Our Sabbath ( Saturday) Church in Lübeck.
In this half of this post, we will look at the Seventh Day Adventist church in Lübeck. The building , the people, and the message with a shared lunch afterwards.
I took no pictures, and I allowed the experience to hold me with no interruptions. I will break each section with photos of the community garden in Lübeck city which is not part of our church, although the large arrangement next to the pulpit were church grown flowers which were noticed in the garden as I came in.
The building
It is not often that the architect of a building is sitting behind one. He was a wirey grey haired man in a suit with white shirt black cuffs. An artistic sort. He was pointed out to me when I asked about this very useful, well proportioned place of worship, togetherness, and warmth. A lady who had spent a year in America and spoke fluent English was a sensitive guide throughout the service. Her husband, as a teenager, 40 years ago with the men and women of the church, had put brick upon brick. It was their skills and labour that had made this place of respect for God.
The people
We signed a visitors book and were welcomed by name from the pulpit. Our Bible study wasn’t fully translated, but texts were given in English, and our contribution was translated. It was a day of communion. We washed each others feet a humbling task to wash a traveller’s feet. After bread and grape juice, we formed a large circle holding hands and sang the Lord’s prayer. Unusual for us but profound to look into the faces of the older generation who had built their church.
The message
In short, who would you choose. Barabbas or Jesus. The crowd was given an incorrect view of Jesus by those who were jealous. The people were swayed. Jesus was killed.
Each day, we are asked to make decisions. Are we swayed by the crowd, or do we look at the facts.
Sunday morning inWildeshausen
Wildeshausen was documented in 851. It received city rights in 1270, and the Alexanderkirche dates from this time.
Let us look at this church and then the town, a silent place of respect for Sunday.
This is a tributary.
A clean, quiet Sunday town.
It has been warm, and the cut grass will be gathered soon, I am sure.
We are travelling slowly but surely home. The sun is warm and pleasant in Germany, with many areas left for wild flowers to bloom. There are large patches of pinks, yellows, and white amongst the seeding grass.
Our Earth.
Take care,
Sandy 🙂
Here are two thoughts about information:
Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.
Gertrude Stein
Where is the life we have lost living? Where is the wisdom we lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T.S.Eliot
Safe travels! You have seen a lot and visiting all the Scandinavian countries. I enjoyed the journey with you very much. Thanks for sharing Sandy🙏
Thank you, dear friend. It was a pleasure to share, glad you “came with us.” Looking forward to home.
Just beautiful. Wish I could have been there too. Belonging to the family of God is amazing.
(I remember one Sabbath long ago sitting in Helderberg church with someone from another family, while you were at Newbold with another member of the same family, and Mom and Dad were in PE with yet another member of that family. All at the same time (you were just one hour behind).
Thank you for remembering. The family of God is a blessing.