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Scotland and Outlander

So I recommend having fun, because there is nothing better for people in this world than to eat, drink, and enjoy life (Ecclesiastes 8:15a, NLT).

Several weeks back, my wife and I decided to go to Scotland. Today we leave.

Some might take weeks to plan an international trip, but not Grant and Barbara. We cashed in air miles, used Marriott points, and I even tried to sell my wife’s cat. 

And voila, we leave this evening at 7:30 p.m.
A street with a clock tower and people walking on it

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Thinking of Scotland, I consider the city of Edinburgh one of the most mispronounced cities in the world. (It’s not ED-in-berg but ed-in-bur-ruh.) I remember famous Scots—Adam Smith, the father of modern capitalism; David Hume, the philosopher whose ideas influenced Charles Darwin; and John Knox the famous theologian.

But my wife thinks of the TV series Outlander with a secret hope of seeing the male star who plays Jamie Frazier. I’ve heard media heads on social media say, “He’s a real hunk.” And my wife nods in agreement.

If my wife does see Jamie, I’m going to have to re-prove my masculinity to her as recently she told me, “Did you know that Jamie is being considered as the next James Bond?”  

How can I compete?

We arrive tomorrow in Edinburgh, where we will spend the first five days walking, walking, and walking while exploring, exploring, and exploring. (My wife and I try to get 25,000 to 30,000 steps a day.)

I hope to see a castle in the heart of the city that everyone talks about, a historic network of underground passages, and the shopping areas on Princes Street where I can peruse things like kilts—that I would never purchase.

I also want to solve the age-old mystery of what men wear under kilts, but I’m not sure how I will do this as I don’t want to look.

This Interruption lacks the profundity of spiritual and Biblical insight that we’ve learned to expect. I’ll get more serious tomorrow when I write about the Scottish theologian John Knox.

Between then and now, my wife and I will head to the Dayton airport, then to Atlanta, then a nine-hour flight to Edinburgh, and finally a taxi to our hotel, arriving late Thursday morning.  

Keep us in your prayers. Send me suggestions for my trip, if you have been to Scotland. I’ll post photographs taken by my wife and let all of us ask God that she controls herself if she sees Jamie.

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