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Travel: Trondheim 2

A beautiful day for walking around the city. It started off in an12th century church, made a deviation into some level of hell, and came out the other side with a delicious espresso.

Vår Frue Kirke (The Church of Our Lady) is only a block from the hotel and is one of the oldest buildings in Trondheim, with parts of the building dating back to the 12th century. It now functions as a church, but also community outreach center for the poor. It is sponsored by the Cathedral.

I saw some pictures of the next stop, about a half mile further, and decided it might be interesting.

Oh.

My.

Goodness!

It was worth the trip to Trondheim. The Salamandernatten (The Salamander Night).

The Salamander Night is an art installation made by Trondheim artist Kjell Erik Killi Olsen for Sao Paulo’s biennial anniversary in Brazil in 1989. The installation is comprised of 72 sculptures, all of which are more than 3 metres high (about 10 feet). The Salamander Night was presented as a gift to Trondheim municipality by the artist in 2007. This wonderful piece of art may be seen in the premises of the bank “Sparebank1 Midt-Norge” in Sendre gate.

The light is quite low, so those pictures that are bright are adjusted or I used a flash so that you could see the sculptures.

Made a short video for your viewing pleasure. The sounds are from the cafe above, but they do add a bit of ambiance.

Fortunately, there were other exhibits in the same location that weren’t as freaky (sarcasm alert).

The 12th century church ruins are the remains of a Romanesque stone church. The church had an underground crypt, a very rare element in Nordic churches. Such crypts have normally had a cultic function in connection with saint worship and functioned as a place of pilgrimage.

As luck would have it, they kept the “saint” around.

And they gave him/her a few companions.

Nevermore… moving on to a happier little bird in another exhibit. I loved the shadows. It is part of the series Twelve Stories by Nils Aas.

After all that, I moved outdoors and crossed the Blomsterbrua (Flower Bridge) and entered Solsiden (The Sunny Side), the trendy happening section of town that is next to the harbor.

It was quiet this morning, and after a bit I stopped for an espresso (perhaps the best I’ve ever had, and that’s saying something because I’ve had plenty.) A little place called Dromedar Kaffebar.

I bought some beans to bring home and hope to find out how to order more.

On the way back to the hotel, I found the second bridge that I was looking for (had no idea I was interested in bridges.)

Gamle Bybro (The Old Town Bridge) was first built on this site in 1681, at the same time as Kristiansten Fortress was constructed. A sentry and excise house stood at either end of the bridge. The excise house on the western side is still standing and is used as a kindergarten. The bridge and gates as they now stand were built in 1861.

From the center of the bridge is the quintessential Norwegian photo op.

On the way back, I passed through the square and said, “Hello,” to Olaf. He holds up the dove (peace), but also carries a sword. I suppose he is saying, “It’s your call.”

This is likely my last travel post for a while. I’ve got some other writing that I want to work on… I had started a dystopian novel, but Miss Avery (I hope she lives through this one) insisted that I write of Dean Anthony’s most recent adventure. Will there be a murder? Where? Who done it? Working title: The Forty-Seventh Wife. It’ll probably stick.

And, for the record, I’ll be looking over my shoulder for a while.

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Journal Prompt: Week Eight

Please comment below. When I return, we’ll combine some of your journal entries with mine and produce a printed journal of our adventure.

WEEK EIGHT PROMPT

St. Irenaeus writes, “For the glory of God is a living man; and the life of man consists in beholding God.” The glory you have isGod and is of God. Without Him, you are……. nothing. You may claim worldly glory, but that is less than dirty rags. (cf. Isaiah 64.6) How will you reflect God’s glory.

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Travel: Trondheim 1

Some days you go to church, other days are something of a conversion experience. Today was the latter. My seat for the Mass (although they don’t call it that here.)

