Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Cake Story

Last night was my cell group night, which is my favorite night of the week. The four of us have benefitted imeasurably from these meetings - we find the rest of the week so much less stressful than before, and we have new vitality after each meeting. I highly recommend cell groups to any Christians who live abroad.

Since last night was Diane's birthday, I thought it would be fun to surprise her with a birthday cake (Koreans make the best cakes). So, on the way to her apartment (she was hosting the meeting last night), I stopped at a bakery to pick up a cake. It is important to mention here that I was riding my bike, and that I already had a heavy purse containing my Bible and notebook (among other things), as well as the dog carrier with Jasper in it (he has a standing invitation to all cell group meetings). Now, in the mental picture that you have right now, add in a cake. Crazy? Yes.

I would like to go on record saying that carrying an overfilled purse, a dog, and a cake while riding a bicycle is a feat that should only be attempted by pros like me. Scratch that. In Korea, it should be attempted by no one. As you may recall from my comments in several other posts, Koreans drive to kill. I may as well have a target painted on my back when I'm on a bike!

Somehow, I made it to Diane's apartment with the cake, the puppy, the bike, the purse, and the Stephanie all intact (although Jasper did get a bit more jostled than usual on the ride). Beau and Michelle arrived just as I was locking my bike in the front entrance of the apartment building. As soon as Beau and I saw each other, we burst out laughing. Apparently, Beau also thought it would be nice to surprise Di with a cake! So, between four people we had two cakes!

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"