Worst.Airline.Experience.Ever = Worst.Birthday.Ever

Recently, I turned 30.  For a birthday celebration, my mom and I planned a wonderful girls' trip to one of my favorite places: New York City.  We spent the night in Atlanta and were planning to fly up to New York the morning of my birthday (a direct flight, leaving at 10:45 AM and arriving at 1:00 PM) and spend the remainder of the day walking around New York and having a special birthday dinner that night.

Here is what actually happened:

• 10:15 AM-People start lining up toward a nearby gate/Delta counter; no announcement made...did they change our gate again?  What is going on?
• 10:20 AM-Buzz among the other passengers is that our flight has been cancelled and we all now have to wait to speak to an agent and rebook.
• 11:00 AM-We finally talk to an agent who tell us he can put us on a flight via Dulles airport/D.C. and arrive in NYC at 4 PM.  We're not excited about losing those 3 hours, but we'll take it and make the best of it.
• 1:30 PM-We arrive in Dulles and plan to take our next flight at 2:30.
• 2:00 PM-Our flight to NYC is delayed...and delayed...and delayed...
• 5:30 PM-We FINALLY board our plane to NYC, and it's a small commuter plane (2 x1).  We sit at the gate for 30 mins and finally push back to the tarmac.
• 6:00 PM-We sit on the tarmac and watch jet plane after jet plane take off, but air traffic control says there is too much traffic or something, and our small plane has to wait.  
• 7:30 PM-Pilot says it doesn't look good.  By this point, I cannot control the tears.
• 8:00 PM-Pilot regretfully informs us that they have had to cancel our flight and we are returning to the terminal.
• 8:30 PM-At the Delta counter once again, we find out that that was the last flight of the day to NYC.  We rebook for the earliest flight possible the next day and are told Delta will not even pay for our hotel.  We get a $10 meal voucher each, probably only because I tearfully told them it was my birthday.
• 9:00 PM-At baggage claim, we discover our bags are already in LaGuardia.  They got put on the 11:45 flight from Atlanta even though we didn't.  Talk about adding insult to injury.
• 10:00 PM-We arrive at an airport hotel discouraged and exhausted.  We order dinner from the hotel bar (the restaurant has already closed) and then head upstairs to our room.  We take showers and try to sleep but are mostly unsuccessful.
• 4:30 AM-Time to get up and catch the 5 AM shuttle to the airport.
• 5:30 AM-Check in at the airport and spend my meal voucher on breakfast at Starbucks.
• 6:15 AM-We board our 6:30 flight which leaves about 7:00 AM.
• 8:00 AM-We finally make it LaGuardia...praise God!!! Only 19 hours later than scheduled.

Left: 3:00 PM, enjoying a chai latte and still hopeful
Right: 6:00 AM the next day, pathetic and desperate (notice the Venti chai)

As an experienced traveler, I know that part of this comes with the territory.  I've had some pretty bad travel experiences including throwing up on a train in Spain and having to spend the night alone in a Mexico City airport hotel after returning from my grandmother's funeral.  However, this is the 2nd-worse travel experience I have ever had in my life.  (The only thing worse was when I threw up 25 times in one day in Peru and had to ride in a car several more hours after that.)  Thanks, Delta, for ruining my 30th birthday and having me spend the entire day in airports, airplanes, or airport hotels.

After awhile though, conviction sets in.  Of course I know that this is a first-world problem.  I know that many people would love to spend the day in an airport where they had access to clean water and bathrooms all day long.  On an even deeper level, I wrestle with the theological issue.  If I believe that God is sovereign, then I have to believe that He is still sovereign over everything that went wrong that day.  He could have chosen to have it go differently, but He didn't.  Sometimes, the Lord gives us a glimpse of things from His perspective, like the woman on our plane who was supposed to be in the World Trade Center on Sept. 11th but wasn't.  Other times, we don't know why things go the way they do.  Did this terrible travel day happen to prevent us from a dangerous accident, to teach me about how much I still struggle with the sin of entitlement, or did it not have anything to do with us at all?  Any one of these is possible, and ultimately all that matters is that God is God and I am not.  Oh Lord, continue to teach me that Your thoughts are not my thoughts and Your ways are not my ways...

God is still loving and sovereign even when the story does not have a happy ending.  

Much to my delight though, this story does have a happy ending...from the moment we made it to New York, we had a fabulous time full of blessings we don't deserve but so appreciated and enjoyed.  More details and pics to come in the next blog post!

Welcome Summer!

Hello, blog world!  I have missed you!  I thankfully made it through my intense, crazy semester of "school" and "school" (graduate and teaching) and am so happy it's over.  Of course, one school is about to start up again this week, but that's much better than doing both at the same time.  Thus, I can finally reenter the blogging world again after a semester-long hiatus.

Of course, it's sort of like when you need to catch up with a good friend that you haven't talked to in several months.  Where do you even start?  with the trivial?  the profound? a long detailed list of events or just a short summary?  Well, I think it is sometimes best to break back into things slowly so I'm just going to list a few of my favorite things from this first week of summer...

