If my trip to Skövde, when I stepped on the wrong train, was adventurous, my trip this past weekend to Lund had other components. By God’s grace and miracle I’m back in Vaggeryd. Can you believe I traveled with a ticket for the wrong day? I’m not used to the Swedish calendar—the week ends on Sunday. By the way I’m used to seeing the calendar I picked Monday for a return date, which really was Tuesday.
On the train from Lund to Alvesta, where I had to change to another train, I had to have reserved seating. In Hässleholm, a station in between, a gentleman gets on the train and asks me if I really had number 16, which he also had. He was gracious and took an available seat, and I wondered how we could have been assigned the same seating. Mine was for the next day! But I hadn’t realized that!
I’m getting ahead of myself. Mary, Dad’s wife lent me her cellphone. What a blessing! You’ll see it, when we get into the story of another adventurous trip I had.
Anita is my friend from youth in Huancayo, Peru. We both have the same vision and passion to reach the children with the Gospel. Her ministry is focused on disabled children. She and her husband have built up a wonderful work in Chulucanas, and will celebrate the 40th anniversary next year.
This past weekend I visited Anita and her husband, Carlos (or Göran) in Lund. The train ride went by Nässjö, where I had to make a transfer. Anybody who has traveled there knows about the high and steep steps to climb to get from one platform to the other, because they have walkways over the different rails. The elevator didn’t work so I had to climb the steps, dragging my luggage. That was the most horrific climb I’ve ever done. Everybody had hurried ahead! At one point my bag containing my computer and my clothing slipped down out of my hands so I had to walk back down and start all over. The soles of my feet were burning like fire!
This picture gives an idea of the heights to climb!
After making it to the next train I had a 2-hour ride. It was a rainy day. It has been very rainy in the south part of Sweden, with flooding. My friend Carlos had an emergency with a grandson that needed to be picked up from day-care so he called saying he would be late at the station in Lund. I don’t remember him saying something about going to the west side of the station to wait for him, so I followed the crowd and ended up at the east side. Finally it was straightened out and I could climb into his Mazda and arrive at their apartment at “pingstkyrkan”. The rain did not stop.
Rainy day at the station at Lund
In the evening I spoke at their Spanish cell-group. We had problems connecting to the system to show my PowerPoint. The only thing that showed on the screen was my desk-top flowers. How could that be?
People were sitting in different areas so I had to ask them to sit around my computer as I presented the message. It was very interesting, that in this service the same as in Almhult, I had confirmation that the message the Lord had given me was right on target. God knows what he wants to speak to his people!
The message was “Do It Again—Renewed Pentecost.” When William Booth, the founder of The Salvation Army, finished reading Acts of the Apostles, he prayed to God, “Do it again! May the Spirit once again enable the disciples to testify and confirm the Word with signs and wonders. We want to be your witnesses in the end times.” That is my prayer and that was my message: DO IT AGAIN!
My friends and I had lots to talk about and stayed up till two in the morning. On Saturday we had a short visit of their daughter Veronica. Such joy to be able to give her a hug once again. As a kid she and her older sister visited us in Bolivia.
Any spare time we had this weekend was devoted to plans on working together and learning new things to enhance PowerPoint presentations. In between work we also had some good food.
Good food with good friends. This is the Swedish “falukorv”
Lund is a university city with students from Sweden and around the world. In the service the songs were in English. That was disappointing because I would have loved to sing in Swedish.
Little children playing maracas
Pouring rain! We looked for a place to eat. Not many open. People here don’t eat out like in the United States. But we found a pizzeria and had a very good pizza.
My friends Anita and Carlos Olsson
This day of celebration with friends was also a day to remember my late husband. On October 19, 2007 he left his earthly home.
Before leaving on Monday I had a visit with Anita and Carlos’ youngest daughter, Cesia, and her cute little boy.
Back to my adventures on train rides. The “train host”, as they call them, wasn’t paying attention. Good for me or he would have realized my ticket was for the next day. No wonder a gentleman and I had the same seating assigned! When it was time to change trains, this host told me to just stay on the same platform because the next train would come there. Wrong! When I finally realized it couldn’t be right and started looking for the platform I needed to be on, it was too late. “My” train just swept by!
What would I do now? I had to find my way to the main entrance of the station. The only thing I found was a store, called Pressbyrån. The girl in charge told me there should be a Station Host walking around. Praise God, that the Host was just around the corner. She said I could use the same ticket on a train due to come by in an hour. But I needed to pay close attention because many times they change platforms from the announced one.
What a blessing that I had the cellphone. I could call Dad and tell him my new arrival time. Then wait, take a walk to the elevator, wait in the walkway, take an escalator down to the platform, wait in the rain, hear a change about platforms, but just across from each other, and finally be on the right train… BUT NOT THE RIGHT DATE! This Train Host was more observant. “This ticket is for tomorrow!” I guess it was because it was evening and there were few passengers that she let it slip by. An angel God sent my way.
I don’t want to take any more train rides in a looong time. The train stations I’ve been at are not handicap friendly. You’ve got to be well able to walk to travel on trains and well able to climb stairs when the elevator doesn’t work.
But if Jesus asks me to do it again, I’ll gladly do it. For personal pleasure, no train rides!