Another week

Is it sad that I'm so often tempted to title my posts things like "Another week"? Surely something important has happened that would set this most recent seven days apart from all others? Well it has. I suspect that is often more of an indication that too much has happened rather than too little.

I think the same is often true of our face to face communication. Ange and I led worship at the Big MAC (that's the Muncie church for the uninitiated) yesterday. It was truly a pleasure, but I was overwhelmed at the number of people I wanted to catch up with and who wanted to catch up with us. Lots of people with whom there is so much to say that there is nothing to say. We love you though. We'll have time to catch up in that sweet by and by, eh?

Peace,
Mark

who descended into hail and on the third day...

It's been a busy week in the Guinn household. Last Thursday Ange and I were in an Easter program at Ange's parents' church. I was Jesus and she was part of the crowd that crucified me (sounds like everyday life...;) ) It was actually really moving for both of us. To enter in to that scene and imagine what it felt like to be rejected and to serve those who would shortly be hurting you so much. To look at those coming up for communion and think of the potential of each one, the love of the Father for each one. To try to envisage the garden and the cross. It was pretty awesome. (and it was fun to be singing again)

We've also had some crazy weather, including falling ice, howling wind, torrential rain, and a tornado watch or two. Our cars both got dinged up a bit and you can see why...

On the whole we're in good spirits. Enjoying our jobs (oh yeah, Ange is working part time for a public relations firm now). Keeping the faith. Eating pizza. Playing music. Good stuff.

Mark

Brother Andrew

Yesterday I was listening to a sermon by one of my favorite people, a Dutch guy named Brother Andrew. He started a ministry called Open Doors and has been involved in smuggling Bibles into closed countries for probably fifty years. He's written a couple of books. The only one I've read is called God's Smuggler (recently re-published as The Narrow Road) and it was a big part of God moving us towards Ireland. We would read it before going to bed and on long car trips and it often amazed us, challenged us, and built up our faith. In short, he's a crazy dude. One of those down-to-earth types--not hyper-spiritual, but radically faithful. I want to be like that.

Here's a link to the sermon. I was listening to it at work and I wanted to stand up at my desk at the end when he gives the invitation.

• The kind of people God can use - part 1
• The kind of people God can use - part 2
• Brother Andrew sermons at SermonIndex.net (a great site by the way)

Blessings,
Mark

idols

I was sitting in a meeting a couple weeks ago with some clients of our company and before the meeting actually started they were talking about the movie Brokeback Mountain (which I haven't seen, but would like to). One lady told how she couldn't get any of her friends to go with her because of their "religious beliefs" (which could be a whole discussion in itself - will skipping out on a movie change anything, except maybe deepening our own lack of compassion?). The guy on my left sympathised and proceeded to recite and espouse one of the great creeds of modern American religion: "You know, you have to be yourself. That's the great tragedy of the movie--that they couldn't live the lives they wanted to live." Followed by a pseudo-responsive reading with the refrain "Yeah, you just have to do for yourself and be what you are." Followed by a closing hymn (not really).

I didn't really enter the conversation--out of fear or lack of a quick, glib one-liner--but it's been on my mind a lot. I think of how Paul and his friends would go into a city and sometimes within a few days would have people riled up enough to kill them. What did they say? Who did they challenge?

When Paul went to Ephesus (Acts 19), they nearly killed him because the spread of the gospel so threatened the demonic values and social conventions and patterns of thought upon which their city was based. "Of course, Artemis is a real god. Everyone knows she's worshipped throughout Asia. (plus it will really hurt business if people don't buy our idols) How dare you..." Or maybe "Of course my life is about me. Everyone knows that the greatest tragedy is if I don't get to do everything I want, say everything I want, consume everything I want. How dare you..."

I wonder what would happen the Lordship of Jesus began to challenge our American idols (no pun intended). I wonder if we might not get a few stones ourselves. I pray that we--that I will have the courage to speak the truth.

Mark

after a long break

So, I think we're going to starting using this thing again, I think. A lot has changed for us in the last few months. Maybe I'll just list it all off:

• Got home from Ireland. We're still not sure what to make of that experience. But we're pretty sure God will send us back before too long.
  
• Went to Arkansas for Christmas. So good to see my parents again. You don't realize when you're 18 what going to a college that's 700 miles away will mean. It's meant a lot of good things for me, but I wish I could see my parents more.
  
