You are My Sunshiiiiiine, My Only Sunshiiiiine...you make me happyyyyyyy when skies are graaaay.
So...I didn't include a really cool experience last week because the Andersen conference in Nice just blew everything else out of the water. Allow me to briefly report our experience teaching twenty-five retired folks in a community English class the restoration. Basically, we were two Americans invited to speak at this class...and, as inevitably predicted, the class let it turn into a heated religious discussion (which was unfortunate because we had a guitar with us and were asked beforehand to sing folk songs with them). While we kept very calm and simply explained the origin of our church, immediately when we testified of Christ's authority being restored after many years of being lost after the death of his apostles, whispers and giggles busted throughout the room. I have literally never felt so close to understanding how Christ himself felt as He taught His disciples that eventually turned away because of their misunderstanding. It's kind of weird that I could look at this situation that way, as a blessing, I mean. Among the myriad of instantaneous arguments challenging my beliefs, I could feel Christ giving me a reassurance that I was standing right where I should be and that I shouldn't move. I can't really explain the feeling much further, especially over the internet, but know that I know the things I teach to people in broken French everyday are true.
So...I didn't include a really cool experience last week because the Andersen conference in Nice just blew everything else out of the water. Allow me to briefly report our experience teaching twenty-five retired folks in a community English class the restoration. Basically, we were two Americans invited to speak at this class...and, as inevitably predicted, the class let it turn into a heated religious discussion (which was unfortunate because we had a guitar with us and were asked beforehand to sing folk songs with them). While we kept very calm and simply explained the origin of our church, immediately when we testified of Christ's authority being restored after many years of being lost after the death of his apostles, whispers and giggles busted throughout the room. I have literally never felt so close to understanding how Christ himself felt as He taught His disciples that eventually turned away because of their misunderstanding. It's kind of weird that I could look at this situation that way, as a blessing, I mean. Among the myriad of instantaneous arguments challenging my beliefs, I could feel Christ giving me a reassurance that I was standing right where I should be and that I shouldn't move. I can't really explain the feeling much further, especially over the internet, but know that I know the things I teach to people in broken French everyday are true.
Have a great week! I
love each of you like a French pastry. Pastry of the week: The Gourmandise.
Just so you know.
Sœur Green
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| We give pop rocks to kids here... and then film their reactions. |
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| Did an awesome exchange with Sœur Luthi in Bordeaux this week; it was nice to see it again after a whole year. |
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| We teach a family that lives in centerville...so we get to go... all the time.... |
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| Tomatoes, mozzarella, and the beloved gourmandise. God bless France. |
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| This is what happens Sunday night when you forget to buy toilet paper on P-day. |
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| Oh, I might have done another in exchange in Toulouse as well. The church is growing so fast there that God blesses them with this sky every night. :) |
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