Monday, October 31, 2011

Week Four (and Final) Video!

Hey everyone,

Here's our last update video summarizing Garrett's work in Croatia. We had an amazing stay in Slavonski Brod getting to know Garret and witness his ministry there.

Week Four: Slavonski Brod Croatia from Derek Knight on Vimeo.



A quick note: now that Derek and I have returned to the States, I'll probably make a few more posts throughout winter as I process everything that we experienced along our journey. Aside from that, things will be pretty quiet here on the blog. Thanks for leaving comments of encouragement here while we we're traveling; they were one of many sources of support we received on our way though Europe. And thanks for reading and taking an interest in the work that our missionaries do! They are really incredible people and we were blessed to spend time with them, get to know them and share some about their ministries with you all!

See you all around!

Derek & Patrick

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Croatia!

Dobar dan, prijatelji!

Our time here in Slavonski Brod has been full to the brim! I'll review some of the awesome things we've gotten to do with Garret here in Croatia. Ready-set-go!


We arrived in Zagreb on an overcast Saturday with a van full of excited teens and adults, ranging from 15 to 35 years old. We had come to the capitol city to film a game between Garrett's Slavonski Brod Baseball Klub and the home team from Zagreb. "I never thought I would be able to combine my passion for baseball with an amazing outreach ministry, but here I am," said Garrett as he equipped his catcher's gear. Indeed, the opportunity was unique: what had started as a summer baseball camp for the local Slavonski Brod community had transformed into a full-fledged baseball program.

One of the kids looks awfully familiar. He finally turns around to face me and who am I to see standing clad in the blue and gold colors of Slavonski Brod but our very own Derek Knight! It turns out that one of Garrett's players had dropped out for the game; they needed nine to play. "So, which one of you plays baseball?" Garrett asked us. Derek replied that he hadn't played since high school but that he'd be willing to give it a shot. Stepping up to the plate for the first time, Derek knocks the ball between first and second base, getting onto base without a problem and setting up the score for the first run of the game.


As we entered the church, "I Will Worship" translated into Croatian was being sung. About 25 people filled the small room used for service in Slavonski Brod, most of them older men and women. Croatia, like many of its Western European neighbors, is mostly a Catholic nation. In fact, as one churchgoer put it, "To be Croat is to be Catholic and to be Catholic is to be Croat." Those attending the Baptist church plant in Slavonski Brod risk being ostracized by their peers as one who has abandoned their culture and sense of nationalism. In fact, Protestant churches are normally viewed as odd sects and are regarded with caution and skepticism. Garrett mentioned that it took a couple of years for the people of Slavonski Brod to grow to accept the church and its people as something positive in their town.


People spilled out of the small country church building, out into the cold misty air. Inside, the entire sanctuary and lobby was packed; a place meant to hold maybe 50 people accommodating at least double its normal capacity. Yet, though many were unable to even enter the church, they remained, pressed together, with a joyful demeanor. About four to five churches within a 200 kilometer radius had come together to worship and fellowship in an event that only happens at least once a year. Croatian Christians are few and far between; to be with so many more of their brethren was cause for celebration. Praise bands from each church had their chance to lead worship; pastors from each place also each gave a short homily. Afterwards, everyone enjoyed a time of feasting and fellowship, catching up with friends old and new. Together, these people represent almost a fourth of all Christians living in Croatia. They represent just the beginnings of a growing and vibrant community, one that hopes to grow greatly in coming years.


Kids packed in alongside each other at the rows of computers. Laughing and good-natured taunting rang out up and down the line. This internet cafe (or iClub as it's called there) is run by the church plant in Slavonski Brod. Their vision is to reach out to young people who regularly attend by offering Bible study and other outreach programs. It also offers a sort of safe-haven for recreation, a place where many parents feel confident about leaving their children. Judging from the amount of kids present, its clear that many opportunities for outreach are being fostered.

That's just some of what we've experienced during our time in Croatia. I'll be posting more about our time there once we've landed in the States. See you all soon!