• Ange's car got hit on the street (at 4:00am) and we had to buy a new one. Fortunately the guy's insurance paid for the whole thing. She got a great little blue Honda Accord.
• I got a new job in Indianapolis. I'm doing web design and programming for a company called Firm 57. It's actually been really fun, though it's quite a different world working 40 hours a week. But I look forward to going to work most days, and that's more than many people can say.
• A month ago we moved to Indianapolis. We are renting a really great two story house. It's nice to finally have room to have guests stay with us, friends over for dinner, etc. Our church started a church-plant down here a few years ago, so that was our main reason for coming down. We'll be helping out in any way we can.
  
• I've been teaching through Isaiah on Wednesday nights at church. It's really been a blast. We're getting close to the end now (which is good because it's now quite a drive back to Muncie).
  
• We got cell phones. We resisted for a long time, but it just made more sense when we moved. Plus we secretly wanted them in our hearts all along. We'd love to give you our numbers, but maybe not on the public internet like this. Shoot us an e-mail or something.

Well that's us. As I said, we'll try to post more often in the future.

Mark (and Ange)

safe home

We're back in Muncie now. Yesterday was my 25th birthday and our friends threw me a big party. It was great to see everyone again. Pray for us as we try to make sense of all this.

Mark

last post from this side of the atlantic

Well folks, our time in Ireland has come to an end. These last few days have been jam packed. We met with a couple in Dublin who are planting a church, another couple there who are working with local churches (and who worked at Taylor, our alma mater), and with one of my dad's former students. Then we were off to Cork where we spent two days and met another guy who has a house church there. Then we were off to Shannon, where we're staying the night with the Duffields, a missionary couple with a church there.

So tomorrow we turn in our car, get on a plane and fly to Boston then Chicago. Pat and Lezlie are picking us up at the airport and then we'll be back in Muncie. We can't believe how quickly it's gone. We'll keep posting occasionally over the next few weeks and months as we are thinking and praying through all we've seen. It has been quite an experience. We are so grateful to have been able to come.

So this is it--the last post from this side of the pond. See you in a few hours, Houston.

Team Guinn, signing off...

Cultural Capitol of Europe...

Here we are in Cork, Ireland. Can we say we love it? Because we do.

goodbye mullartown house

Today was our last day at Mullartown. We got the place all cleaned up, vacuumed, and waxed. We deleted all our stuff from the Widman's computer and put their furniture back in the right places. And we cried a little bit...in our hearts anyway.

Yesterday we sang in the evening service at the Annalong Presbyterian. It was really a fun time and I don't think anyone was offended that we decided to just wear jeans. I hope not anyway. So I guess we just had our audience wrong; our niche is old people in ties and uncomfortable shoes. :) We also had some good times saying goodbye to our friends. We've made some good ones--as much as one can in three months of not being around much, anyway.

So tomorrow we turn our eyes to Dublin and then Cork, then we set our faces like flint towards Shannon, Boston, Chicago, and Muncie at last. We'll try to post again before we leave, but no promises. After we get home, though, we'll keep posting our thoughts and reactions. We have a lot to pray through. Thank you so much to all those who supported us financially or by praying for us.

Mark

N.Irish phrase of the day: "Safe home." = "Have a safe trip home." We've been hearing this a lot lately. So sad.

thanksgiving giving giving

ONLY ONE WEEK LEFT!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

So yesterday we met with Tommy Nelson, the Northern Ireland representative for World Gospel Mission. He was almost immediately trying to get us to go teach music at their Bible college in Kenya. These Mission Agency guys are really salesmen, whether they mean to be or not. I think they're just that excited about what they do.

After that we went to a big Thanksgiving shindig at the Oasis, which is an old pub that John Moxen (of Project Evangelism and Murlough House) was given and recently renovated into a coffee shop youth outreach. It was fun and we got to see Erin and eat pumpkin pie (well, actually butternut squash pie, but it was close enough).

After that we played music for their youth outreach and it was pretty rough. I think the kids were bored out of their minds to be honest and I tried to talk too much which didn't help. It's kind of humbling to know that we're not "cool" anymore (or maybe ever...). I guess the way you learn is by being bad at something for a while though. We're not giving up.

