Pascal

Blaise Pascal. French mathematician, scientist, philosopher, theologian (in that order, I think). In 39 short years, dude managed to accomplish quite a bit. Ever been through basic trigonometry class and remember Pascal's Triangle? Like betting your soul and quoting Pascal's Wager? How about physics class... can you quantify SI derived units of pressure without the Pascal? Nope. Old-school programmers are familiar with Pascal, the programming language. Can a young student of hydrostatics pass first year without a basic understanding of Pascal's Law? It's absolutely necessary. Impressed so far? Me too. And it continues: contributions to probability theory, important author of the Frech Classical Period, and he said this:

"Il y a un vide en forme de Dieu dans le cœur de tout homme, un vide qu’aucune chose créée ne peut remplir sinon Dieu, le Créateur, manifesté en Jésus-Christ."

Streets of France

Driving home from a young friend's birthday party today, I noticed something as our road came off of the winding hillside path and entered into our very French quarter of the city: France has pretty streets. Interesting routes too. Old roads that follow ancient walls and castles on hills, city streets that were built for people on foot and horse carriages but now accept tiny European cars, tightly squeezing by one another. Buildings and trees often border roads not at a distance, but close enough to touch out the window. Trees often overhang and form canopies. So here's some photos. Streets. Buildings. Beaches. Stuff we've seen in the past month. A picture of where we are and where we've been:

Worship Music, Culture, and Performance

In case you're an American Christian living outside the US like me, or generally have your head in a hole or shielded from the North American "Christian culture" (euck, I even get a bad taste in my mouth typing those two words together), this should catch you up:

Where Rock Stars Go to Die

A well-written and fun article on worship, culture, and performance.

Up in the Trees

Trees are great places to gain perspective. I've always loved trees for that reason. They can be crazy old, super tall, and often scraggly and intricate, homes to hundreds. Rainforests fascinate me, but I'd be a little terrified to go into 'em. I like Planet Earth's DVD depiction. Whenever I spend time up in a tree, I come away with new perspectives on life. Trees bear fruit too, which is pretty great. And fruit trees often seem to be some of the best to climb. I always loved picking oranges and grapefruit at my grandparents' house in Florida. Grabbing mangoes in Zambia was a lot of fun too, until a falling fruit gave me a black eye. Then I saw the Tim Burton-esque Baobab trees in central Tanzania and felt again like a kid, tiny against their mammoth trunks. I hope to one day walk through the land of giants in the redwood forests of California.

Because of this curious interest in trees, I was quite pleased to discover that throughout the provence region of France, ropes courses in the trees abound. Along with the other Americans that work in our association, we took to the trees last week. The champion of the afternoon was Sawyer, whose intensity and ability went way beyond his couple years of age. Photo and Video logged below.

Intense. And Ready.
First element. Might as well have been a sidewalk.
Mama way up in the trees.

Walkin the wire. No concept of the possibility to fall.
Our buddy Ryan, getting primal in the trees.

After tearing through the kiddie course, Sawyer headed straight for one of the adult ones. Why not?
Don't you dare tell me I'm too small!
Elsie watching, proud of her family and friends.

Another great moment in this day came when one of our new interns got stuck in the trees (she was really an all-star, had taken on the hardest courses and conquered all day long, just ran out of steam in a tough spot). She yelled for help and a rescue worker came running, and climbing. He impressed us by zipping up a zipline, then crossed trails and traversed wires in seconds that had taken us lifetimes. All the while she was proclaiming her love and gathering a small crowd of onlookers. He arrived and helped to get her back on track and to the next step. I stood about 10 feet away, 80 feet up in the air, hugging a tree and making jokes. That's chivalry.