Last weekend, I had to pop out to a little community about a 1/2 hour from here to pick up Dominic who had been celebrating a friend’s birthday. That drive took me to the heart of a teeny-tiny little French village, about as typical as they come, along the Vienne River…. (the same river that runs through Châtellerault). Today’s feature picture is from that village. Welcome to Bonneuil Matours!
No, we haven’t had snow yet. In fact, I even had to mow the grass down at the church this week. Nonetheless, today does feel like a snow day. Let me explain…
Don’t ask me how it happened, but my calendar was indicating that this was a Bible School weekend. I’d just gotten back from teaching in Poitiers and was about a 1/2 hour from leaving for the 3hr drive. Dominic was planning to come with and was pulling his stuff together when we realized that Bible School was in fact next weekend. My calendar was incorrect.
I have no idea how my wires got crossed, but all of a sudden I’m feeling like a kid back in Canada who just woke up to find out that school had been cancelled due to snow. What I thought was going to be an exhausting weekend (because I’ve been fighting another bad cold the past 5 days) all of a sudden was wide open.
It may be a Christmas Tree kind of day… we’ll see.
Sophie finished up her week of volunteering at one of the local seniors’ homes. She kind of floated really, helping out where & when they needed a hand.
She worked on a couple of easy crafts with them including a paper snowflake. One lady, Mme Proust, who has recently celebrated her 101st birthday, was so taken with it that Sophie gave her the one she was working on as a belated birthday present. She was so touched that she asked Soph to come over so she could give her “une bise” (a kiss).
It’s a blessing that Soph is so at ease with elders. Even back in Canada that was the case. Lord, may your name be lifted up through those connections.
Mme Proust is also a cousin to Stephanie, a lady who we baptized last year… who also works at the seniors’ home and to whom Liz is continuing to teach a home bible study.
She and her husband have an apartment in the same building as the seniors’ residence and so Soph was able to go up there for lunch and Liz had a Bible study there on Thursday.
It’s neat how, through one or two people, the Lord unlocks a number of other connections and opportunities.
Which brings me to the notion of…
In this little town of Bonneuil Matours, where I picked up Dominic, it was a dark & rainy night, but the local church tower was lit up and visible across the river.
Ever curious, we ventured through the narrow, drizzle-drenched streets until, at an unsuspecting corner, we looked to our right to see the church lit up for Christmas (top pic).
A small village church, on a tiny public square, in a teeny village – yet it had caught my eye and drawn me in by her lights in the night.
You know those things that you had to have on in the hallway or the bathroom at night when you were young (or maybe not so young)?
What do they represent, if not a source of reassurance and potentially guidance… to help you navigate the darkness of night.
Just like the lights of Bonneuil Matours, the Christian is called to be light in darkness. If and as the Lord is at work in us, that spark of light should draw people in. They should be curious and want to explore more fully. And what they find should be for them a source of reassurance and potentially guidance.
Just like Sophie at the seniors’ home, or Liz in the Bible Study, or me in the classroom… Lord, please work in us so that your light shines through and draws men & women unto you.
That’s why we’re here.
That’s why we value your financial support and your prayer.
Together, we’re being night lights.
God bless you this week!