• a day trip to the lake
• seeing fireflies at twilight
• the sheer delight on Sunday evenings, knowing that I can linger over dinner with friends and not have to worry about getting to bed on time or finishing up a lesson plan
• spending time with my parents in Florida
• going out to lunch
• catching up with dear friends
• riding bikes
• watching TV/movies during the day and not feeling guilty
• indulging in popsicles or root beer floats

Lenten Devotional on Psalm 150

Working full-time and attending grad school full-time this semester have taken over my life this semester.  "Survival mode" has meant letting go of non-essentials like blogging for a season, even though I really miss it.  However, I wrote this reflection on Psalm 150 way back in January as a part of my church's Lenten devotional that is composed of entries from various church members.  Thought I'd share it today...

At my church in Mexico, we referred to Holy Saturday as “Sábado de Gloria.”  I love that phrase and cannot think of a better way to connect the truths of Good Friday and Easter Sunday than by this reminder of God’s glory.  From Christ’s sacrifice on the cross to the power of His resurrection, it really all begins and ends with God’s glory.  The fact that we, who were once far off, have been brought near by the blood of Christ (Ephesians 1:13) should lead us to celebrate, and Psalm 150 is all about celebrating.

The psalm focuses on one main idea: praising the Lord.  But this is not just a customary or commonplace praise, this is a praise with all that is within us.  In the first verse, we notice that God is to be praised in His sanctuary and in His mighty heavens.  In his commentary on Psalms 73-150, Derek Kidner points out that, “His Glory fills the universe; His praise must do no less.”  Both heaven and earth are called to worship the Lord.  From the angels in the heavens to the fish in the sea, and from infants to the elderly, all creation is to praise the Lord.

We are then instructed on why we are to praise the Lord.  We praise Him for His mighty deeds and all that He has done on our behalf, especially the gift of our salvation.  Often, these prayers of gratitude come easily to us.  We are thankful for the ways God’s blessed us or for the gift of His beautiful creation.  However, we also worship the Lord according to His excellent greatness, or simply for who He is.  Sometimes, this type of praise is harder for us.  During this Lenten and soon to be Easter season, may the Lord teach our hearts to slow down and meditate on who He is. 

As the psalm continues, we learn how we are to praise God.  We are to praise God with all that we are and all that we have.  Just as we are commanded to love the Lord our God with all our heart, with all our soul, and with all our might (Deuteronomy 6:5), we are also to praise the Lord with our whole being.  Through mentioning dancing and a wide array of instruments, the psalmist shows us that our praise is not to be passive but rather fervent and full of life.  Even in the repetitive structure and abundance of exclamation marks, we can almost hear the crescendo effect that culminates in the declaration, “Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!  Praise the Lord!”

As you read Psalm 150, don’t be surprised if your heart resounds with “Amen!”  We were made to praise God, and we find our fullest joy in doing so.  In his Reflections on the Psalms, C.S. Lewis says, “In commanding us to glorify Him, God is inviting us to enjoy him.”  Sally Lloyd-Jones puts it even more simply in her book Thoughts to Make Your Heart Sing, “When God says ‘Glorify me!’, He’s really saying ‘Be filled with joy!’  He knows it’s the thing your heart most needs to be happy.”  So today on this “Sábado de Gloria,” may the Lord fill us with joy as we worship Him.  Praise the Lord!

Les Misérables

Although I have never read the book, I have had the incredible privilege of seeing the play Les Misérables four times (Washington, D.C., New York, London, and Birmingham) so I am a bit of a Les Mis connoisseur. :)  I hope to read the book one day, and if I were an English professor or high school teacher, I would love to teach a whole elective on the story and all the strong themes and characters.  There are so many excellent papers that could be written on a myriad of topics!  So needless to say, I went in to the movie on December 26th with high expectations...

And I was not disappointed.  The recent film version of Les Misérables is truly amazing.  In my opinion, it is a very faithful rendition of the play--they only made a few minor changes that enhance the story, not change it.  The sets were fabulous and intricately detailed.  I think what makes Les Mis so powerful though is the combination of such memorable songs and such a moving story.  In most musicals, one has their favorite songs of course.  But in Les Mis, it's easier for me to think of the few songs that are not my favorites rather than the other way around.  I love almost all of them, and they all linger in my head even days after hearing them.  Then, there's the story itself--what a beautiful picture of redemption and grace!  Every time I see it, I wonder if I would have acted in the same way the bishop did.  Do I live out the Gospel like that in my life?

While I have so many more thoughts that could be expounded on regarding this movie, I will just briefly list a few for the sake of time:

• I cried.  A LOT.
• Marius (Eddie Redmayne) was very well-cast.  I loved how his freckles gave him an appearance of youthful innocence.
• Éponine was amazing.  She belts out her songs with such emotion as well as shows it on her face.  Her complex character is always one of my favorites.  Loved that they cast Samantha Barks for the movie version, who had played the role on stage previously.
• As everyone cannot stop talking about Anne Hathaway's performance on "I Dreamed a Dream," she obviously nailed it.  My tears during this part were not just for Fantine though;  I couldn't stop thinking about the prostitutes in our own city and the women just down the street from our church who sell themselves for a mere $5.  Heartbreaking and with no easy answers.
• If you're feeling bad about your life, go see this movie.  With a title that means "The Miserable Ones," you can't help but feel grateful for your own life in comparison.

