We said good-bye this
morning to beautiful Stratford, heading to Warwick to tour its majestic
castle. With the backdrop of a gorgeous
spring day, we explored rooms and dungeons where time has stood still since
William the Conqueror built it in 1068 A.D. A spiraling staircase of 530 steps
gave us a soaring view of all of Warwickshire.
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| Our view from the back of the Holiday Inn |
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| Some of our group enjoying the crisp morning air |
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| Ready to explore Warwick Castle |
Haworth – quintessential little English town with a whole
lot of history that we have recently been studying. Catherine and Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights met us up on the moors in the likeness of some of our own students as pages from the novel were re-enacted with great finesse! We literally stepped into the life of
Emily Bronte and her family. The ground
under our feet is the same dirt she walked on.
Ashmount – where our ladies stayed – are the same rooms where she
visited her doctor. We sat in the
pew she sat in and walked through her home and wandered on the moors and felt the echo of…emptiness. Emily never
hid the fact that she, though brilliantly gifted as a writer and exposed to
Scripture, always had an ache inside of her that was never satisfied. The words on the pages of Wuthering Heights
reflect the storm inside her own heart. So…what if you penned a novel? What if it were titled and characterized by
your own heart? What would we know about
you and how you thought of life and Christ and relationships with others. Emily wasn’t creating a fictional story. We know that she leaked all over those pages
– her theology, her affections and her perspective on life. So, again, how would your story read? If we walked your town 100 years from today,
what would the echo sound like? Whether you become a world-class novelist or
not, remember that your heart leaks out all over your life and others will read
it and know. Write carefully.
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| In front of Bronte's church |
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| inside Bronte's Church |
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| Sandra discussing aspects of generational transference of sin, finished up by prayer time where the parents prayed that they would be living examples to their children...pointing them to Christ. The students prayed that what they have been taught and learned through everything they have experienced would help create in them a deeper walk with the Lord, and a faith they can truly call their own. |
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| Some of the views as we drove today |
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| On the Moors |
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| The Wyllie family |
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| Our view from the Bed & Breakfast |
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| Junior - Micah Wyllie |
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| Senior - Kyle Agajanian |
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Senior - Jenna Ranieri
2 Corinthians 3:2 - You yourselves are our letter, written
on our hearts, known and read by everyone.
“Here is a good
searching question for a man to ask himself as he reviews his past
life:—Have I written in the snow? Will my life-work
endure the lapse of years and the
fret of change? Has there been anything immortal in it,
which will survive the
speedy wreck of all sublunary things? The boys inscribe
their names in capitals in the
snow, and in the morning’s thaw the writing disappears;
will it be so with my work,
or will the characters which I have carved outlast the
brazen tablets of history?
Have I written in the snow?” Spurgeon
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