Over the years, Tim and I have collaborated on five teaching
videos, taking us from Lutheran-funded hospitals in Papua New Guinea
to the room where Martin Luther translated the Bible from Latin to
the people’s German (...really annoying the pope).
For this video (similar to an earlier one on St. Paul), Tim
filmed places around the eastern Mediterranean where Peter had lived
and worked. We planned to have me “host” the video in Rome by
filming (over two days) about 20 “on-camera” bits at the Vatican and
in generic ancient settings.
Filming on St. Peter's Square is always thrilling, with a
backdrop of the greatest church in Christendom and so much rich
Church history to share. While the square is a crowded mess through
midday, it is glorious — rich colors, striking architecture warmly
lit by a low sun, and no crowds — early and late. That’s when we
filmed there.
(Of course, there is the nagging issue of whether St. Peter ever
even went to Rome. Scholars differ on this. And as Lutherans, we
didn’t want to anger Roman Catholics by questioning the veracity of
the claim that Peter is buried under St. Peter's Basilica. We
proceeded as if the tradition itself of Peter’s work and death there
authenticated the story.)
We needed distinct and evocative sites for each of our 15 generic
ancient setting on-camera performances. We tried for Ostia Antica,
but failed to get permission (without paying the $3,000 fee that
they asked). Finally the people at Hadrian’s Villa gave us
permission, supporting our church’s educational work (but didn’t
quite understand why we were “filming St. Peter” at a place he
certainly never visited). As it turned out, Hadrian’s Villa was much
better than Ostia Antica would have been for our needs.
Tim and I scouted the site and set out to shoot all the
on-cameras. It was an exhilarating day and we were both happy with
the work. Exhausted, we returned to our hotel and went out for a
celebratory dinner.
Later that evening, Tim knocked on my hotel room door with panic
and horror on his face. He asked me if I had seen a videocassette.
One was missing.
It was the nightmare of every TV producer: While working at his
laptop, he had knocked three tapes from his desk to the floor. He
bent down a bit later and picked up two. Then he joined me for our
pasta and red wine.
Rome is not a place where garbage moves fast...unless you dropped
a precious videocassette into a trash bin. While we were out, the
maid came in and emptied the garbage into a big plastic bag that
went outside...and then, with incredibly bad luck, the garbage truck
came and went.
We got lovely Annamaria from our hotel (The Aberdeen) to go into
her building’s garbage room. With plastic gloves on, she emptied
bags on the floor, analyzing the empty jugs and so on to determine
which bags were from Hotel Aberdeen. All her bags had already been
picked up and taken to the Rome dump. Heroically, Annamaria and her
husband actually drove to the dump...only to find that all had been
smashed together. Our cassette was hopelessly lost.
Tim felt so bad, considering how hard we had worked. We just
agreed not to punish ourselves, changed our morning flights home,
and arranged to return to Hadrian’s Villa to re-shoot the 15
on-cameras...which were absolutely critical to the production.
Back at Hadrian’s Villa, the weather was as good as the earlier
day. But there was a different man in charge. We explained our story
(with the help of our gracious driver and Annamaria on the phone).
The bureaucrats running the site seemed to enjoy watching this
humbled American film crew begging for a chance to enter and reshoot
our lost bits. They said no.
I couldn’t believe this. The light was perfect. We were permitted
the day before. I had a flight that night to Turkey. And the gate
was closed to us and our camera. We sat there looking like abandoned
little puppies, sad faces, trying to stay cool...until noon, when
they finally agreed to let us in “as tourists” and re-do our work.
With time ticking away, Tim and I lined up all 15 stops
efficiently and, with precision focus, re-shot the entire list. The
work went perfectly, and I was impressed by how easy it was to call
back the lines I had previously memorized. I think my performance
was actually better this time around. By 3:00 p.m., we had shot the
last bit — just in time for me to zip out to the airport and resume
my itinerary in Istanbul.
Tim flew home with all the footage to complete his St. Peter
video. A week later, I was home and recorded the general voice
track. Within about a month, the project was compete and a new
teaching video was in the mail to all 11,000 ELCA Lutheran churches.
Our friends at the ELCA website have organized all the videos Tim
and I have done into one fun page at