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12 March 2012

Speaking in Church: "Stress and the Gospel of Jesus Christ"

http://www.encyclopedia.com/topic/balm_of_Gilead.aspx
The Balm of Gilead.

Two weeks ago, I was asked if I would be a guest speaker in church. I obliged, but I struggled to find a good topic. Finally, since a lot of my friends and I are going through a lot of hard times and since I love the practical application of the gospel, I decided to go through all sorts of sources looking for every thing one can do to deal with stress in a healthy manner. I loved to see that the suggestions given by secular sources can be found in the scriptures or in good talks given by Church leaders. As I worked on the talk, the list of advice for stress reduction/increasing happiness grew ridiculously long. However, I didn't feel like I wanted to give a list that wasn't complete though, so I forged on.

By the time I had to give the talk (yesterday), the list was up to 44 items. Since then, I have added one more.

Sunday morning, I knew I was going to have to cut out a lot of material, so I went through and changed everything to bullet points, and then I put asterisks next to the items I most wanted to share. Then, I waited and waited for my ride to come get me to take me to church, which was to start at 11:30. Minutes ticked by as I stood on the porch, talk, jacket, and scripture bag in hand, waiting for the right car to come down the street. Each time I started to feel anxious, I thought of everything I had just put into a 15-page talk and tried to calm myself down. I asked, "Is it really going to matter in a year that I was late to church on the day I was supposed to speak?" and then assured myself, "This is going to be a funny story to tell."

Everything did turn out okay even though I raced through the talk. Sure, it was super-long, but I really feel like what I gathered is a good resource, so I decided to share it with anyone who wants it.

Open it here: "Stress and the Gospel of Jesus Christ." Enjoy. And you're welcome to share the link to this page with anyone you think the 45 tips might help. (Just please don't expect me to exemplify everything in there all in one fell swoop--I'm as imperfect as anyone else.)

14 February 2012

"Marry Him!" Ponderings


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I have a really smart (and Mormon) friend named Betsy. Whenever we get together, we end up talking about recent popular articles about dating and marriage since she has written a number of articles on the same (including a chapter in this book, this article and this article). Last time we talked, she told me that reading Lori Gottlieb's book (not just Gottlieb's article by the same name), Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough, might be worth my time. Reading the book made me want to gather a lot of my thoughts, and what better time to share them than on Valentine's Day?

Though I found Gottlieb's interviews, personal experiences, and statistics interesting, there were a few things that really shocked me--such as the fact that a LOT of women, even short women, are looking for really tall guys. Being short myself, I've never thought much about height. There was one time that I went out with a guy and realized that wearing boots made me feel a bit tall next to him, but I never considered height a determining factor in a relationship. Gottlieb has a hard time budging at all on her height requirement even though she is also quite short. And though I have been member to the "he's too skinny" or "he's too chubby" party, I've nevertheless had great relationships with guys fitting those descriptions. Sure, I've also complained about ridiculous things like prematurely grey hair, big pores (I'm rolling my eyes with you), and unattractive shoes, but in the end I've realized those things aren't as important as other things.

Gottlieb discusses the feeling that many people have--that one can eliminate the possibility of a relationship within one date or one email. As it turns out, many of the successful relationships in the book didn't start out with any kind of butterflies. Similarly, a coworker of mine several years ago told me how she had been irritated by her future husband when she first knew him. "The more I got to know him," she said, "the less he annoyed me." I shook my head in disbelief. How come she even gave him the chance to stop annoying her when instead of butterflies, she felt annoyance? I remember wondering a few years ago if I was too old to feel butterflies. But when it really comes down to it, it's not butterflies I'm looking for--it's mutual constancy, support, help, comfortable companionship, and goals. When Mormon Church leaders describe marriage as “a solemn responsibility to love and care for each other,” I don't see a clear link to butterflies, and I no longer think there needs to be one.

