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Life’s Sojourn

November 5, 2006 by Matt

“But that was only part of it. In truth I was a little scared, and preoccupied about where we’d go from here. For I had asked this of Dad the previous night, asked it straight out: Where do we go from August’s? He didn’t know. We’d simply go forth, he said, like the children of Israel when they packed up and cameled out of Egypt. He meant to encourage me. Juts like us, the Israelites hadn’t any idea where they’d end up! Just like us, they were traveling by faith! Indeed, it did impart a thrill, yet the trip thus far, in the frigid and torpid Plymouth, had reminded me what a hard time the chosen people actually had of it. Once traveling, it’s remarkable how quickly faith erodes. It starts to look like something else — ignorance, for example. Same thing happened to the Israelites. Sure it’s weak, but sometimes you’d rather just have a map.”

– Leif Enger, “Peace Like a River“

I find I can quite easily relate to this paragraph of prose, and maybe you can to.

“Once traveling, it’s remarkable how quickly faith erodes. It starts to look like something else — ignorance, for example.”

Or stupidity, or naivety… How foolish faith makes me look sometimes. How easy it is to say that I am wasting my costly education on the mission field, or, more broadly, my life. How easy it is to see faith as passive and callow instead of active and discerning.

“Sure it’s weak, but sometimes I’d rather just have a map.”

Or a paycheck, or a girlfriend…It’s easy to dwell on what I don’t have and worry about how I’m going to arrive at these things.

It’s better, though, to trust.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: deep thoughts, my life

It’s The Great Potato, Charlie Brown

November 3, 2006 by Matt

Getting Yummies Enjoying Her Loot

A couple of leopard-spotted children accompanied the Morrisseys on a trick or treating run last Monday night. Pictured is little Rebecca getting treats from me and my roommate John. Later she is still enjoying her bounty. What might that bounty include, you ask?

  • Some chocolate flavored cereal
  • A big orange balloon (inflated by yours truly)
  • A small potato(visible just above the balloon in the second picture)

I could maybe try and explain why we gave a potato to a trick or treating toddler, but it’s probably better that you think of your own reasons.


Also, the next day I went to a Halloween party dressed as “Matt Klein on New Year’s Eve.” This costume is probably best imagined than pictured or explained and was truly funny to maybe 3 people, but I enjoyed it none the less.

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Paint Dry Sports

August 22, 2006 by Matt

Paint Dry Sport (n) – Any sport that is about as exciting to watch as paint drying.

Almost two weeks ago I had just gotten home from the airport and was trying to stay up late enough to dull the effects of jet lag. My roommate had to go out to give a tour to the new staff in the early afternoon, so I flipped on the TV to see if I could find something exciting enough to keep me awake.

One of the channels we get in English here is British Eurosport, which is also commonly referred to as Paint Dry Sports Channel.

When I first flipped it on, they were broadcasting a ski jumping competition. And no, this wasn’t a rerun from December. It was live. And they weren’t jumping on a snow-covered peak, they were landing on something resembling AstroTurf. Now maybe I’m just narrow-minded, but winter sports have a clearly defined season…It’s called winter. I realize that ski jumping is one of the few sports that Austrians are actually good at, but seriously…

I waited out the ski jumping and was rewarded with…wait for it…wait for it…race walking. Now you should know that I number among those who consider it a travesty race walking is considered a competitive sport by anyone. It ranks right up there with synchronized diving and rhythmic gymnastics as sports people should not have won Olympic medals for. I mean the very term “Race Walking” is an oxymoron. It’s not a race if you’re walking! Race walking is what 3rd graders do when you tell them not to run in the hall. You should not get a medal for that. Ever. And even if you are misguided enough to give people medals for walking fast, you should never, ever show these “competitions” on tv. I would seriously rather watch sprinters warm up for the 200 meter dash. Guess what’s on next?

*Sigh* I miss ESPN.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: humor, my life

Summer Recap and Back to Work

August 19, 2006 by Matt

I arrived back in Vienna on August 9th, narrowly and thankfully avoiding the whole British liquid explosive situation. The summer was good, but busy, taking me across the Atlantic four times.

I thoroughly enjoyed seeing many friends and my family during the brief periods I was back in the US, including my little brother’s wedding. In between my time in the US I spent a month in Plymouth, England (about 4 hours WSW of London) starting in on a Master’s degree in Educational Technology. I really enjoyed year one of the program and met some really great people along the way. Afterwards I was able to enjoy a little downtime at my parent’s home in Florida before heading back to Austria.

I spent my first week back in the deathgrip of jetlag, tossing and turning through many sleepless nights, trying to grasp my current time zone. After two weeks, I think I’ve caught up on enough of my sleep to function properly, so that’s good.

I’ve also enjoyed getting to know some of the new staff at school this year. They all seem like really great people who bring a lot to the table and I’m looking forward to getting to know them more as the year progresses. It’s always amazing to see how God blesses VCS through the people he brings here.

It’s hard to believe that school starts up again on Thursday. There’s still a lot to do before then, so please keep me in your prayers.

Filed Under: VCS Tagged With: my life

MacDill FCU: Not a Real Bank

August 4, 2006 by Matt

On my list of things to do today was to deposit some extra pounds into my bank account. No, not those pounds…British Pounds. It’s money. So I wait patiently in line and finally get to the counter and ask to change my British money to American money and deposit it in my account.

The teller looked at the colorful money and said, “We don’t do that here.” I gave her a puzzled look which prompted her to ask the teller next to her, who confirmed that they did not, in fact, change foreign currency.

My teller then told me that I needed to go to bank to make my transaction.

I said, “This isn’t a bank?”

“No sir, this is a Credit Union. You’ll have to go to a real bank to change currency.”

“A real bank?”, I asked, still not convinced that I wasn’t standing in one.

“Yes, a real bank. You know, like Wachovia or Bank of America. This is a credit union. We can’t do that type of thing here.”

So apparently dealing with foreign currency is a pretty big deal around here…One advantage to Austrian banks is that you can walk into pretty much any of them and trade currency. That might actually be the only good thing about Austrian banks, which are open daily from 8:00-3:00, taking an hour and a half lunch break. That’s right, the banks are closed at any and every moment you aren’t working. Thursdays they stay open late…til 5:00. Weekend hours? You must be joking.

I suppose I can’t complain too much, though, since the $5 I needed to open my credit union account is the minimum balance I have to keep in there.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: humor, my life

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