiza!  So I sit through about 20 minutes of the class, and can’t understand anything the lady is saying, so I finally leave- so frustrated.  I have to try to pick up another class now in order to have enough credit hours, but all of the classes offered in English are full.  I’m going to try to talk to an academic advisor or something, not sure what to do.  Ugh. 

But I do have good news as well!  I booked a flight for Turkey next weekend.  I’m going with my friend Bedritton, who is from Istanbul, so he can show me around.  We’re going to stay with a few of his friends- bouncing around from place to place.  I got a flight for super cheap, only 60 Euros each way.  I’ll be gone March 23-27th!  It’s gonna be great.  On Monday, I’m going skiing with my friend Carmen.  She’s super cute- from upper Austria.  She snowboards, and is going home this weekend to get her gear.  We’ll take a train and then a bus to a place called Semmering Monday morning, and ski/snowboard all day, then come home Monday night.  Woo hoo! 

Last piece of good news, one of my very best friends, Mary, is ENGAGED!  I just talked to her on the phone for a second, and it brought me to tears!  I wish I could be there to hug her so bad, but I’m smiling so big right now because I’m so excited for her and Brian.  I hate not being able to be there for big things like that though!  Ya win some, ya lose some.  Shizaaa. 

Sending all my Austrian love,
Lyndsey

Friday, March 9, 2012

African Dance Class


So…. This week has been the first week of school, and one of the classes I’m taking is an African Dance class.  Pretty sweet. Last night was our first class, what an adventure.  I had a map where the class was supposed to be, and it looked pretty far away, so I decided to leave about 45 minutes early and run there.  In the book, it said that the building was “Korisistrasse 2.”   So I’m running along the Mur River, and see the name of the street, and am so excited.  I figure it can’t be too hard to find the building.  So I’m running and running, and I’m at like 76 and 78 and then 80, and realize I’m going the wrong direction. So I turn around, and run and run and run until the numbers are finally pretty small.  But then the numbers turn odd instead of even, and I see building 3 and building 1, but not 2!  So I ask some dude on the street, and he doesn’t speak English. So I ask a younger guy, and he tells me it’s around the corner, but that it’s an apartment complex.  So I go into the apartment complex, and go up to the door, but you can’t get in without a key or someone inside letting you in. So I start ringing the bells of every floor, hoping someone will answer. Finally someone does, and I’m like, “Hiiiii.  What is this place?”  and the person over the intercom says the name of the apartment complex in the most confused voice.  And so I ask her, “Oh, ok. Well do they have dance classes here?”
 “Umm, noooo….” 
 “Well is there anywhere near here that might have African dance class?”
“There’s a yoga place about 30 meters away.”
            So off I go to find the yoga place.  Sure enough, I find it, and go inside.  I ask the lady working if they offer dance classes, and she tells me no, just yoga.  She tries to get me to sign up for a hot yoga class that meets at 5:30 am the next morning, but I get out of it and tell her maybe next week.  I ask her if there are any dance studios nearby, and she tells me that about 10 minutes up the street there is a Chinese restaurant, and behind the restaurant is a dance studio where they offer Salsa lessons.  Perfect.  So off I go to try to find the Chinese restaurant.  I’m running and running, and finally find it.  I don’t see the Salsa place though, so I’m wandering around a little bit, and after a few minutes I start to hear music. So I follow the sound of the music until I find the Salsa place. I walk in, and the place is super fancy. The girls are all wearing dresses and heels, and the guys are in tuxes, and there’s ballroom dancing and Salsa dancing.  I feel so out of place, wearing leggings and running shoes and a ski coat.  But I go in anyway, and ask the lady at the front desk if they offer African Dance.  She hardly speaks English, so I’m writing down words on a paper and drawing pictures, trying to explain what I’m trying to ask.  I try to draw a picture of the outline of Africa, and explain African dancing, and then a younger person walks by who speaks English and starts translating for me.  After a long time of trying to explain my question, she finally tells me that no, they only offer Salsa and ballroom dance.  Shoot.  But then, a lady comes over to me, and tells me that she’s taken African dance before, about 7 years ago, and that the class was in the gym of an elementary school near the river.  She says that if I wait a few minutes, she’ll walk me there and show me the way!  Such an answered prayer.  It’s now about 8:25, and I’d left at 7:15 for the 8:00 class.  But anyway, it’s about another 10 minutes away, but she shows me where it is!  From outside, I can hear the live percussion, and I’m so excited!  So I thank her about a million times, “Danke shun!!” And then I walk in and follow the sound of the drums to find the gym.  Finally I open a door, and can see the class!  So I start to go in, but then some guys start yelling at me in German. “I’m sorry, I don’t speak German.”  I’m so confused, and then I see a guy in his boxers walk by.  Oh shoot, I’m in the men’s locker room.  But I can see the class, and I had been through so much to get there, so I tell them, “I’m really sorry, but I’m just trying to get into that gym right there…” and I just walk through really fast.  Finally, I MADE IT!!!!  I take off my shoes, and join the class. 