So that's us. Cheers.
Mark

Embarassing moment of the day: Last night they made all the Americans stand up and sing this song about Ireland to the tune of "America the Beautiful". It was awful. The song lumped Northern Ireland and the Republic together (which can be very offensive in the north), but after the last verse some of the Americans decided to sing the first verse of the real American song. If no one in the room was offended it was a miracle. Hopefully there were no Orangemen in the crowd. It was desperate.

genesus and exodus and numbers

We had a great time on our latest round of visits. The meeting with our accountant friend went well. Aside from being a great chap, he was very helpful and gave us some good input. After that we drove north and west to the little town of Buncrana, where we met Mike and Aster Mullins of Operation Mobilization. They are doing some really neat things up there. They have a big red double-decker bus that they take around and do Bible clubs and stuff for the kiddo's. They're also really neat people. Mike is so enthusiastic about everything that I think he could sell anything. We enjoyed talking with them and meeting their team. Those four couples make up the only evangelical church in Buncrana. That's pretty wild.

On Wednesday, Mike took me along with him on a visit to the Exodus, a "Christian nightbase" for young people in Coleraine. It was really slick. They have bands playing every Saturday night and all kinds of kids come in. They do classes similar to the Alpha Course, and they also organize lots of summer missions trips for the kids that are interested. It was pretty neat to see. I took a bunch of pictures which are on the online photo album.

I feel very priviledged to have been there. It was neat to see the Exodus, but also neat to listen in on the conversations in the car ride of over an hour. The reason for the visit was that a wealthy businessman in Buncrana is opening a similar kind of keep-the-crazy-kids-from-boozing-their-brains-out center for youth to hang out. He wanted to talk with the Exodus guys about a partnership for the purpose of getting EU grant money. It was fascinating, though, because he is a staunch Catholic and very suspicious of anything that's not.

So there's that. We're wrapping things up here. Cleaning the house and getting ready to pack our things. On Tuesday we're heading south for some time in Dublin and then Cork before making our way back to Shannon for our flight on Saturday. It will be bittersweet.

Mark

Taste-of-home of the day:
We didn't expect it, but it happened. Like a thief in the night.

one year ago...

On Sunday Ange and I celebrated a year of marriage. A good year. A couple of our friends had us over for lunch and we ate too much and had some craic. It was fun. After that we went to a prayer meeting at the Christian Renewal Centre, which was very powerful. It was a little different than most of our experience, but it has stuck with me over the past few days. I have seen a grown man kneeling on the floor and genuinely weeping over his country, asking God to change it. Lord, I pray that I could care about anywhere that much--this country or my own. Or how about my own neighbors as a start?

Anyway, we also had some beautiful time together to celebrate. Yesterday we put on some Sufjan Stevens and just started driving, ending up at a great little beach right by a prime example of today's "Northern Irish word of the day." We had a little picnic and walked on the beach. It's funny because we talked about going to Ireland for our honeymoon, but decided to do something simpler. At the time we said, "maybe we'll go for our anniversary..." Little did we know. Little did we know.

So in a few minutes we're off to have lunch with an accountant friend. We're hoping to bounce some of our ideas and the church's ideas off him and see what the practicalities might look like. Probably if he says "agh, you're mad!" then we'll know they're God's ideas. :) After that we're going to visit Mike Mullins who is working with Operation Mobilization and doing some cool stuff. Should be a good time.

We love you all and we'll see some of you in a week and a half. God bless.

Mark

N.Irish word of the day: caravan park = luxury trailer park. This is the funniest thing to me. Many people hear own trailers in these caravan parks, usually located close to the beach. In the summer, they may come down for weeks or months and live in the trailer. Actually, it doesn't sound like too bad of an idea. It's like a cheaper version of a summer home.

meetings and greetings

We've had a good couple of days here and had some exciting conversations. On Monday we had breakfast with a guy who felt that God was leading him to open a music school in Lisburn. It's done really well and he's looking to help other people open similar schools in other towns. He was an idea guy, really fun to talk with, and gave us some interesting things to think over.

After that we drove to the Belfast International Airport and flew to Bristol, England (gotta love EasyJet) to meet the UK director for Bible Centered Ministries. BCM is the organization that owns Mullartown House, so we wanted to meet our bosses and learn about BCM and what they do. It was a good time and we enjoyed them very much.

