Saturday Roger Hershey (not the chocolatier) opened with a meeting on discerning God’s desires and will for our lives. I have really come to love Hershey’s talks – he speaks with a passion for God and a desire to point us to Him that has really impacted me in my time here. Very gratefully to spend these last few days with him. After Hershey’s talk the students of Echo headed out to the Boston Commons.
When we got there a group was raising awareness to the situation in Turkey right now, unfortunately there is a media blackout in the country and it’s difficult to nail down specifics unless you know someone in the country. I was able to talk with one of the people who helped organize the event and learn more about the situation, here’s what I’ve gathered: peaceful protests over a park in Istanbul were greeted with violence, tear gas, and water cannons and the situation escalated quickly. I would encourage you to learn more, this post details it better than I could. We were able to talk with other people in the park but God really placed the people of Turkey on my heart.
After returning we were able to have dinner, another Hershey talk, and small group discussions.
Day 8 (which happens to be today, Sunday the 2nd) was our “day off” if you will from our normal routine. I went to breakfast at the Paramount in the general Beacon Hill area. One of the best breakfast places I’ve been! The line wrapped around the building and we all squeezed into a seat around a tiny table but it was so great!
From there my group headed off to the freedom trail that wraps around Boston hitting all of the major historic landmarks in the city. It is a looooong trail and you can have guides take you to certain places but we skipped that and chose to follow the brick line in the sidewalk that parked the trail and have a few of the people that’d been on it before guide us along.
First stop was the Boston Commons, then we followed the little line to Parks Street Church and the attached graveyard with notable Revolutionary War leaders buried. I’ve always loved cemeteries – they are a place of reflection, a time to remember the past, and a physical reminder of how short our time on earth can be. After Park Street Church we headed to King’s Chapel and another cemetery, the Old State House and the site of the Boston Massacre.
We drifted off the trail and headed to the Warf for a little before getting some food (clam chowder for the girl in the landlocked state!!).
Wheels up after lunch and we headed to Modern Pastry for some macaroons and a cannoli. We took the T(their public transportation that goes everywhere) back to the ZBT house. A long day in the city earned me a nap and a quick phone call home to mom and dad (and grandma and little brother).