It was awesome.  The class is taught in German though, so I had no idea what the teacher was saying, but I just follow everyone else, and copy what she does.  There are a bunch of drums with people playing and the music was so good!  It was so fun!  I met a girl, Ada, who is from Vienna and is so nice, and she helped translate things for me. 

On the way home, got lost again.  Took me about an hour and fifteen minutes to get home, but finally did.  What a class.  Next Thursday, I need to borrow a bike, and hopefully remember where that old raggedy gym is!  Can’t wait!  

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Budapest, Hungary









On Friday, Stina and I left for Budapest. We went to the train station in the afternoon, and asked for the next train to Budapest. They told us it left in an hour, so we went to McCafe and got frappes while we waited.  Once on the train, we thought we were good to go.  Budapest is 300 km away from Graz, so about 2 ½ hours by car or 6 hours on the cheapest train.  We thought we had hours to just chill, and we’re reading books and eating peanut butter/almond butter and jelly/honey with rice cakes/gluten free bread.  The train stops at lots of different stations along the way.  At one of them, about an hour into the  ride, this guy is getting off the train, and stops and asks us if we’re going to Budapest.  “Yes,” we say with smiles. He tells us that if we want to get to Budapest, we need to change trains now.  The train is about to leave, and we scramble to grab our stuff and hop off.  Stina left her sweater on the train, and almost left the jelly lid and the honey.  I saw the honey and went back for it. “Noooo, not the honey!!!!”  So I’m carrying my backpack in my arms with things hanging out, the lids not on the foods, a Ziploc bag filled with rice cakes spilling out, and hop off the train. We follow this man onto the next train, which is a sketchy old train that squeaks when it moves. We start talking with the guy, and his name is Thomas. He’s laughing at us because we’re so naïve, and we become friends with this guy.  He lives in Budapest and is returning home. He tells us we’ll have to change trains again in about 30 minutes.  We follow our fearless leader onto a third train, and then finally do make it to Budapest! On the third train, apparently you had to have some sort of a reservation, which we didn’t. So it cost additional money for us to take that train. We didn’t speak Hungarian, and know what the worker was saying, or have any Hungarian money (Forints). Lucky for us, Thomas saved the day once again, and paid for us. When we got there, he helped us find an ATM, buy bus tickets, and wait at the right bus stop. While we were waiting, we see an empty bus parked across the street, that looked super old and broken down. We were making all sorts of jokes about how old the bus looked.  A few minutes later, we watch someone go into the bus, and drive it over to our stop!  Sure enough, the old, broken down bus was the one we had to take.  Squeaking with every move, it finally made it to our stop.  We had the address, and were trying to find our hostel.  We saw an old woman walking into a gate, and thought maybe it was the gate to our hostel. So we tried to follow her in, but she looked at us like, “Umm… what the heck are you doing?” and we figured out it was her apartment that we were trying to follow her into.  Oops!  Turns out, our hostel was right next door.  We rang a bell, and they unlocked the gate for us to come in.  They found my name under reservations, and showed us to our tiny bedroom with two twin mattresses. We pay the $4300 (Hungarian money), which is about 11 Euros, for both of us for 2 nights. Pretty dang cheap! There was a kitchen, bathroom, and lots of rooms with tons of beds and people sleeping everywhere.  The walls were paper thin, and I could hear a dog snoring right behind my head the whole night, but we were exhausted and slept pretty well!  Plus, my bed in Graz has bed bugs, so this one was pretty cozy. 

