Today I got my 1st German haircut. It was the first time Diane and I have
been really separated. She stayed at home to finish some much needed
projects. Walking the whole way to the
barber, I was in an adrenalin rush. I
was all by myself. There was no one to
support me if I needed to communicate in German. On the way there, I made all these plans to
speak German to the barber. However,
when I got there, everything came out in single words and short phrases. The barber, a young woman, knew very little
English and there I was knowing very little German. Fortunately, I knew enough to say key words
to get the hair cut I needed. Using my hands to communicate helped, also. Overall, I think I did pretty well.
This past weekend, Diane and I went to Hanau, Germany to listen to a free organ concert at a church there. The church is called the Walloon-Niederländische Church. It has an interesting history. It was built in the early 1700s. One building housed two separate churches. The smaller side belonged to the Dutch Reformed Church and the other portion belonged to the Walloon Church, a protestant church originating from French-speaking refugees from southern Netherlands and France. On March 19th, a British air strike destroyed nearly everything in the town of Hanau. This was just 10 days before American troops entered the town and the war came to an end. The Dutch Reformed Church rebuilt their side and the other side was left with only the external walls standing.
Sis. van Hoff and the woman at the Hanau Market |
We are getting more involved in the work. Last Sunday a new Ward Mission Leader was called. He was out of town this whole week, so we haven’t met him yet. The missionaries asked to have Missionary Coordination meeting with Diane and me. What a privilege that was. I took careful notes and asked a lot of questions. Later I emailed the information to the new Ward Mission Leader. The elders have asked us to help them teach one of their investigators tonight. It really feels good to get involved with the work.
Let’s see. We’ve been here for about 6 weeks now. You’d think we would know our way around. Well, one area that has proven to be a struggle for us is using the phone system. It seems if you use a land line you dial different beginning numbers than when you use a cell phone. Sometimes you dial two “0”s, and sometimes three. Sometimes you don’t use them at all and sometimes you add one. And, there seems to be no standard length for phone numbers. Very confusing.
So, let me tell you about the other evening. We were in the kitchen getting dinner ready. All of the a sudden we heard a ring. My immediate reaction was to answer the phone. I walked into the room, picked up the phone, and said, “Hello?” There was no one on the other end. I thought it had been a wrong number and they had hung up early.
I returned to the kitchen only to hear the ring again. Again, I tried the phone but there was no one there. Then I remembered that people have to ring us from outside the building if they want in. I picked up the door phone and asked, “Who is there?” Again silence. “This is really odd”, I said to Diane. I returned to the kitchen. Then there came this knocking at our door. It wasn’t the phone, it wasn’t the outside door phone, it was the doorbell -- and it was a senior missionary who lives in our building. He had been ringing our door bell from the hall. How embarrassing.