Gottlieb also mentions the problem of too many choices. Modern dating is so unlimited in its numbers that it can be problematic. I think we all know the feeling of going to get something at the store and being so overwhelmed by the different choices that we end up making no choice at all. Or, alternatively, we buy one option only to forever wonder if we should have bought another. We don't want to fully commit because we want to try them all, and the same problem can happen when an online dating site or even a Mormon singles conference shows us thousands of options.

Gottlieb's book is great at convincing its readers to go out with people they wouldn't normally go out with, to create soul mates by actively loving them, and to narrow down relationship needs to only three items.

PhotobucketBut Gottlieb doesn't say much about sex. I think she should. As unpopular as a conservative view on sex may be today, according to statistics that my friend Betsy has gathered, people who save sex for marriage are more satisfied sexually. And I think that when both of you wait, the commitment level goes up. After all, you're not giving it away lightly. You're not only asking, "Is this someone I want to be with the rest of my life?" you're also asking, "Is this someone I'm willing and ready to give myself away to that way?" (Basically, I want to quote huge sections of Betsy's articles. I really think you should read at least one.) However, I realize that most readers of this blog (and of Gottlieb's book) have already made a decision about sex one way or the other. To those who aren't as conservative, let me just say that there is such a thing as re-committed virginity and I believe it can be just as rewarding. For the record, I think the idea of sexual faithfulness to one's future spouse is the most romantic notion out there, and it can be realistic as well.

Gottlieb also doesn't comment much on communication, which is something that is so important to me. Every time I watch any kind of chick flick (as well as other kinds of movies, actually), it seems like the conflict can be boiled down to communication. If people would just talk to each other, so many problems would be solved! And can't the same concept be applied to dating and relationships and marriages? There are, of course, horrible communication failures in Gottlieb's book, such as the woman who broke up with a man because he was doing something minuscule that bugged her. When asked if she'd talked to him about it, she said, "No. He should have already known not to do that." If that one thing was all the woman could complain about, how successful could that relationship have been if they had worked on the behavior together? She gave up the rest of the benefits of the relationship because he "should have" known something? Of course the naysayer in us can say, "Well, maybe he would have reacted badly and refused to change the behavior." True. But what if he'd simply said, "Oh, okay. I didn't realize that was annoying"? Or what if she'd learned to look past that annoying behavior, like my friend did?

Fears hold people back from commitment. We fear messy divorces and boring lives, but one of Betsy Vandenberghe's sentences really drove the fact home that I actually want what could be considered a boring life: "[S]o, some bloggers are correct in accusing marriage of lacking excitement, if by that they mean it consists of economic stability, less stress, and fewer doctor visits."

Gottlieb talks about marriage being a business arrangement (arranged marriages are working better than un-arranged marriages, she points out), and how even though that sounds unromantic to modern ears, it's helpful to think of it that way. She's changed her viewpoint from looking for the guy she is proud to show off and who has no issues (not possible) to someone who will help her lead an economically stable life and who will get up in the night when the child cries. That sounds boring when paired with a romantic movie, but it sounds satisfying and safe, doesn't it?

Betsy has also shown me statistics about couples who considered getting divorces and didn't. As it turns out, in the long run, most couples are extremely glad they stayed together. Even after the stress of conflict, spouses enjoy more stability, they're healthier, and their children are happier. Marriage is a piece of work.

Dean Larsen said, “Marriage is not an easy venture. It is largely a one-time-through, do-it yourself project for the husband and wife. I repeatedly encounter the illusion today, especially among younger people, that perfect marriages happen simply if the right two people come together. This is untrue. Marriages don’t succeed automatically. Those who build happy, secure, successful marriages pay the price to do so. They work at it constantly.”

Many marriages today are separated from any religious affiliation, and though the pictures at court houses look lovely in their simplicity, I think there is something truly beautiful and binding about making marriage a religious covenant. After all, religious covenants are more personal than a government's declaration that two are one. They are also stronger than that official oath, because covenants go both ways--we promise God to be faithful to each other and to Him, and He in turn promises to bless us.

