Some friends of ours live on a dairy farm in County Wexford, Ireland. It's been in the family since 1713, which I think is very cool. In the picture below, Gerald is moving his herd toward the barn for milking around 4:00 pm on a Sunday afternoon (you cannot be a strict Sabbatarian and a dairy farmer). We're now aboard the ferry from Ireland to Wales. Upon arrival in Fishguard, our train will take us home to Pontypridd. It's been a very refreshing and restful week, with lots of good fellowship and many new Christian friends (more about that in another post).
The sun and the clouds struggled with one another all day for supremacy.
This past Saturday afternoon and evening, I spent nearly five hours at a music festival with 10,000 other people, most of them under the age of 25, who reminded me of monochrome mannequins walking amidst the brilliant colors of Spring in South Wales. Everything was blackâ€”nail polish, earrings, lipstick, t-shirts, and even the music/lyrics were blackâ€”punctuated with chrome piercings of every description and location, plus an occasional, irreverent streak of flourescent pink or purple in the hair. Continue reading