This morning Nathanael and I went for another run. The one footpath we took proved to be nothing more than a pair of gates at either end of a field. There wasn’t any worn down dirt path connecting the two gates. All this to say that I got stung by a stinging nettle. Prior to Nathanael pointing them out to me I had no idea what they look like. They are basically fuzzy mint with an attitude. Fortunately, by the end of the run the plant’s attitude had more or less given up its claim to my leg.
After breakfast we drove into London to see Valerie Strite. Getting into London on a Monday morning is a bit more of a challenge than getting into London on a Sunday morning.
Valerie took us by the Trinity Center (Operation Mobilization’s London headquarters). Mom, Nathanael, and I have all spent time there in Muslim evangelism training. It was fun to see the progress they are making on their building. After a PB&J lunch we headed over to the British Library.
The British Library currently has a special display of a collection of some of the very oldest manuscripts of the Torah, the New Testament, and the Koran. Obviously the British Library was very politically correct in their presentation. Still, the manuscripts were . . . were . . . what’s a good word? were fascinating, haunting, brilliant. There is something deep about seeing something that has existed since the fourth century, something that represents hours upon hours of time invested copying a text by hand in beautiful script. The entire text of a Koran belonging to a Sultan was done in gold leaf. The large shining script filled seven volumes.
The British Library also had a copy of the Magna Carta. and some of the writings of Handel, Da Vinci, Lewis Carrol, and The Beatles, (too name a few) on display. It is hard to explain what seeing a piece of paper written on by one of these people is like.
At the British Library we noticed that one of our vehicles had something of a tumor in it. There was a golf ball sized bump on the side of the front left wheel. After driving from the Library to an Arab part of London for dinner, we noticed the blister on the tire had grown. While Dad was on the phone with AA (the Brits only have double A), the tire popped. Tires popping are loud.
While waiting for triple double A to show up, we had an amazing dinner at a Lebanese restaurant. Double AA timed their arrival very nicely with the end of dinner. Dad and Judah hurried over to the car. By the time the rest of the mob finished our meandering, the whole thing was getting close to finished.
We’re now on our drive home. I’m tired. This post is done.
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