Gottlieb's book helped me do some good thinking about what it is I'm looking for and what I need to improve in myself in order to contribute to a great relationship. Though it's a book aimed at women, I think a lot of men (including apostles who keep trying to give motivational talks about getting married) would also benefit from giving Marry Him a quick read.

15 August 2011

Jahresbericht

So I realized I never published this post about the University of Leipzig's yearly report, the Jahresbericht. (Pretty sure I originally wrote this post in May of 2008, ha ha!)

The University of Leipzig's "Annual Report" asked me some questions about being here and sent a photographer to get some shots of me. Yeah, they're a little cheesy, but enjoy.

The orange building is the building where my department is (it's a shame you can't see the rest of the building, it's got really cool modern architecture), and the gray building is the amazing library right across the street. Leipzig (and my location therein) is perfect in so many ways. (Lena, do you remember this shirt? You gave it to me forever ago. Thanks!)

The photographer asked if I could see the light he'd set up, and I thought he meant I should look at it, when really he just wanted to know if it was working. I never know what to do with my hands.











This picture is really good at highlighting my crooked nose. Wow, I felt like a dork with my hands like that. And why did I leave that elastic on my wrist and stuff in my pockets? Oh well, that's how I always am, so I guess the pictures are realistic.













That book just happens to be one I had in my backpack for my immigration class. Coming to America. Should be Coming to Germany.



























29 July 2011

Edith Rosetta Smith Glauser's 82nd Birthday

Edith Rosetta Smith Glauser

Edith Rosetta Smith Glauser, my grandmother. She got baptized in a tiny town in Nebraska, moved to Salt Lake with one sister at the age of 13, married who turned out to be a stubborn and grumpy man for 45 years, raised six kids, cleaned the whole house every Friday, loved to ski and play tennis, stayed dedicated to her marriage despite advice of church leaders, hosted monthly fast Sunday dinners, served a couples mission in Czech Republic, did enormous amounts of genealogical research, enjoyed the last years with her husband, and died of a second bout of cancer. If I'm doing my math right, today would have been her 82nd birthday. I thus find it appropriate that I finished reading the eight years of her journals this week.

There were parts that made me laugh out loud and others that enlightened me about family. I gobbled up every word. One entry was entirely dedicated to me:

February 26, 2003
Today is Michelle's 18th birthday. It is hard to believe she is that old. I can see her so plainly the day she was born in that little hospital bed. She had dark hair. Dave's children are all blonds so it was quite a shock. She has grown into a beautiful, bright and industrious girl. She gets good grades, is in a miriad [sic] of things and works at the East Mill Creek Library. We love this girl!!

When I got to her last journal entry, I thought, "Surely it doesn't end here . . . she had almost a full year left." I'm eagerly waiting for some family members to get back to me about whether there are more journals and a personal history that she mentions writing. I wanted everyone else (especially those who knew her) to read what I had read. I could go on forever about my grandma.

There is one picture of her that makes me think I look like her (I inherited my longer nose from her), so I've posed it with one of me at about that age (just try to ignore the glasses):

Edith Rosetta Smith GlauserMichelle Glauser @ 10-12


Here's another sample:

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I miss Grandma. I feel bad that I didn't do baptisms as often as she wanted--she mentions over and over in her journal how important genealogy is to her. I wish she could be here to meet my future kids. But I also feel sure that I'll see her again.

Next week there's a Sunstone symposium about Mormon material culture (and they'll also be talking about the Pagoda chapel, which my grandparents helped build), to which I submitted some photographs and the following about my grandma's journal.

Copy of Grandma's Journal (Edith Rosetta Smith Glauser)

My academic interests lie in women’s autobiographical acts—anything from historical spirituality-seeking journal-writing to today’s to Tweeting, blogging, and Facebook status updates of today. Though some characteristics of women’s autobiographical acts haven’t changed, modern forms seem more exciting; they have bright colors and pictures and videos and links, discussions can ensue through commenting capabilities, and readers receive current updates rather than posthumous access.