There were two stations to receive Communion. One on the floor, standing, and you intincted. The other was at the high altar… each person receives a small silver chalice. You go and kneel at the altar, the priest places the host in your hands, you eat, then, the deacon comes and pours a small amount of white wine in your personal chalice. If you have to guess as to which way I went, you don’t know me very well. The choir—about 40 members—were singing something, I was receiving, and… they got it right. Beautiful. Again, all in Norwegian and I didn’t understand a word, but I did know the flow. In addition, the entire service was printed in the bulletin, so I could follow along. Lovely. The choir—I’m guessing paid—was amazing.

Following the service, I went for a coffee and a cookie, then began looking around. The first is a view from the back, the second, a view from the front.

Yes. It is startling in every aspect. A few more views from different angles throughout.

Baptismal font.
The high altar.
Looking up at the crossing.
Rose window and organ pipes.

I then went up. 172 steps up a very narrow, claustrophobia inducing spiral staircase and you reach the top. Spectacular. I forgot to take a picture of the staircase, so stole one from the internet. The views were amazing.

This is “perhaps” the tomb of St. Olaf. During the reformation, much was removed, so there is no certainty as to which tomb is his. Silly Lutherans. Historians will tell us that Olaf was no real saint, but don’t say that too loudly amongst these people.

A chapel in the undercroft.

I’ve just begun reading The Kingsbridge Series (Pillars of the Earth is book 3.) I thought of it when I came across this series of models, showing the evolution of the cathedral.

I also had the opportunity to see the crown jewels of Norway. You are not allowed to take pictures, so I borrowed these from the web. What I was able to see were the real thing.

There is just entirely too much to show here. I spent about six hours in the cathedral and museums and didn’t even begin to touch on it all. I hope to show more pictures later.

My attempt at artistic photography.

Now we see in a mirror dimly. There is only one who is seen clearly. One who is True. One who is Life.

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Stations of the Cross

National Cathedral in Trondheim, Norway

You have to study them, but I found them absolutely fascinating.

Häkon Bleken’s Crossroads series
in Nidaros Cathedral. The Stations of the Cross is a series of pictures about the story of Jesus’ suffering and was originally created for St. Olav Cathedral in 1975.

I. Jesus Condemned to death

II. Jesus is made to carry His cross

III. Jesus falls the first time

IV. Jesus meets His sorrowful mother

V. Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus to carry His cross

VI. Veronica wipes the face of Jesus

VII. Jesus falls the second time

VIII. The women of Jerusalem weep over Jesus

IX. Jesus falls the third time

X. Jesus is stripped of His garments

XI. Jesus is nailed to the cross

XII. Jesus is raised upon the cross and dies

XIII. Jesus is taken from the cross and given to his mother

XIV. Jesus is laid in the tomb

XV. Jesus is resurrected

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Travel: Bergen to Trondheim 2

What an amazing trip along the coast aboard the Vesterålen.

I thankfully did not have any issues with sea sickness, but it sure feels strange being back on dry land! I’m on the third floor of a hotel and it feels as though it is rocking more than the boat. I’m guessing it’ll settle down this evening.

Just more amazing sites here.

Norwegian Sea
Location of the picture to the left.

We made a stop in Ålesund. There was a devastating fire in 1904 that destroyed most of the city.

We were back to sea at 8 p.m. for the remainder of the voyage to Trondheim.

I waited for the sun to peak out from behind the mountain on the left and then tried to catch it in the center of the valley before it went back behind the mountain on the right. It was less than a minute.

I got up at 12:30 a.m. in order to get these next photos. Learned that this is nautical twilight.

In general, the term nautical twilight refers to sailors being able to take reliable readings via well known stars because the horizon is still visible, even under moonless conditions.  Absent fog or other restrictions, outlines of terrestrial objects may still be discernible, but detailed outdoor activities are likely curtailed without artificial illumination.

If I understand it correctly, when there is a nautical twilight from sunset to sunrise, it is called a white night, which this was.

A short ways off the dock in Trondheim is Munkholmen (Monk’s Island) and it has colorful history.

