Yesterday morning (Sunday) several of us woke up and took a mile-or-so long walk before breakfast. Michelle and I learned how to pronounce Eyjafjallajokull, the vlcano that has been erupting recently. At 11 we attended service at the church in our valley, where we listened to hymns, scripture, and a sermon in Icelandic. The priest also spoke English for us, and we sang "What a Friend We Have in Jesus." Most of Iceland is Lutheran, but you can see in the pictures on my Facebook album "Elska Island" that there is also a baptist church in Reykjavik, and we have been told that there are several Catholics as well.
After service we met an 88y/o lady from Indiana who's daughter brought her to visit Iceland "before I drop dead." She laughed because initially she didn't want to come, as she missed the Indy 500 for cold weather and volcanoes. Iceland managed to woo her:)
Also on Sunday, we met Gunnhild, an older German lady who is studying variations in the protestant church. At her own expense, she has traveled to Ohio, Pennsylvania, Iceland, Norway, and a few other places. Currently she is living in the Bishop's basement, between where we eat and the church. Yesterday afternoon she traveled to "the wonders" with us. She's a tough little thing! Climbing to the waterfall and walking around Geysir were no problem for her!
All us angels feel tough, too, walking around in our hiking boots and waterproof clothing. We are quite the adventurers! Angels turned Vikings...I can see it now.
Bless Bless!
p.s. "Frith," pronounced exactly as it looks, means "peace." In church we passed the peace, hence the title: Passing of the Frith"
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