But when I read a copy of my paternal grandmother’s journals, I couldn’t have been more delighted. These journals wouldn’t win any literary awards; as my sister said, “She kept a captain’s log.” But it is the plainness of her account that keeps my grandma alive. I can’t imagine her, as one logical, hardworking, house-making Mormon mother, Edith Rosetta Smith Glauser, recording anything besides how much she paid for the quantity of hams she cooked for Sunday dinner and how many people showed up to enjoy her efforts. She describes helping ward members, welcoming visitors into her home, making quilts with and for grandchildren, and taking trips with my grandpa—because that is what she did and that is what made her happy.

And her adjectives! She describes people and food and work and parties as “dear,” “delicious,” “satisfying,” and “fun.” She sounds upbeat even while undergoing long chemo and radiation treatments. She often bears her testimony of God’s love, the Atonement, and genealogy, and remarks upon the happy miracle of finding the Gospel as a teenager living in rural Nebraska.

Many events she describes I recognize; many are news to me. Whatever the case, my grandma’s words make me want to be more hardworking, close to God, positive, and loving.

When side effects of cold medicine caused her to feel “terrible to have accomplished so little,” I laughed, because her definition of “so little” was to “take down the Christmas lights, clean[ed] the two upstairs bathrooms, clean[ed] the kitchen (the floor was sticky from the Christmas celebrations), change[d] the sheets on [the] bed and d[o] three loads of laundry.” Have I, cold medicine-less, done more than that today, even if my roles are different?

I had an umbrella of Grandma’s—when it broke I fashioned a skirt that still happily reminds me of her. I also have some of her clothing and books. But I find the journals, though copies (maybe someday I will be overjoyed to own the originals), to be the most precious material hand-me-downs. I can never make them truly my own, the way Grandma’s umbrella became a skirt. Her journals will always speak with her voice, with her handwriting, and with her experiences—that is what makes them so powerful to me.

I have three requests. First, dig your own ancestors’ memoirs or diaries out of closets and archives and read them. Secondly, copy, distribute, and please, even digitize them—it is these words from the past that encourage each generation to be better than the last despite differing lifestyles and challenges. And third, record your own experiences and ensure that they will be available to your descendants.

Happy birthday, Grandma!

09 February 2011

Prayer Posture

Did you know Joseph warned the men of Zion's Camp "to be careful about their posture while praying"? He said

When we Kneel to pray we should be in a graceful manner such as would not cause a disgusting impression to arise in the mind of any spectator. (Bushman 241)
I read that and think of all the times that I pray while traveling or while sprawled across the bed or shriveled on the floor in exhaustion at the beginning or ending of a day. I think the important thing is that I am praying. And I don't pray to have the praise of men, though I guess I should show more respect to this most holy of communicative acts.

Am I the only one with bad prayer posture?

21 September 2010

Leipzig's Livability

Did you know that Leipzig was rated the 68th most livable city in the world? And in 2009, the city was rated 35th for social, cultural, and economic innovation. Also, the 2010 eco-city list put Leipzig in 41st place.

Looking at some of the other cities, I personally would rate Leipzig above many of them.

There's a good recycle program (though the littering attitude is pretty lame).
Healthy food is very available (though I'll never understand the smoking percentages).
The music scene can't be topped.
The history is fabulous.
The education is great.
The buildings are beautiful.
Clara-Zetkin Park and the canals are a favorite.
The doctors are good.
The city is bicycle-friendly.
The public transportation has won awards for having a great system (and rightfully).
The population isn't overwhelmingly enormous.
The city center is nice and compact.
Schleußig is a great alternative area.

Etc., etc., etc.

Ich liebe Leipzig!

29 August 2010

August 2010's Links to Love

Well aren't you lucky this month? I lost a whole bunch of the links thanks to my forgetfulness in pressing the save button before closing down the computer. Sigh. This linking habit of mine is not good for my carpal tunnel. But I hope you enjoy anyway.