Munkholmen Island was Trondheim’s execution site in the Viking era. Benedictine monks built a monastery on the island in the early 11th century, probably one of the earliest monasteries in Scandinavia. In 1658 it was converted into a prison and fortress, and later a customs house. Its most famous inmate was the Danish Count Peder Griffenfeld, who spent 18 years as a prisoner there.

And then there is Trondheim.

I’ll tell more about the city tomorrow, but since I arrived at 9:45 a.m., my hotel room was not yet ready, so I made a visit to the National Cathedral where St. Olaf is buried. I want my first experience of the interior to be tomorrow at the Mass, so I wandered around the grounds. The pictures do not do it justice. I am very thankful that the reformers didn’t destroy it during their iconoclastic madness (although they did do some damage.)

The detail is stunning. Here is a closeup of one small piece.

I plan on spending most of the day here tomorrow, between the Mass, touring the church, museum, and climbing one of the towers. Hopefully there’s a quiet corner to pray the Rosary.

Fiddled with the lighting on the camera with this one.

That is all for now. Pray you all are staying safe back home with all the storms.

Still no need for another haircut.

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Travel: Bergen to Trondheim 1

Just a brief update here and maybe it will post. The Internet connection is not all that great. Not necessarily a bad thing.

The boat trip is amazing. The food is… I will have gained 10 pounds in 30 hours. This morning we left the safety of the fjords and entered the Norwegian Sea. For about an hour, we became the ayatollah of rock ‘n’ rolla. There were very few people at breakfast.

A glass of sparkling wine to toast Bergen as we departed. There was a group of French citizens next to me and they were being very French about it not being champagne. I thought it was lovely. 
View of Bergen.
A room with a round view.
Norwegian Sea 
Beautiful!

It is 7:45 AM. I will arrive in Trondheim in about 24 hours. Hope you have a great day. 

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Travel: Bergen 4

One of the things I’ve wanted to do for a long time is see the fjords in Norway, and today was the day. What a glorious time aboard the Rygersol ferry from Bergen to Mostraumen.

Every trip begins somewhere and this one began pulling out of the harbor. That is the Fish Market in the center.

Once you clear the harbor, they kick the boat into high gear.

This morning when I walked outside, I decided I didn’t need a jacket. Note to self: take a jacket when traveling on the fjords. There is a very comfortable indoor compartment, but outdoors it is very windy. Saw one pair of glasses go flying off the back of the boat and I’m certain there were a few lost hats. If this happens, you’ll never see it again—the Osterfjorden reaches a depth of 2,096 feet (the deepest fjord is the Sognefjord and reaches a depth of 4,291 feet.) If the fjord is connected to the ocean, it will be saltwater, but the interior small ones are often fresh. Today, the temperature of the water was 44°.

When you reach Paddøy Island, the fjord begins to quickly narrow.

From here, the mountains begin to rise like walls along the way.

I saw several waterfalls. The two largest were at Mostraumen.

Mostraumen.

I’ve no idea what was going on, but as I was walking back to the hotel, a small military parade passed. they seem to be quite young, so perhaps it was a local school.

This is my last day in Bergen. Tomorrow, I’ll… tell you about it then. I give Bergen very high marks. Quiet, clean, and much to see. When the cruise ships show up, it can get a bit crowded with tourists, but they eventually give the all aboard signal and things settle down again.

If there is one thing I am missing about my recent travels, it is experiencing a culture that is very different from my own. Most of what I’ve experienced in Europe feels like almost any city/town at home. The smaller towns in Spain were a bit different, but still, the people… we are all westernized. I have made a mental note that future travels will be more about engaging and experiencing people/cultures that are very different from my own. Don’t think I’m being critical here. Absolutely not! I wouldn’t change a thing (except the stupid foot), it is just that the world is so full and rich, and I would like to see more than myself.

Pray you are well. I’ll see you at the next destination.

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Travel: Bergen 3

After attending the Gospel Night service on Friday, which was in Norwegian, I decided that I needed a service in English. I Googled “English Church Bergen” and was directed to Mariakirken (St. Mary’s Church.) I should have known by the name that I was going somewhere special, but had no idea.