Derek & Patrick

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Week Three Video!

Hey everyone,

Over the past week, Derek and I have been traveling across Eastern Europe. We drove across four countries to reach Croatia, making brief stops in Italy and Slovakia. In this video, we talk about some common struggles we've encountered in many of the European countries that we've visited as well as our run-in with the Croatian border patrol.

Thanks so much for all your support over the past few weeks. Your notes of encouragement and prayers have meant a lot to us; we enter the home stretch looking to finish our work here well.

Derek & Patrick

Week Three: Into Eastern Europe from Derek Knight on Vimeo.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Our Final Destination (+ Shots from Nimes and Avignon)

"I am sorry. It is impossible for you to enter the country without your vehicle documents. There is nothing I can do."

The Croatian border guard handed us back our papers and shrugged. We couldn't believe our ears: in order for us to enter their country, we had to provide the original vehicle registration for our rental, which resided back in Barcelona at the rental agency. Our copy had proved unsatisfactory; only the real article would do. Would they really send us back to Hungary and deny us passage into Croatia? What were we going to do? Would we have to leave our car behind and find another way to transport ourselves and our gear across the border? What if something happened to it while it sat in Hungary for six days? Would we have to find a place to stay in Hungary until our contact could come to pick us up?

These thoughts and more raced through our minds. I searched the car frantically for any other documents that might prove useful while Derek called our friend in Croatia to alert him of the situation. While I searched, I prayed, "God, please allow these guards to show mercy on us and let us through. You've led us this far, please show us a way to continue!" After some more searching and talking with Garrett over the next hour, we again pleaded our case with the border patrol. In the middle of our supplication, the guard spoke:

"Okay, I let you through. You can go. But remember, I didn't see you."

Relief flooded our minds and bodies. We were going to make it! Then, suddenly, our French cellphone made a noise. Bleep-bleep-bleep. We had received a text from Garrett; he was going to come to Hungary to pick us up! I typed back a quick response, "We have crossed the border; we'll meet you as planned." Send. "Message cannot be sent. Insufficient funds." Our prepaid phone had finally run dry at the most inopportune of moments. Panic once again began to seep in. We had to find some sort of phone to call him or we would miss him on the road! We stopped at the nearest place we could find. As we were out in the middle of nowhere, our options were limited. We managed to find a small restaurant attached to an even smaller grocery store. We tried the payphone; it gave no response. We ran inside the market and asked for a phone card. Blank stares from behind the counter. Finally, the only other patron present - a tall lanky guy with thickly gelled hair - responded, "I learn some English in Germany, what you need?"

After working with our new friend's limited English and working through some misunderstood questions, he was willing to let us use his Croatian phone to make the call. We ended up reaching our contact just as he was refueling in preparation to make the long drive to Hungary to pick us up (as he didn't know we were finally able to pass the border). Talk about timing! We continued the rest of our drive and safely made it to our next and final destination on our trip: Slavonski Brod, Croatia. We're excited to work with Garrett this week as we witness, film and help with his ministry here in Eastern Europe!

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Since we've been on the road, there are many pictures of our trip to Nîmes and Avignon that I've neglected to post thus far! Derek's company, The Great Courses, offered to support our trip if we would collect footage from a few places along our route through Europe. A few of these locations included the Cathedral and Colosseum (including real gladiator fights!) at Nîmes and the great aqueduct and Papal Palace at Avignon. Below are excerpts from the fruit of our labors in those places; it was truly amazing to have the opportunity to film in these locations:


The coliseum at Nîmes, allegedly one of the best preserved in the world.


The gladiator reenactors go at it. They weren't holding too much back!


The light, nimble challenger sizes up his heavily armored foe.


This matador statue...its taunting...I just...can't...STAND IT ANYMORE! YAAARRGH!


This temple, called Maison Carrée, was dedicated to the sons of Caesar Augustus back in 2 AD.


