We attended two church services while we were in Germany, but I’m having trouble remembering the exact details of when and where they were. One service was in German, in a large, old church building. Since I didn’t understand a word of the sermon, I didn’t feel guilty about not getting much out of it. The hymns were pretty, but I didn’t sing along since I had no idea what I’d be singing if I did.
The other service was a worship meeting at a church that had a lot of visitors from other countries. It was much less formal, but it was in English. We sang worship songs and heard a couple of personal testimonies; there wasn’t really a message– it was actually more of an announcement of how they weren’t going to meet at the same time anymore.
Some other random memories of exploring Berlin:
— There were big, colorful painted statues of bears all over the place. Based on a Web search I just did, the bear statue custom has since spread to many cities around the world, but it apparently all started that very summer, 2001 in Berlin.
— I really like drinking soda (or pop; whichever word you prefer), so I thought it would be a bit tough to get used to drink refills not being free at restaurants in Europe like they are in the United States. (Really! In the U.S., you can just go back and refill your cup of soda by yourself in a lot of place!)
But I survived somehow. ; ) Actually, I discovered a new favorite soda thanks to my trip to Europe: Fanta. There was a grapefruit or other citrus-flavored variety that I tried in France, and then in Germany, I discovered orange Fanta, and it ended up supplanting orange Crush on my list of favorites. I was surprised when I came home and found that they had sold Fanta in the U.S. too all along.
— We visited a department store, with multiple floors and everything! These seem to be pretty much gone in the U.S., replaced by miniature versions in malls. I found a computer with Internet access and used it to check on how the Pittsburgh Steelers were doing in their season opener. They were losing 21-3 in the second half to Jacksonville.
— German is cool because it has an extra letter that English doesn’t have, the eszett: ß. It’s basically a double S. The place I saw it the most was on road signs, because the German word for “street” is straße (strasse).
The eszett on these signs looked a lot like the letters “fs” combined into one symbol, and I realized where the letter had come from. English used to have two ways to write the lowercase letter “s.” The most common way made it look a lot like a lowercase “f.” The short “s” was only used if it came at the end of a word, or if it immediately followed another “s.” So, for instance, on the Bill of Rights, the end of the word “Congress” looks like this:
Does that look familiar? If you merge the two letters together, you get the eszett from the Berlin street signs. If you smooth the letter out so it can be written quickly, you get the more common ß.
I know this is probably stuff that everyone in Germany learns in preschool, but it was fun to figure out, at least for me.
— Sadly, the only German words I really retained from my trip were the basic numbers. I learned them when I was playing a fun card game with my classmates. It was like Uno, in that the object was to get rid of all of your cards. But we kept adding rules to it until it was almost impossible to keep track of them all, and every time someone was caught breaking a rule, they had to draw more cards as a penalty. One of our rules was to say the value of the card in German.
We visited two Berlin museums, the Egyptian Museum of Berlin and the Pergamon Museum. There were a lot of incredible and beautiful artifacts; I ended up taking a lot of pictures (not the one shown here; this is one I just found with a Google image search).
The most amazing thing was the Ishtar Gate, which was built in about 575 BC in Babylon under the rule of King Nebuchadnezzar. It is almost 50 feet high, made of bricks that are glazed blue and gold. In the wall are raised images of lions and dragons. “Daniel walked through this gate,” said Dr. B. with a little tremor in his voice. The prophet Daniel was led captive from Jerusalem when he was a teenager to serve in the king’s court and spent the rest of his life in a foreign land.
Seeing the impressiveness of the gate made me think about the bravery of Daniel and his friends to trust in the power of the God they could not see rather than the power of the king, which was on display all around them every day in Babylon. They remained faithful, even when threatened with death, and even when faced with the passage of many years far from home.