As my family and I walked out of the theater and began verbally processing it all, my brother made this remark: "Les Misérables was like a bottle of 18th century French wine.  Seeing it again sooner than 25 years from now seems over-indulgent."  While I think I will be seeing this movie again sooner than in 25 years, I think that captures the experience pretty well. 

A Strong (& Delicious) Finish

Remember my goal of cooking at least one new thing a month in 2012?  For more details, see here.  Well, I was able to meet that goal and finish the year strong with some delicious homemade gingerbread cookies, one of my very favorite types of cookie.  A friend at school shared this recipe with me, and I made a few minor adjustments.  My cousin Sarah and I had great fun making these on Christmas Eve, and all the family enjoyed eating them throughout the week.

Ingredients:

• 1 cup butter or margarine, softened
• 1 cup sugar
• 1/4 cup water (*I changed this to 1/2 cup water because I wanted the cookies to be a little moister, and it worked great.)
• 1 cup molases
• 5 cups all-purpose flour (*I used slightly less than 5 full cups, but at least 4 and 1/2 cups.)
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 1 and 1/2 tablespoons ground ginger
• 1.2 teaspoon ground allspice
• 1 and 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

Steps:

• Beat butter and sugar at medium  speed with an electric mixer until fluffy (3-4 mins).  Stir together 1/4 cup water and baking soda until dissolved, stir in molasses.
• Combiner flour and next 4 ingredients.  Add to butter mixture alternately with molasses mixture, beginning and ending with flour mixture.
• Shape dough into a ball, cover and chill for 1 hour.
• Roll dough to 1/4 inche thickness on a lightly floured surface.  
• Cut with cooke cutters and place 2 inches apart on parchment paper-lined baking sheets.
• Bake at 350 degrees for 12 minutes.  (*Time may be a little less depending on the thickness of your cookies.)

 

Pre-baking: We didn't have a cookie cutter for gingerbread men, so we made gingerbread hearts and stars. 

Just out of the oven, lightly dusted with powdered sugar, and ready to be enjoyed!

All the Poor and Powerless

Last Wednesday at church, we had our Nine Lessons and Carols service.  This special Advent service is always well-anticipated and does not disappoint.  Nine Scripture passages are interspersed between various songs, traditional and modern.  Some songs are sung by the choir, some by soloists, some by the congregation, or a combination of these.  My favorite song from the 2012 service was one that I heard for the first time.  It's called "All the Poor and Powerless," and I absolutely. love. it.  Here are the lyrics and a link to the song by All Sons and Daughters.

All the poor and powerless
And all the lost and lonely
All the thieves will come confess
And know that You are holy
And know that You are holy

And all will sing out
Hallelujah
And we will cry out
Hallelujah
All the hearts who are content
And all who feel unworthy 
And all who hurt with nothing left
Will know that You are holy

And all will sing out
Hallelujah
And we will cry out
Hallelujah

Shout it
Go on scream it from the mountains
Go on and tell it to the masses
That He is God
We will sing out
Hallelujah
And we will cry out
Hallelujah

The Humility of Christmas

"Why have we come to this odd corner of the town?" Scrooge asks the Spirit of Christmas Present as he looks around a poor street in London.

"It's Christmas here, too, you know," answers the spirit.

As I drove home last Sunday night, this scene from A Muppet Christmas Carol (my family's favorite version of the classic Dickens story) suddenly came to my mind...I was driving past one of the housing projects in town, and several of the units had Christmas lights and decorations that created a cheery sight for passers-by to enjoy.  Seeing this and remembering that "it's Christmas here, too" made my heart happy.

I was also driving home from the hospital, having just visited friends and their tiny newborn who wasn't even yet 24 hours old.  I thought about how Jesus left all the glory and power of heaven to become likewise for our sake and so that He might dwell with us.  I recalled one of the verses we had read earlier that night in church:

"Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call his name 'Immanuel' (which means, God with us)." -Matthew 1:23

As all these thoughts gently mixed in my head, I was struck with the humility of Christmas.

"My soul magnifies the Lord, 

and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,

for he has looked on the humble estate of his servant.

For behold, from now on all generations will call me blessed;

for he who is mighty has done great things for me,

and holy is his name.

And his mercy is for those who fear him

from generation to generation.

He has shown strength with his arm; 

he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts;

he has brought down the mighty from their thrones

 and exalted those of humble estate;

he has filled the hungry with good things, 

and the rich he has sent away empty.

He has helped his servant Israel,

in remembrance of his mercy,

as he spoke to our fathers,

to Abraham and to his offspring forever."

~Luke 1:46-55