This morning we had coffee with Keith Neill, who is the youth pastor at Lisburn Cathedral, an Anglican church. We were refreshed and very encouraged by the things they are doing. They have a nightclub for youth called Fusion which attracts a lot of the goth kids in town. They also do pub ministry when most Protestants won't even go near a pub. On the whole, they're just really progressive and open to whatever they see God doing.

So there's that. We've posted more pictures on the photo site if you haven't found them yet. God bless.

Mark

N.Irish word of the day: mangin' = nasty; Pronounced like "hanging." Example: That milk is mangin'. I think it's starting to curdle. Noun form would be manger; as in "Girls are mangers. Some of them didn't shower all week last summer at camp."

soon and very soon

Another good week under our belt. We met Ange's parents at the Shannon Airport and then drove down to the village of Tralee. It was beautiful and we heard (and participated in) some great traditional music. The next day we toured the Dingle peninsula and saw lots of ancient huts and forts. We also saw some "unreclaimed land" - land that had not been made fertile by removing the rocks. It's amazing how rocky the terrain used to be. It occured to me that we have no idea of what it would be like to work on one field for one's whole life, gradually taming it and making it useful. It makes the Irish bitterness towards the English seem a bit more understandable. What would it be like if my father or grandfather poured their whole life into a plot of land, making something out of almost nothing, and then some foreign power came in and gave that land to a rich foreign man.

After Dingle we drove to the Rock of Cashel and then on to Kilkenny Castle and Glendalough (an ancient monastic site). That one was interesting too -- what was once a vibrant community of Christians is now literally a huge graveyard where people fight to bury their loved ones near the grave of a saint (Saint Kevin). Ironic, I think.

This weekend has been fun. Lot's of little children running around and leaving doors open. I wrote a song for the weekend about 1 Samuel 16:7 - "Man looks at the outward things but the Lord looks at the heart." It was a fun challenge to write a children's song and then teach it to them. I hope it was as fun for the kids...

Anyway, we now only have three weeks left!!! What in the world?!? Pray for us as we try to squeeze every drop from these last days. We love you (well, most of you, probably).

Mark

N.Irish phrase of the day: "Flip! That's a brave distance!" = "Wow! That's a really long way!" One of the girls at camp said that about the distance an ambulance would have to drive to get to our village (24 miles, about 45 minutes). I thought it was hilarious.

junior teens weekend

I can't believe it's already been another week. Four more and we'll be sitting on our couch in Muncie eating Papa John's pizza and drinking a frozen Coke. We've had several good meetings this week. On Tuesday we drove over to Murlough House to visit the other girls from our church. While we were there we started talking to John Moxen, who runs the place, and ended up staying for a good chunk of the afternoon. He has a pretty unique perspective and it was actually really encouraging for us, apart from being good information for the trip.

The next day we had lunch with Hadden Wilson, who was a pastor in Ballynahinch for 15 years. He and his wife Betty are wonderful people, who were also very encouraging. Then we drove to Lisburn to turn in our beloved rental car. While we were there we walked around the downtown area a bit. It's a cool town.

This weekend was huge and crazy. We had 61 kids (12-16 years) from the summer back for a reunion weekend. They had a lot of fun (including kicking a soccer ball through one of the dorm windows) and we did too. I got to play bass in the worship times, which was a blast.

Ange's folks will be here tomorrow so we're going to go meet them in Shannon and have a few days of touring in the South. Then it's back to camp for another reunion weekend with the younger kids. On the whole, we're in good spirits. We'll miss this place, I think.

Mark and Ange and Tigger too!

N.Irish word of the day: raking about = clowning around. Usage: There'll be plenty of time for raking about this weekend, but pay attention for now.

north coast and donegal (updated)

Hello, long lost friends. Happy All Saints Day. We all made it through Halloween, which could be saying something over here. People get crazy and break stuff and shoot fireworks all night long. It's pretty wild.

We've had quite a week. On Wednesday we rented a car and drove to the north coast. It's one of the most beautiful areas on this island and home to such attractions as the Giant's Causeway, Dun Luce castle, and Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge. It was supposed to be rainy the whole week, but we had almost nothing but sun every day. We stayed at a great little B&B in Port Ballintrae called The Manor House. I would highly recommend it. Good food, clean, comfortable rooms, and it's only a few miles of beautiful coastline to walk to the Giant's Causeway. Check out the photo site to see it all.