St. Mary’s is the oldest existing building in Bergen, having been built between 1130-70. There have been renovations since, especially due to two fires, but much of the original building is intact.

The congregation is a part of the Church of England/Anglican Church in Norway. They were very welcoming.

I had to know how an Anglican congregation could be in the oldest church building in Bergen. Simple. They rent it. The city wanted there to be a weekly service held in the church, but when it was in Norwegian, it seems that anyone visiting would turn and leave. However, when they started having a CoE service in English, people stayed. Based on my observations, it is a thriving church.

There is much to see inside, but your eyes are immediately drawn to the altar (no explanation needed.)

The pictures do it no justice. It is radiant. From the Bergen website:

The alter reredos
This is the church’s oldest treasure, and can be traced to the end of the 15th century. It is North German work, probably from Lübeck. The screen is a triptych, the carving of the central panel depicting Mary and the infant Jesus. Here she is shown as the woman in Revelations:  «clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve starts». On her right we find St Olav, above St Antony, whose intercession was held to cure the plague. On her left stands St Catharine with her sword and wheel, above St Dorothea.  On the side panels we see all the apostles except Judas, but including Paul. All bear their symbols, and hold the book of Gospel. The hinged side panels were only unfolded in high festivals, their reserve sides facing the church at all other times.

Second to the triptych is the pulpit. This is definitely not a protestant pulpit like I’ve seen in the Lutheran churches. Also, from the website:

The pulpit of St Mary’s is something of an enigma in Norwegian art history; it resembles no other pulpit in the country. It was presented to the church in 1676, by a group of prominent merchants who had their place of business on the old Hanseatic Warf (Bryggen). Who actually made it is unknown, but the use of tortoiseshell and lacquer work is foreign to this country, and would suggest a link with countries connected with East Asia, perhaps Holland. The pulpit and the stair-case are divided into panels by richly decorated columns. Here we find eight of the nine original cardinal virtues, represented by women with various attributes. Penitence with a pelican, Prudence with a snake, the naked Truth, Chasity with two turtle doves, Patience with a lamb, Hope with a dove, and part of an anchor, Faith with book and cross, and Charity with two children.

I fiddled with the color on the image below to bring out the image. It took me a minute, but determined that the astrological symbols are being depicted, revolving around the sun. This is not astrology as we know it, but an understanding of the universe (the heavens) and all that is in it. The fact that the heavens are above the preacher, while he (and, at the time, it would have been a he) stands upon the cardinal virtues, paints a rather dramatic understanding of the proclamation of the Word. Not sure that it says anything about the one proclaiming. 🤣

Throughout the church are other beautiful paintings and statues.

I tried to sort out what was being said in the text below, but was not able to, so I thought of it as the Prayers of the People. I’ll do some more on trying to translate and let you know what I come up with.

From the balcony and the side altar.

One thing I read last night about Norway said to not turn down an invitation as it is considered very rude, so when I was invited to coffee hour by the deacon, I went. Had a tasty cup of coffee and wonderful conversation with Michael, from Australia, and the Reverend Fredrik Ulseth, who was the supply priest for today. Father Fredrik preached a bold and uncompromising sermon. I liked it!

What did I do afterward? You guessed it. Returned to the Fish Market and had a yummy salmon burger. Glad I’m doing all this walking or I’d be popping buttons on my cassock when I return.

I’m looking forward to watching the youth via FaceBook at St. Matthew’s a bit later today.

A blessed Pentecost to you all!

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Journal Prompt: Week Seven (Youth Edition)

Dear Parents – If possible, please share with your children and post their answers.

Please comment below. When I return, we’ll combine some of your journal entries with mine and produce a printed journal of our adventure.

WEEK SEVEN PROMPT

The Sabbath is considered a day of rest so that one may draw nearer to God. I am on sabbatical and that is pretty much the same thing—the extended version. You all are also now on sabbatical from school and other school year activities. How will you spend part of your time drawing nearer to God? How will you rest in God?

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