Rockin' the DC Ultimallers jersey in front of the Roman temple. The Pink gets around!


The spectacular aqueduct at Pont du Gard, built during the emperor Claudius's reign.


Atop the nearby mountain overlooking the aqueduct. We raced up this mountain to get shots before the sun set too low!


Derek is obviously quite excited about the Papal Palace in Avignon. It was pretty impressive, after all.

That's it for now! We'll be updating throughout our time here in Croatia over the next six days. Praise God again for his provision that we've arrived safely, despite some roadblocks along the way!

Derek & Patrick

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Week Two Video!

Hey all,

Here's our wrap up video from our week in Montpellier! Over the next couple of days we'll be traveling to Eastern Europe, so things may fall quiet around here for a bit. So, without further ado, here's the short!

Derek & Patrick

Week Two: Montpellier France from Derek Knight on Vimeo.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Sud de la France! Allons-y!

Hello again!


We've had the opportunity to accompany Valerie to many different locations that demonstrate both her work in her ministry in France and the culture of the people to whom she ministers. I'd like to step through some of our experiences with you all, accompanying each synopsis with a photo example. Here we go!


"Bonjour!" We were greeted by a short, kind-faced man at the gates of a ranch-style home. He introduced himself as Andre ("In English, I am Andrew!") and quickly showed us inside. Soon we met his wife Marinette, who welcomed us warmly and said (in French), "Make yourself at home!" A steady trickle of locals filed into the house over the next half-hour and took their places around a great, long dinner table, Bibles in hand. Most of those in attendance were made up of retirees or stay-at-home mothers as it was only 2:30 in the afternoon. Valerie took her spot at the head of the table and opened the meeting in prayer. Afterwards, everyone turned to the passage in Acts being studied and, in turn, began to read the passage aloud in French. Throughout the reading, Valerie would pose questions to the group to prompt discussion about aspects of the passage. Though I speak little French, I could tell the conversation was genuine, focused and deep. Around 4, the group ceased their study and prayed earnestly for one another before leaving.


Large wooden doors swing open with a creak. Inside, all is dark; we must carefully grope our way to a light switch. Once the room is illuminated, we see that its modern interior belies its ancient stone facade. The English class takes place in a Reformed Protestant church which seems to be more geared to drawing in people near my age bracket (mid-late 20s). Teaching begins in a small Sunday School room at the back of the church. The students themselves range widely in age and background, but they share one thing in common: a desire and willingness to learn. Today, Valerie is teaching her students location modifiers, so they run through different drills and exercises ("The bank is next to the bakery", "Freda is sitting next to Jacques"). If one student stumbles in their speech, the others step in to help them understand. Oftentimes, someone makes a joke in French and laughter fills the room. It's obvious these people have grown to care for one another and for Valerie. As they leave for the evening, they issue a chorus in English of "Good night!" Valerie smiles.


The city streets overflow with people. I hear at least four distinct languages being spoken within earshot: French, German, Italian and British English. Large booths have been set up in the middle of the square where vendors peddle their wares. Along the perimeter of the square, the cafes and restaurants nearby are teeming with visitors, all talking, eating, laughing, living. The surrounding architecture adds to the liveliness of the people; ornate stone and marble statues look down on the citizens below. Amongst these people, Valerie has told us, only 1% of them are Christ followers. One in one-hundred souls going about their lives in this magnificent place would count Christ as their Savior and Lord. Such magnificence indeed masks a greater spiritual darkness.


Twin spires twist upwards to meet a clear azure sky. The gargoyles set on the walls above survey their ward with old, menacing eyes as they have for centuries. Cathedrals such as Cathédrale Saint-Pierre are commonplace in Europe, but no less spectacular. They are a constant reminder of Catholic influence in these lands, for better or for worse. In more recent generations, Valerie noted, such landmarks are regarded more as historical relics than spiritual centers. For the young, they are simply another part of France's celebrated and storied past now.