We found a Baptist church up in Port Stewart that is doing some cool stuff. They bought a pub/nightclub and built their new church building next to it. The night club was converted into four little chalets that they rent out to tourists and use to house missionaries. The pub is not operating as a pub anymore, but they left it pretty much as is and use it for community events, youth stuff, and small group meetings. During the world rugby finals they had breakfasts every morning to watch the game and eighty men came, half of them non-Christian. We thought that was pretty cool and we were encouraged by our visit.

We didn't have a camp this weekend, so on Friday we just kept going west into Donegal, which is actually part of the Republic. It's a wild and beautiful place where you still hear people speaking Irish (Gaelic) on the street. Supposedly, it's also one of the best places for traditional music, but we didn't get to find out because both nights we were foiled in our attempts. Bummer.

Now we're back at the camp gearing up for the two biggest weekends we'll have. We're nearly two-thirds of the way through the trip now, which is both exciting and terrifying. We will certainly be glad to get back to Muncie but we will also be sad to leave, I think. We were reading in Acts 14 today about Paul and Barnabus returning joyfully to Antioch "having completed the work which they were entrusted to the grace of God to do." I pray that like Paul we could finish well and come home with no regrets.

Mark

Amazing fact of the day: Ange is one of the best left-side drivers I know. I couldn't drive because I was too young, so she had to do all of it and she took right to it. She never once turned into oncoming traffic or anything scary like that. I was quite impressed.

another long week

Phew. It's been another long one. Wednesday night we went to a small group meeting of the local Presbyterian church. It was kind of neat. It was led by the pastor. There are other groups led by the other elders in the church.

Thursday we went to Belfast again to see Queens University which we did. It's a beautiful campus in downtown Belfast. We got some good info for anyone who might want to go to school there. Once again we had hoped to meet new people and failed. One thing that we're learning a lot about is our personal limitations and, if God does call us here, what sorts of people to pray for to join us. Extroverts and easy conversationalists would be high on that list.

This weekend has been totally consumed by a big group being here. Once again we did many hours of dishes and are quite tired, even a day later. I had no idea kids could generate so much dirt and clutter or break so many things or paint all over the windows and mirrors with spray deodorant. But they can...

Keep praying that God will keep us on track with His plans. We're feeling homesick and a little tired. We also have less than six weeks left and still plenty that we would like to do. We've posted two new photo albums on our photo site.

Hang tough,
Mark

N.Irish word of the day: Ulster Fry = traditional Northern Irish breakfast. Ulster was one of the five provinces that divided Ireland of old, and is now the country of Northern Ireland. An Ulster Fry consists of bacon (more like our canadian bacon), sausages, fried soda farls (bread), fried potato farls, fried egg, fried tomato, and sometimes blood pudding (which is like a bit of sausage but grosser and, thankfully, we haven't had to deal with). It is not for the faint of heart or the fat-conscious.

halfway point, part 2

On Sunday we finally made it to Maude's Ice Cream Shop in Newcastle for some "sinner watching". It was actually a bit disappointing, because we had hoped to meet and talk to some of the godless masses but they didn't seem interested in us. If I'm truthful, I was also disappointed in my own shyness. We took a card game (Phase 10) and played cards until we got dirty looks from the people behind the counter, then went for a walk on the beach. I didn't expect there to be so many people out and about during the church hours. I wonder if any of them were thinking about "the things of the Lord and eternity." I imagine they would have plenty of thoughts if we listened. Lord, help us. Lord, help me.

On Monday we went down to the village of Rostrevor for the night. We visited a place called the Christian Renewal Centre, which would be similar in outlook to an International House of Prayer, but not 24/7 prayer meetings, just several times a day. We really connected with them, though, which was refreshing. We also stayed at a really nice Bed&Breakfast called Glenbeigh. They won't have a website for several months, but one could probably google "glenbeigh rostrevor bed breakfast" and get them. It was £50 for the night for an en suite room with a great view of the Carlingsford Lough. We would highly recommend them. Also, we got one of the best Ulster Fry's ever for breakfast. Mmmm.

Tuesday night we went to visit a young couple in the village. I'd met Andrew when I went to Mannafest with the local youth group a couple weeks ago. We just went by to say hi, but ended up eating our dinner there and then talking for three hours. They are really nice people and it's so nice to talk with someone our age. Andrew's wife Talitha is from the Netherlands and they met on an OM ship. It does take some getting used to, though, to just go to someone's house and stay for hours without phoning first. Feels rude, but it's not here.

