Holyrood means holy cross. The palace got its name because the chapel held a relic, which was said to be part of the Lord's cross at Calvary.
We have what sounds to be a favorable article coming out on Beyond the Chariots in The Daily Telegraph, a paper that covers the whole UK. It will be on page 6 on Tuesday, the day after our final Fringe performance.
Zimbabwe's struggles put this in perspective.
My connection to them gave us credibility when I asked the corps officer at Jim, Sr.'s Edinburgh corps to borrow a trumpet for the length of the run.
This 400 year old golf course in St. Andrews was where the British athletes stayed before setting sail for the Paris Olympics in Chariots of Fire. We had a cream tea here after hurdling these white fences and running on the beach.
A woman who saw me running told us that her dorm-mate in university had been an extra in that scene.
This is a FAB show! It was fascinating to see the rest of the life of Eric Liddell, of "Chariots of Fire" fame; knowing it is a true story adds thought-provoking significance. Plus, as someone who has lived in Asia for four years, I am VERY impressed with the actor's grasp of Chinese language AND culture as he plays multiple roles! This is a show not to be missed--I saw it in the States first and would gladly see it again!
--Loch Winona, United States
This kirk bought a large building when they had 50 people. Now they have close to 400 at three services.
The guest preacher tonight, Ivan, is from Italy, but he's now based in India, where he's helped start about 20 churches, orphanages and a home for widows.
He helped about a dozen people become a part of God's amazing offensive of love. Click on "My Passion" in the right column to see what I'm talking about.
I'm happy to set that up: www.RichDrama.com/BeyondTheChariots.
I've already worked it into Beyond the Chariots.
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The New York Times just ran an article, "Artful Lodgers," on this hotel and mentioned a sign that sums it up quite nicely:
As a sign on the hotel’s entrance read: “Ici on loge à cheval, à pied ou en peinture.”(Roughly translated: Here we lodge those on foot, on horseback or with paintings.)
The snails in the foreground seem to have been painted over when the traffic cone was retouched.
Melissa Hawkins is performing an amazing piece called Juliet. It's about a woman who was sent to a gulag in Romania because her husband (imprisoned elsewhere) was a pastor. It's well acted and well directed. It will be at the Independent Theater, 52 W 8th St: August 10 (9:30pm), 12 (noon), 16 (7pm), 18 (2:30pm), 22 (4:30pm) and 24 (3pm). For tickets, location and times go to www.FringeNYC.org. For more information about the play visit www.juliet-tour.com.
I haven't seen Eric Daniel's piece, Le Messager du Jazz/The Jazz Messenger, but he's another Graceworks (GraceworksInc.com) trainer, so I'm sure it will be good. The story takes place during Germany's occupation of France. "...clashing ideologies pit military force against jazz intuition." It will be at The Villager Theatre, August 10, 11, 13, 18 & 22. For tickets, location and times go to www.FringeNYC.org. For more information about the play visit www.jazzmessengerplay.com.
I've heard a lot of people say they don't like reunions. I love them! It's magical to see how people have grown up, raised families and collectively accomplished SO much.
I got to give a speech at my high school graduation so I did a rap, while Tyler Ryerson, Sr. Prez, backed me up with a beat box rythm:
Well we're the graduating class of Phoenix HS
Goin' out into the world to do our best
In work, in college and military.
If you come from Phoenix, say, "Don't mess with me!"
Going to the reunion was like stepping into a time capsule and seeing how dreams have been fulfilled.
I also spoke with many who have endured physical and emotional pain, and I was glad to share those memories as well.
Less than a month after graduation one of our classmates took his own life. Several of us gathered at his grave to remember him...and wish that he were still there.
I told the group that Brian and I had been out on a run one day when I sensed I was supposed to tell him how much God loved him. I held back. Who knows if it would have changed things. I've regretted that for 20 years, but I told them it's made me take more risks in life. I don't know if that made any sense to you guys, but what I meant was that I've been more likely to follow God's still small voice and less likely to pass it off as a suggestion. Then I pulled out the cornet I'd played in high school and played taps.
If you don't know how much God loves you visit RichDrama.com and click on "My Passion."