Autobiography Dieter Rolf Fischer Book 11
Book 11 / Ch. 8 Written / Published 19.11.12 / 22.11.2012
"So shall my word be that goes forth from my mouth; it shall not return to me void, but it shall accomplish what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it." (Isaiah 55, 11)
Please note: Book 11 deals mostly with my 2012 mission journey to North America and Europe.
As I later write about events that took place months earlier, life goes on. When current events
in Australia compliment those of my overseas experience, I can't help but marvel as I report it.
This chapter is a classic example of this.
8. Words don't come easy
"When we come back, after the news, we will talk about the speedway. You can phone us with your experiences of life on the speedway".
I had woken in the early hours of the morning and was listening to the radio. The topic that was to be discussed on this overnight program did not interest me. After the news I would be switching perhaps to the BBC or maybe to some interesting subject on the local talkback radio.
The 4 am news often feature overseas items, since Australia is asleep when big things happen in Europe or America. I have forgotten what the item was that took my attention. But I clearly remember a mistake the reader had made, as she spoke the word Britain, then quickly corrected herself - Brisbane.
Playing my little letter-elimination game resulted in the letter B and word IT (in English) and in German - ES.
This made me again think about the word subject to be discussed after the news - speedway. It does include the letters ESP, extra sensory perception, which is not a new illness, I may add.
Separating the letters ESP (in the word speed) leaves two remaining letters - DE. DE is the abbreviation for Deutschland, Germany in English. The word German had led me to the amazing revelation at the end of the previous chapter.
Suddenly, it all made sense. You see, in this present writing, I'm on my way to ESP (Espanola - Spain) en route to DE. You will read about my travels there in the chapters following (God willing).
I did switch radio stations that night to listen to our talkback station. There it happened again, my brain picked up things. This time the topic was marijuana- should it be legalized as a recreational drug?
My brain, which, thanks be to God, is not affected by any drugs - I don't take any, legal or illegal - picked up a strange link. The talkback host claimed that two states in the USA had recently legalized marijuana as a recreational drug. These were Washington DC and Colorado. Can you see the link to my previous chapter?
Did not my latest chapter end in Washington DC? Had I not alluded to the fact that Colorado, God willing, would be making a magical appearance in the next chapter? I had indeed.
On that very hot day in Washington DC, when many weather records, were broken, I went out just after dark to buy a drink. A few doors up from my hostel I passed a shop window. It was a book shop. Just as I did, a book caught my eye, because it was just being placed in the window, being replaced another.
Both books, the one being placed and the one put in it's place, were about Abraham Lincoln:
Fast forward to Germany almost three weeks later. I was looking through the hundreds of photos I had taken on my digital camera. Photo No.500, according to my diary, showed above photo (in its entirety). Suddenly, something hit me! The name Aurora. Did I not hear or read this name in the news recently?
I had indeed. The event had happened twenty days earlier!
Now take a look at the rest of the photo I took in the bookshop in Washington, two weeks before that shooting:
At this point, after eating
lunch, I re-started the computer. Before continuing to write about
the link to Port Lincoln, South Australia I read the latest news, 12
minutes old, posted online regarding a huge bush fire, burning out of control, which
once again is causing concern. Here is what I read on Yahoo Seven News:
So where is the Washington DC connection from their hot day on 7.7.12 to Port Lincoln on the other side of the world? It came in the form of a yellow ball, the size of orange - a tennis ball. Riding my Giant up 16th Street, or 14th, not sure now, I first ignored the find and continued on my way. But then, I remembered Port Lincoln and the tennis ball I had found and returned to a school in Bk. 10, Ch.10.
Curiosity made me turn back and take a closer look. I had no intention of carrying it with me for months of travel in Europe, a photo would have to suffice. Here it is:
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The temperature in Washington DC had moderated the next day, Sunday July 8th, 2012. A church I had passed the day before held a real early morning church service, which suited me; so I went. The impressive Shiloh Baptist Church at 1500 / 9th Street at the corner P Street was again attended by mostly black Americans. Despite the stain glass windows and traditional organ, I felt at home right from the first hymn: Holy, holy, holy - No. 1 in their hymnbook.
The segment to welcome visitors and newcomers was unusually elaborate. Those visiting were invited to stand. The leader then uttered a few words of welcome, before the whole congregation broke out into a song, especially written for the occasion. (I say this, because I vaguely remember the lyrics mentioned their address - P Street.) Next, the congregation mingled briefly and shook hands, which I did with those around me, plus a lady, Crystal, who would later give the sermon. She had came down from the platform and shook my hands personally. What a welcome!
Later that morning I cycled again downtown on 16th Ave. Right at the end, quite by surprise, I came across another church*, where a service was in full swing. But I dared not enter. In the distance, across a road I saw the silhouette of the White House.
*I just found it online and noticed the church's address; it is also No. 1500!
The place of worship was the St. John's Episcopalian Evangelical Church, opened in 1816. A sign outside read: Every President since James Madison has attended this church regularly, or an occasional service. (Or words to that effect).
It was already about 11.15 AM, when I had stumbled across St. John's church, near the White House. There was a contingent of friendly security personnel present. I say friendly, because one officer must have felt sorry for the Aussi cyclist. He handed me a bottle of cool water, which I gladly accepted.
Had I really arrived outside the church, where the President of the United States and his family were worshipping God? This question, of course, was as left unanswered. (You got to be careful these days, security may become suspicious and arrest you, asking such personal questions!) No way was I going to enter the St. John church at this late stage in the service. The best I could hope for was a photo of the big man and his family.
As I was sipping on my cool bottle of water, thinking about things, I imagined: If this church had the same custom as the earlier Shiloh Baptist Church, I had missed out on the opportunity to shake hands with the President of the United States. I had missed the moment, where I would be standing up, while he and the rest of the congregation was seated, singing a specially written song to... Unimaginable! (Has any President ever been known to sing? Playing saxophone, yes ...!)
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Riding my Giant down Pennsylvania Ave. in Washington DC, I noticed to my left a large building with words that covered almost the entire facade. At the time I had no idea, what magic would come from these words, when months later, right here, I would be pasting them into my autobio.
Little did I know where this chapter would end, except somewhere in the USA. Amazing, how the first sentence contains the word news, and here I write about a museum that deals exclusively with News. A moment ago I had a thought as to end this chapter, looking at the life of Moses. Read it below. How well it fits the title Words don't come easy.
But it's the letters ESP, which I saw suddenly, once again, after having experienced magic with them right at the beginning of this chapter. (Read on).
One person in the bible found this to be his fate - Moses. After God had given him a 'royal commission' to be the leader of the people of Israel, Moses used a common excuse not to take on the task:
If anybody thought the magic I saw, in the First Amendment picture above, is the address PENN 555 they are wrong. (Then again, the tennis ball has PENN. And 1 always goes with 5...? But no, I saw a connection to the word speed and the letters ESP.
Take a look above at the words of the First Amendment on the wall of the Newseum in Washington DC - the word speech. The light shines almost exactly at the letters SPE.
Novice readers of the bible are advised that the Gospel of St. John is a good place to start. Right there, in the first twelve verses, you will read about the light that came into a dark world:
What powerful words! Did you notice the word light - seven times?
How easy it is to become a real child of God - receive and believe! What a first amendment, if you have never taken the time to even think seriously about God! This amendment to your fundamental attitude in life will bring a greater freedom than any Bill of Rights can bring.
Those who take these matters seriously, who take this huge step, receiving HIM and believing in HIS name, they have the right to be called children of God, heirs to all the treasures our heavenly Father wants to give each one of us.
You'd have to be mad to reject this offer!