Artsy:


I wouldn't mind if beaches now were more like beaches 100 years ago.

On a similar note, check out these mixed time period photographs (the second one is the Reichstag).

Look at these bouquets with non-flowering plants in them. Wow. I used to love polka dot plants and hens and chicks when I was little. I wonder if I would dare put them in my wedding bouquet. Probably not.

Cheese wedding cakes. Another thing I think is awesome but I'm not sure I'd choose it for myself.

X-rayed flowers.

Four classic films to check out at the library.

Pretty sewn news.

A life story in photographs
.

Design your own earrings
.

Look at this darling shack
.

Prints of retro GQs.

Get your own scratch-off map.

Collette Dinnigan designs fresh, clean homes like this one.

I like this idea of putting lace on lights to make them look pretty.

Poet's loft on a lake for rent. Love.

Ballerina Project.

Retro social media ads.


Music:

Who knew there were so many phrases on matchboxes to make a song? (Thanks, Sarah.)




Did you hear about the armless Chinese piano player?




I've just discovered Daphne Loves Derby:




Literary:

One word to get you started writing.

Adopt a word! I adopted "starrify" and "quibbleism," with the first being something I love and the second being something I dislike.

Most stolen books bookshelf.

Ten crazy rejection letters.

Grawlix. #@?*&!


Mormon:

First edition Book of Mormon, 1.5 million.

LDS Women authors
.

"Where [Mormon] Feminism Doesn't Take Me."

Have you seen Carol Lynn Pearson's interviews on YouTube? (Warning, they're really long.) Check out this one on the divine feminine.

Did you see the poll about perceptions of Mormons? (For example, about three-quarters of those polled are unsure whether Mormons believe the Bible or are Christians.) Here's a small discussion.


Yes, I Love Technology:

Gmail is making phone calls now.

Gmail game.

Viglink
monetizes your links.

Now you can access two Gmail accounts at once!

Google's estimation of the total number of books in the world.


Random:


Which of these neighborhood layouts do you like the best? The wavy one is cool, but it would be hard to get anywhere.

Sao Paulo replica of Solomon's temple
.

Although beaches are okay, I'm a mountain and lake person. That's why I want to visit the world's ten most beautiful lakes.

I've noticed the hole in windows in airplanes, too.

Pop Tart shop
.

Presidential nuzzle
.

Be careful with those ice sculptures:

05 August 2010

Sica in Leipzig

It's been over a month and I haven't posted pictures of Sica in Leipzig!

I was so glad she got to come so I could show her the awesome city of Leipzig. It was amusing to me that she wanted to play Rummikub more than go to the Motette or see the Thomaskirche, but I loved spending time with her and where didn't matter. But she did see the Nikolaikirche, the Altes Rathaus, Clara-Zetkin Park,


She met my dear, dear friends Sylvia and Dietmar:

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She is one awesome Rummikub player (sorry, Markus) and she even went on a long bike ride with me! (Thanks to the Jakobis for letting me borrow an extra bike.)

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She saw Dresden:

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She tried her first Döner (she went for garlic sauce and NO vegetables):

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She watched German soccer (World Cup) with me and other YSAs (on the 4th of July, after which we picked strawberries and celebrated Independence Day):

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And she saw the enormity of the Völkerschlachtdenkmal (Monument to the Battle of the Nations):

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It was great having her here. (Thank you for sending her over!) She even helped me out though she was on vacation and also I felt bad that I couldn't find her any chocolate without nuts. I worried a lot about me killing my sister on accident. Sica--you're great. I love you so much.

28 July 2010

Missing EFY

I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really sad about not being accepted to be a counselor at EFY this year. At least jensi posted a whole bunch of EFY videos on YouTube that can cheer me up a little. You can see me dancing--I'm the one with the green hair ribbon to match my shirt--see Mom, I don't dance off on my own in the corner anymore. (Now if I could just remember how to do the whole dance--guess I've got to do some YouTube studying.)

