Blow the trumpets over San Marino

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4 November 2012

It was Sunday, in a suburb of Milan. The previous evening we arrived from Switzerland and had spent the night with a host family. They were the young couple, who were also with us when we blew the trumpets in Rome, who wanted to accompany us on this trip as well. The four-hour journey southwards to San Marino began in wet, cloudy and cold conditions, driving sometimes fast and sometimes crawling along the crowded three-lane motorway. It was good to know that we were being protected by angels on this journey. As we approached Bologna the volume of ftraffic reduced and the weather brightened up. By Rimini when we looked inland (on the other side was the sea), we could see San Marino on a nearby hill. Our host, who was drving very fast, pointed the car purposefully in this direction. After a few fruitless attempts to find a church in the internet, we decided to do that which we had originally heard, to lookout for one from on high. So we followed the road up until we came to a walled town , where we parked our cars. We strode through a guarded gate, like an entrance into a „kingdom“. After a short prayer to God, we spoke with the guard at the gate (also belongs to the kingdom story!). Despite nodding a few times as he heard our message, he declined to blow the trumpets with us; he was on duty (no surprise – we’ve heard that somwhere before!) Slowly we climbed up the narrow cobbled street. Souvenir shops and small restaurants invited us to enter und to consume. Further on we arrived at Liberty Square and a bit further we came to a Basilica (Church) with a pillared entrance. It was light, airy and modern with a statue of Jesus (not on the cross), on one foot ready to spring, with his arms stretching out in front of Him. In front of the statue but behind a pillar a man was busy, We spoke with him. (He was making preparations for the next day, Otherwise he would not have been there.). After he had listened carefully to our message, he was prepared to blow the trumpets with us. Halleluja.
It was already 3.00 p.m. and we were hungry. After a simple but tasty pasta. we joined the homeward-bound traffic, which was also quite tiring. We arrived back in the suburb of Milan late in the evening, enjoyed a fine home-made spaghetti with Gorgonzola and thankfully retired to bed. Next morning we continued on our round trip to Monte Carlo.

Wishing you a heartfelt Shalom.


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