Day #3 Pagans and Puritans

Ever on the road. Just one of many stops and starts.

The megalith builders pre-historic record, left at places the Dutch call hunebeds, a museum where many of us first confronted the possibility that once upon a time we too were an indiginous people. And, of course, pagan.

Then on to Ulrum, where we stood and sang and even prayed in a 15th century church where, once upon a time, the afscheiding began, the secession of 1834 in Dutch church history, a place few of us will ever forget. Robust singing with Leen on the ancient organ.

A few free hours in the city of Groningen, where more than a few had croquetten--let me phrase that differently, "where a few had more croquetten than they should have."

And this--frescoes showing up hundreds of years after the Reformation, when the Puritans painted them over rather than have to subject themselves to what they assumed was sinful violation of the command to hold up no graven image, no image, etc.

Here and there throughout the day, some gorgeous flowers on the way.

And we lost a couple of friends, who had some medical problems and couldn't continue. We'll miss them greatly for their spirit, their inquisitive natures, and the joy they brought to us all.