23 June 2010

Ali's Bistro

I've wanted to take a picture of this for Ali for the last two and a half years. Now I've finally succeeded.

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Does that mean I should/can leave Leipzig now?

14 May 2010

The Beloved Jakobi Family

I looove my visiting teaching companion, Dani (and her family). And she does a lot for me. Since I had a free week and knew she had a lot to do (she's a lawyer), I offered to play mom while she got stuff done in her office.

I was surprised how much fun I thought it was to be domestic. I:

  • went shopping
  • organized family night
  • figured out meals from food storage
  • made my own hash browns since I couldn't find them in the stores (I should have gone with browning them in a pan instead of scalding them--the starch made them too sticky and dream potatoes turned into dream potato soup)
  • made smoothies
  • made banana bread
  • made grilled cheese sandwiches
  • made pancakes
  • drove Elisa to seminary at 5:30 in the morning
  • filled up the car
  • brought Finn to and from Kindergarten
  • drove for what seemed like a whole day
  • never got lost in the city
  • dropped off and picked up kids at and from school and piano lessons
  • helped kids practice the piano
  • helped kids do their homework
  • got called "cleaning lady" by the 14-year-old who didn't want to do his homework (practically the only low point)
  • jumped on the tramp (how did I use to do that for hours every summer day? Now it hurts my brain!)
  • sword fought with Finn
  • played this counting game with Finn and only won once out of at least 20 games
  • petted bunnies
  • went shopping again
  • picked up stuff for the Young Men's bike tour to Denmark, twice
  • brought Sammy to pick out biker shorts ("I don't like them. They're ugly! Especially this padded part on the front." "That's so you can have children some day.")
  • washed lots of laundry
  • etc.


I've been teaching Elisa to sew. So far she has a beige and blue/white striped bag and a polka-dot skirt. Here's her first skirt.

Elisa's first skirt


Sammy's rabbits were pregnant before the male got castrated and they now have a total of SEVENTEEN rabbits/bunnies! But the neighbors don't seem to mind . . . yet:

Dani Bauerfeind with the two albino bunnies


When I was bringing Finn to a birthday party, I saw a bunch of sheep and mentioned them to him. He hadn't seen them and said he'd never seen sheep before. So on the way back, we jumped out of the car and stared at them staring at us. They also cuddled with a tree. My bright idea was to run to the car screaming so we could laugh our heads off watching the sheep running away. Ha ha. I told them I was sorry, kind of.

Sheep cuddling with a tree


Finn could not wake up long enough to get out of the car after that. Let me tell you, birthday parties and sheep-watching are tiring activities.

Finn not being able to wake up long enough to get out of the car


Elisa wanted me to take her to get some more material, and while searching for a material store, Finn, Liv, and I climbed onto a giant metal ball and took this classy picture:


Finn, Liv, and I at a playground


But what made it the most fun was being able to help Dani. That made me really happy.

20 January 2010

Yet Another Invitation, This Time by the New York Times

Check out this New York Times list of places to visit in 2010.

Leipzig is number 10, between Antarctica and Los Angeles!

I've got a couch and a fridge located there if you want to make it to at least one of the New York Times's suggested places.

14 January 2010

Mormon Women Project

I've been featured at this really classy new website called "Mormon Women."

As my interviewer wrote,


The MWP is a continuously expanding digital library of interviews with Latter-day Saint women from around the world. Today, the site features interviews with 18 fascinating women, but my vision is to have this library grow to include hundreds of women, profiled in a variety of media including photo essays, video shorts and visual art galleries. I want MormonWomen.com to be the source for accurate, inspirational information about Latter-day Saint women.

