A couple of things happened this week. No major life changes, but just happening enough to make my everyday go up a notch.
First of all, as you may have discovered if you’re following me on Twitter, I’m off on the tour around Denmark with the rock services, one of the trademarks of Brorson’s Church. I’m blogging from the tourbus, and I hope to continue to do so until we’re home safe around midnight between Wednesday and Thursday.
Looking back on this week, I can tell you that I got a response from the Roskilde Festival (you may already have seen the blog entry) – they kindly declined having me as a blogger.
On Thursday, my choir was back after the annual winter break (which is one week off sometime in February in most institutions in Denmark – except for the Universities; “Time off?! What’s that?!” We only have official holidays (Christmas, Easter, Pentecost, etc.), classes, and time for homework (“Sleep?! What’s that?! Where’s mah drink?”)). Sofie, our director, was sick and had a couple of jobs besides us this week, so she rested her voice only to give place for some checking up on where the choir was with the repetoire, letting others do the solos. We had so much fun!
On my way home, I stranded on the local station for longer than expected due to work on the railways. I couldn’t help but curse it all and was about to want to tell someone where to stuff the time I had to wait in the freezing cold – but that was when I discovered that it wasn’t actually freezing cold anymore, but fairly mild. The snow was melting, there was a sense, a smell, if you will, of spring in the air. As Safri Duo’s “Baya Baya” came on my portable music player, life couldn’t be better.
Brorson’s Church had its almost-monthly rock service on Friday night – and as a voluntary at those services, I was there. I was helping out with cooking dinner, reading prayers with one of the employees, and later on bartending.
Maybe I should explain the concept of the prayer at the rock services: You receive a piece of paper in the doorway as you arrive, and there are pens scattered around the seats. People can then write a prayer; ask God about something, say thanks, or something else. The prayers are then collected during the first song the band plays, the two individuals in charge of the prayers then collect them, sort the usable from jokes and tacky ones, and then go back in, and then, according to the plan, read them aloud, have a moment of silence before Our Lord’s Prayer is said.
That night, there were two prayers praying for loved ones who had passed on; one mentioning an uncle and a cousin who had been left without wife and mother, another mentioning a father who had passed on (recently, it seemed). Both prayers were in my pile. All the way back into the church, all the time up to actually reading the prayers, I had no idea how I would react when I stood there, due to losing my own dad five years and almost a half ago. A girl in the front row broke down in tears – and I couldn’t help but think that it was way to early to lose a parent; she was barely a teenager, barely confirmation age (Lutheran confirmation) – and I was 21 when I lost my dad. It was really moving standing up there.
So, now we’re in the tourbus, going around Denmark, visiting churches with the rock service. It’s an annual thing, my second time this year. I’m in the back of the bus, in the salon, where the TV/DVD/X-Box is.
Within an hour of taking off from the Church, we were pulled over by the police. Just routine, but we couldn’t help but joke about it; knives (the law is pretty tight on knives here in Denmark) and illegal aliens (due to the situation with the Iraqis in the Church this summer, having the Reverend in the bus – and the name of the Church written all over the sides of the bus). But the officers never came down to the back, but only checked up front. As I mentioned before, I think it was just a routine check.
Besides that, we had breakfast, a couple of the others have been playing Guitar Hero, and now we’re watching “Spark of Insanity” (Jeff Dunham – YAY!).
Hopefully, I’ll have time for some for writing a Brock-themed Music Monday entry tomorrow – but for now, it’s lunchtime (yes, we made it all the way to Vejle!). Tonight, we hit Odder Church. I’ll check back in later tonight/tomorrow!
TOT ZIENS! Have a blessed Sunday!