On Saturday, we woke up and started a day of walking the city.  We first went to Hero’s Square, which was pretty close to our hostel. We took some cool pictures, looked at all the monuments, climbed up on the giant statue of a horse and took pictures, heard someone say that you can get arrested for doing that, and left!  From there, we walked toward Buda (we were in Pest, on the other side of the Danube River is Budda).  It was a long walk, but we made it.  When you get to the river, you can see the Parlament Building just before the river, two main bridges that go across, and then the Budda castle on the other side, along with a lot of residential area behind it.  It was beautiful. We crossed the river, and walked to the castle. There were trams that you could take to the top, but it wasn’t that hard of a walk. We started on the paths, and the view became more and more amazing the higher we climbed.  At the top, there were ancient ruins, with cats living in them!  There were lots of cats; it was so funny. There were also soldiers, who stand completely still and don’t make any facial expressions (kind of like the ones in London). A group of them got together, and marched, and twirled their guns listening to the commander. It was pretty cool. I’ll post a picture of them.

Then, we went to another castle, and there were girls wearing traditional Hungarian dresses, singing and chanting and dancing in circles. We watched them for a while. After that, we walked across the other bridge, back to the Pest side.  We marveled at the Parlemant government building. At one time, just Parlament used more electricity than the rest of the city combined! 

Late afternoon, we went to the Thermal Baths. It was about 10 Euros to get in, but it was so worth it. There were tons of pools, indoor and outdoor, at different temperatures. We went inside and sat in the saunas until we were so hot, and then went outside and swam in the pools, and then sat in the warm baths and watched old fat men play chess.  The surrounding buildings were fancy, I’ll post a picture of them. The baths in Budapest are the largest in all of Europe, and have been around for hundreds of years. I can only imagine people going to bathe there hundreds of years ago!  So cool.

For dinner, we went to a restaurant called Thai Buddha.  The waiter was really nice, and bought us drinks. We wrote notes back and forth on napkins as he gave us the check- had some fun with that. After we ate, we walked back to the river to see the castle lit up at night. It was so beautiful!

Sunday morning, we were planning to go to church at the basilica. We were walking there, when we stumbled upon the Museum of Terror. At first we just weren’t sure what it was, and then we decided to go inside. It was $2000 Forints, but $1000 Forints with our international student ID’s, woo hoo!  The building had once been a Nazi headquarters, but is now a museum.  Some of the rooms have been preserved the way they would have looked, and it is so interesting! In the basement are the torture chambers. We went down, and walked into the rooms that had been used to torture people, and the room with the gallows that killed many people in that very spot. Different torture chambers were used for different types of torture. In one, the people were kept in water, unable to get dry. In another, the ceilings were very low, and they were forced to crouch down without being able to straighten. In another, there were many lamps, all at different heights. The people would be forced to stand, and the lamps would be adjusted to the height of their eyes so that the light shined directly into their eyes.  In the room with the gallows, the people were hanged.  There were all sorts of tributes to the victims, with their names and pictures- thousands of them, men and women. We learned about the persecution of the Hungarian Jews, about internment camps, and what life was like for the people during WW2.  It was crazy, and sad, but so interesting. I’m so glad we stumbled into that museum!  We stayed there for over three hours without realizing it.

Sunday afternoon, we took a direct train home.  Easy peasy, piece of cake, can of corn.  Great weekend!  J