The large, intricate Porte du Peyrou pictured above pays homage to King Louis XIV and some of his most well known achievements during his rule. Rendered in Roman style, the arch tells the tale of the king's conquests of the Dutch and the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes, which allowed persecution of Protestants by the Catholic church. Adorned by the French flag, this edifice reinforces both Roman and Catholic influences in France. It also stands as a reminder that Protestants and their ilk have long been unwelcome in France. Though they are no longer hunted in the streets and burned as heretics, the small number of Protestants churches of any kind is noticeable in Montpellier. The French church that Valerie works with is one of just a handful of Protestant churches in Southern France.


The Mediterranean coast is a large draw for many that travel to Montpellier. Many French make it their vacation spot of choice, as do many other Europeans. As a side-effect of the beach community, things tend to be more laid back in Montpellier than some other locations in France. It's not uncommon to see folks strolling around town in their beach gear. Beach-goers enjoy a variety of activities: swimming, sun-bathing, fishing on the rocks, juggling a soccer ball. The proximity to the ocean also heavily influences the local cuisine, with fish and mussels being a common find on most menus.

This ends our tour through the past several days filming in Montpellier with Valerie. I hope to post about our trip out to Nimes and Avignon soon, so stay tuned!

Derek and Patrick

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Adios Spain! Bonjour France!

Bonjour!

So, its been a whirlwind of a few days since we arrived in Montpellier on Monday. Internet access here has been a bit more spotty so my blog posts may not be as consistent as they have been. Anyhow, on to the update!

We left the Wells' villa in Spain at the crack of dawn on Monday. Even though they were quite tired, Lauren and Terri got up and fixed us breakfast and coffee before we left. People such as these are quite rare in the world; their loving care, unselfish acts and hospitality given to us was truly a blessing. Thanks Wells family! Afterwards, we packed our Clio, said our goodbyes, jumped in the car and plotted a course for France. It only took us about two and a half hours (which would have proceeded quicker if we knew how to say ATM in Spanish. Maquina de Banking Automatic? Maquina de dinero?)


We arrived in Montpellier that morning and met Valerie, who ministers to the French community there. That afternoon, we had the opportunity to sit in on (and film) a home Bible study that she facilitates as well as an ESL course that she teaches to several natives of Montpellier. We enjoyed a delicious dinner that evening on la Place de la Comédie while Valerie taught us some quick French phrases and how their usage reflects some aspects of French culture.


There is a reason, Valerie said, that French was long the language of choice for European diplomats. It is naturally predisposed to taking a polite and courteous stance. For instance, whenever entering any store/food establishment it is customary to give an audible "Bonjour!", even if no one is visible. The same goes with leaving such a place; an "Au revoir!" is expected. Also, when approaching someone for assistance, your introduction goes a little something like this: "Hello! Excuse me, I hope I'm not bothering you, but I seem to have a small problem..." Your fellow conversant is now ready and willing to hear about your "small" problem, whatever it may be. Derek and I have found the French people to be quite friendly and accommodating, despite our very obvious lack of French skills and elementary knowledge of their customs. They have definitely defied the American stereotype of French culture: that if you do not speak French, they will not give you the time of day. Or that they hate Americans or all things American (the proliferation of American dance music shatters that one).


One stereotype that I've been glad to have reinforced is the quality of French baked goods. Bakeries here are absolutely amazing! There are all forms of tantalizing pastries, crepes, rolls, quiches, and breads that it's almost overwhelming. I've had the opportunity to stop at a few for breakfast this week and have chosen something at random each time. And every time, it's never failed to be melt-in-your-mouth delicious. So far I've had some croissants, a chausson aux citron, macarons(!!!) and a couple of different quiches. So good. I should really get some pictures of these confections next time I grab breakfast!



Over the past few days, Derek and I have been very busy filming and traveling around Montpellier with Valerie. So much has happened, much more than will fit into this update. I'll go over some of the highlights of out French travels in a subsequent post. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers, we look forward to sharing more with you all soon!

Adieu,

Derek and Patrick