Today we sang for a "seniors group" at the Presbyterian Church. We did some folk songs and some hymns. It was a hoot.

Well, I think that's enough for now. Keep praying for us, that we be sensitive to God's voice.
Mark

halfway point

I think today might be the halfway point of the trip. That's wild. It doesn't seem like it's been that long. It does seem like a long time since we've posted. Too long, I guess. Sorry about that. This week has been pretty action packed. Wednesday we met up with one of Ange's college buddies who just happened to be here on vacation and she took us in to Belfast for the afternoon. It was a fun time, especially for Ange. We went to the Starbucks downtown for a (bad) cup of coffee and a rest. It was a great atmosphere, though: comfy couches, big glass windows with scenic views of the city, teenagers making out in the corner...

Thursday we took the bus into Newcastle for some groceries. While waiting for our return bus we met some bizarre old women. They were dressed all fashionably and one of the first things they said was that I looked mexican and that I had nice teeth. The next thing was that I was cute and should be a chippendale dancer (mind you, Ange was standing right there). After a few random and racy stories, they asked us what we were doing and when we told them about the camp they said "Isn't that some kind of religious place? Are you like, mormons or moonies or something?" And then they laughed and talked incomprehensibly about "moonies." They didn't seem to want to talk to us any more after that, though. That's two for two meeting strange characters at the Newcastle bus station. Shocking.

Friday we went to Newry with our friend David and just walked around the town. It's a nice place--probably about the size of Marion, IN. Saturday David and his wife Sandra had us over for fajita's. They were really good, but we thought it strange to fly across an ocean and still eat Mexican food. We had a really great time with them, singing and talking well into the night.

More later, I've got to run now, though.
Mark

the end of a long week

Well, YFC leaves tomorrow. It's been good having them here, if a little exhausting. Last night I went to an event in Belfast called Mannafest. It is a big "worship event" in Belfast for teens. There were probably 800 people there and they sing for 30 minutes, then have about 30-45 minutes of teaching, then another 45 minutes of singing. I must admit that I was a little skeptical at first because of the lights and stuff, but the music was so joyful (and ROW-DY). I really felt uplifted as I walked away. There's something pretty cool and infectous about people who are really happy about worshipping Jesus and pretty free to show it.

Unfortunately, we weren't able to make it over to Maude's for ice cream today (so we can't give an official answer to the survey question) because the group wanted breakfast an hour later than we thought. We decided we would stay home and pray and read the Bible on our own, so we did. We invited the cooks to join us and one of their daughters did. I was amazed that any teenager would want to come read the Bible with a couple of old folks like us. We found out that she actually met Jesus a few years ago here at summer camp and that she likes the book of Revelation, but she also thinks it's scary. She believes that God still talks to people like he talked to Philip in Acts 8 and now she knows what an Ethiopian eunich is. I'm sure her parents are glad. :)

I find that it can be really hard to learn how to incorporate spiritual life--reading the Bible, praying, living as if God is actually who He says He is--into daily life with other people. We're so used to spiritual things having a certain amount of affectation: taking a certain tone when we pray, using (overusing?) weird words, needing to always have answers. I want to learn how to share spiritual things with people naturally. I can talk about music or relationships or even sports naturally--why is it so hard to talk about spiritual things, which are just as real if not more? Maybe it's because we in the West have accepted this crazy idea that "religion" is a private matter which should only stain certain spheres of life. Maybe it's because the Truth of Christ hasn't permiated every aspect of my permiated every aspect my personal life like it should. Maybe it's because it's always scary to share the things at the core of you. Maybe it's just a lack of practice. I don't know. But that's something we've been thinking about recently and, I think, something that's really important for a generation (including myself) which doesn't want the Bible to be confined to "Bible studies" and prayer confined to "prayer meetings" and the Way, the Truth and the Life confined to only a nominal or superficial influence on how we live. I guess we don't want preaching confined to pulpits either... :)

Many of you have prayed that we would have joy and the past few days we have really felt that. Thanks. May God bless you.

Mark

N.Irish word of the day: class = really cool. Usage: If I were coming from a party that I really enjoyed, I might say: "I had a really good time. That was class." if I were Irish or Northern Irish or an American posing as Irish.