The Project celebrates women who have made deliberate choices — with the help of the Spirit and personal revelation — to overcome personal trials, magnify motherhood, contribute to communities outside their homes, or be converted to the Gospel. To an audience inside the Church, their stories support making personal choices with God’s help that often stand apart from the pressures of Mormon culture. To an audience outside the Church, their stories show the immense strength and wisdom of our people.

I hope you'll visit the site and be inspired by the richness of these women's lives. See our Get Involved page for ways you can get involved. You can also read more about the Project on the About page or in my Letter from the Editor.

Happy reading,
Neylan McBaine, Founder and Editor

Check it out! It looks so great!

28 December 2009

Two Carol Lynn Pearson Poems

I read this poem in Good-bye, I Love You:

I dim,
I dim--
I have no doubt
If someone blew
I would go out.
(115)
Later, Carol Lynn Pearson added
I did not.
I must be brighter
Than I thought.
(141)
But I can't add the same at this point. I can only stick to those first five lines.

Here's the next poem. Do I have enough faith for this? I certainly need a miracle.
It's time, Father,
For the gulls, I think.

My arms shake
From flailing my field.
I sink,
Broken as the little stalks
Beneath their devouring burden.

I yield it all to you,
Who alone can touch all things.
It's time, Father,
For the gulls.

I will be still,
And listen for their wings.
(119)
(The story of the gulls here.)

29 November 2009

Charly's Baptism

Charly

This is Charly. When I first saw him, I was playing the piano for the primary children at a harvest church activity at the end of October, and he walked in. I thought, "Wow, who is that? He must work at a bank." (Bank employees here always dress a bit nicer than the average person.)

During the course of the evening, I introduced myself to him and found out he is from Wurzburg and that he just started studying law in Leipzig (meaning he doesn't work at a bank). Somehow we got to talking about how much we love books. That made our conversation continue for about an hour and we immediately felt like we had a strong connection because we were both impressed with the authors we both knew. Later he asked if I played the piano, and just about died when the answer was yes.

After that, Charly and I saw each other a lot, meeting for food, church activities, and appointments with the sisters. When he decided to get baptized, I was elated. Then my tonsillectomy was scheduled for the week of the baptism, so Charly changed his baptism date so I could be there. I have hoped and prayed for an opportunity like this for so long. I love the Gospel so much and I want everyone to share that love.

Today was the big day. I played the piano for the program and Charly gave a testimony (okay, it was a speech), that brought question marks to some foreheads and friendly laughter to some mouths.

Here are the clean, clean, clean boy and I:

Charly and Michelle after his baptism 29. Nov. 2009

Happy first advent!

25 November 2009

Auerbachs Keller

Goethe wrote:

„Wer nach Leipzig zur Messe gereist,
Ohne auf Auerbachs Hof zu gehen,
Der schweige still, denn das beweist:
Er hat Leipzig nicht gesehn.“

a.k.a.

"He who travels to the trade markets
of Leipzig without visiting
Auerbach's Yard must hold his peace.
It proves: He has not seen Leipzig."

In other words, if you haven't been to Auerbachs Keller you haven't really seen Leipzig. As a alcohol-loving, womanizing student in Leipzig, Goethe frequented Auerbachs Keller and wrote it into Faust.

Well, I've finally been there.

This is what it looks like:


























And the food was so great I forgot to take a picture to entice you to visit. We had roasted apples, goose, potato dumplings, red cabbage . . . We scarfed all the German classics (excepting Rouladen).

Thanks, Mike.

24 November 2009

MHA Presidential Seerstone

Here is my contribution to the Mormon History Association's traveling Presidential Seerstone:














That's the Presidential Seerstone (and moi) in front of the church where Bach worked for 37 years.

30 October 2009

Autumn in Leipzig

I'm glad I spent some time in the park on the last summery day about a month ago (and check out the bike this family has):

Last summery day in Leipzig 2009


The autumn is beautiful, but I miss the warm temperatures.


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Autumn in Leipzig


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Leipzig in Autumn

Anyone care to join me for a bundled-up walk through the beauty of Leipzig?