"There is a difference between manufacturing the Christian life and manifesting the life of Christ among you."--JR Vassar
<<Ah, la Bible! Moi, aussi!>> was my landlady's response when she saw the French Bible that I bought for two Euros. I knew I'd like her. It's funny that when there's a language barrier where some things might get lost in translation or culture, the Holy Spirit connects Madame and I. I just got back from a time spent at "my café" called Au Fidèle Berger. It didn't take too long for me to find a place to call my own. The cafe offers an array of chocolates, desserts, and of course the espresso that is sweet to the taste. I mostly love the setting of this little place. It's found under a arched, stone walkway out of the sun and onlookers, but I can people watch as much as I'd please.
At Au Fidèle Berger I was just expressing to the Lord how I feel about the size of a pea in this country, not any less-significant, but saddened by lack of fellowship. Lo' and behold, <<Voilà>> as the French would say, Madame begins confessions of faith in the stairwell as soon as I get home. Seriously, of all the places the Lord could have put me, He decides to bless me with a light blue room (blue's my favorite color), balcony with a view, and a landlady that talks about her relationship with Jesus. Ah! How cool? I am looking forward to what God wants to do in this house and little town, even in my very heart.
As for a snippet of a different kind:
Have you ever been on a coach bus driving through the Alps? I did today, and it was...interesting? Think of the biggest bus you can find, and a road about the size of a bike path. If I had a dime for every car that backed up to let us through, well you know the rest...and to make things worse, the hair pin turns and bikers were a little peeved at us. As customary in France, the conductor honked cars, bikers, pedestrians, dogs and even babies out of the way. Naturally. Oh, and did I mention a "one way" section with construction? At one point I watched through tears in my eyes as the driver stopped to move construction rails in order to commence. Perhaps I was crying from laughter or ffrom fear of the cliffs next to us. Thankfully, I lived to taste the cheese and wine at the top of the mountain. Phew!
People watching at Au Fidèle Berger
<<Ah, la Bible! Moi, aussi!>> was my landlady's response when she saw the French Bible that I bought for two Euros. I knew I'd like her. It's funny that when there's a language barrier where some things might get lost in translation or culture, the Holy Spirit connects Madame and I. I just got back from a time spent at "my café" called Au Fidèle Berger. It didn't take too long for me to find a place to call my own. The cafe offers an array of chocolates, desserts, and of course the espresso that is sweet to the taste. I mostly love the setting of this little place. It's found under a arched, stone walkway out of the sun and onlookers, but I can people watch as much as I'd please.
At Au Fidèle Berger I was just expressing to the Lord how I feel about the size of a pea in this country, not any less-significant, but saddened by lack of fellowship. Lo' and behold, <<Voilà>> as the French would say, Madame begins confessions of faith in the stairwell as soon as I get home. Seriously, of all the places the Lord could have put me, He decides to bless me with a light blue room (blue's my favorite color), balcony with a view, and a landlady that talks about her relationship with Jesus. Ah! How cool? I am looking forward to what God wants to do in this house and little town, even in my very heart.
As for a snippet of a different kind:
Have you ever been on a coach bus driving through the Alps? I did today, and it was...interesting? Think of the biggest bus you can find, and a road about the size of a bike path. If I had a dime for every car that backed up to let us through, well you know the rest...and to make things worse, the hair pin turns and bikers were a little peeved at us. As customary in France, the conductor honked cars, bikers, pedestrians, dogs and even babies out of the way. Naturally. Oh, and did I mention a "one way" section with construction? At one point I watched through tears in my eyes as the driver stopped to move construction rails in order to commence. Perhaps I was crying from laughter or ffrom fear of the cliffs next to us. Thankfully, I lived to taste the cheese and wine at the top of the mountain. Phew!
Yes, this was the "wider" section of the road
J'adore lire tes commentaires! La France me manque tellement, mais quand je lis ton blog, j'ai l'impression d'y etre!
ReplyDeleteDonne <> a la France de ma part, S.T.P. ;)