Waiting

A friend who is far away on the other side of the planet shared this in an email today.

Waiting is not irresponsible

Waiting is not passive

Waiting means not taking charge to shape things the way we think they should be…

It seems that waiting allows emergence of startling new graces and produces an anticipation that keeps us alert to His promptings. 

Meanwhile everything that comes our way we do as with all our hearts and for His glory. Our hearts may “quiver” but the promise still holds…tarry until the Spirit comes…

First Confrontation!

Late last week I was cussed out by a bus driver for pushing the "Arrêt Demandé" (Stop, Please) button one stop too early. I had confused the stops and for some inexplicable reason it so angered the bus driver he refused to pull away from the curb and began shouting at me, waving his arms and making it quite clear what he thought of me. I tried to apologize but he would have none of it. I thought for a moment he was going to go so far as to make me get off the bus. 

     Another passenger, disheveled, unshaven and bleary eyed, lent his own muttered abuse to the situation. Most of the passengers either tried to remain invisible or smiled sheepishly at me as if to say, "Oh, well." He finally pulled away and rolled to the next stop, still yelling, gesticulating and making rude hand gestures. Someone else got off at my stop so I made haste to depart as meekly as possible for fear the door would shut before I could leap to safety. I walked to about thirty feet ahead of the bus and glanced over my shoulder only to discover the driver still going at it. The bus just sat there as he continued to scold me. 

     I finally turned around, held my hands out to my side, palms up in supplication—bowed, and for the final time said, "What can I do? I'm sorry." I then turned and walked away. I'm sure he couldn't here the, "So sue me!" that slipped out as the bus roared past.

     The whole scene embarrassed me more than angered me, and as I walked to my destination the ridiculousness of the situation got the better of me. I'm still laughing about it.

     It does make one wonder what really caused that whole scene. What was at the core of such a public display? I will probably never know. You can be sure I'll watch my stops a little more carefully in the future.   —Russell

The following are excerpts from an article: frenchfriends.info. I found it very helpful for me as a resource to teach English this coming Wednesday. The French call Easter - Pâques. Even though the Catholic church may only have 1 priest for 27 parishes in some areas in northern France, their churches are still in the center of the villages and may be run by the laity even though they don't have a Mass or the sacraments which only the priests can do. There will probably be be some kind of service on Easter. The protestants will have a Pâques service and we will be involved with the Magny church. Already church folks, including ourselves, prepared a song in two parts, women and men singing without a book in front of us. Baptiste is very confident in his little choir. I wish I was. I did enjoy our practice. There might be about 16 of us. - Carol

French Easter (Pâques) Traditions

Easter is celebrated in France much as it is in America, with various religious ceremonies commemorating the rebirth of Jesus, and cultural customs having to do with rabbits, chocolates and eggs.

No city, village or town is without a Catholic church. (Once in a while there are some protestant churches too. - Carol) Many of them date back to the twelfth century or before. Most churches have a bell, which is rung joyfully throughout the year marking various events and the passage of time.  On the Thursday before Good Friday, all church bells in France are silenced in acknowledgement of Jesus' death.  In fun, children are told that the bell's chimes have flown to Rome to see the Pope. Easter morning, the bells ring out once again in celebration of the Resurrection, declaring that Jesus is alive again.  In some villages, people kiss and embrace one another when they hear the bells ring.

Easter morning is a happy time for children who wake to look for colorfully decorated Easter eggs (les oeufs de Pâques) hidden in their gardens, homes and playgrounds.  Parents tell their children the eggs were brought from Rome (where the chimes had gone), and that when the chimes returned they brought the eggs with them.  In some parts of France children look for small chariots full of eggs pulled by white horses.

Unlike Americans, the French allot an extra vacation day for the Easter holiday.  Everyone gets an automatic three-day weekend which they usually use to spend time with family. Schools and universities tend to center the second spring vacation (two weeks for each of them) around Pâques as well.  Easter also marks the start of the"high" season for tourists, and hotel prices rise accordingly. A series of holidays (starting with the three-day Easter weekend) continues into May, with a trio of three-day weekends that month. Oui!

French Confiseries and Chocolatiers

As always, the French take great pride and joy in their food, and no village is without at least one or more confiseries (candy shops).  Easter is the perfect time of year for master chocolatiers to display and celebrate their delectable wares.  Great attention to detail and years of practice result in chocolate eggs that look more like works of artthan anything edible!  They are truly beautiful, and many people enjoy strolling the avenues peering into the shop windows as if they are at a museum or art show.

Poisson D'Avril (French Easter Fish)

Everyone knows of chocolate rabbits in America, but did you know the French delight in chocolate fish?  Although not directly related to Easter, poisson d'Avril are enjoyed throughout the entire Easter season. These fishy little friends start appearing in shops on April 1st, when children use paper versions to play anApril Fools type trick. The 'trick' is to stick a paper fish onto the back of as many adults as possible, then run away yelling,"Poisson d'Avril!" (April fish!).  The tradition is several centuries old.  Some say it evolved from a silly 'fish trick' where one would send an unknowing person to market to buy freshwater fish when it was not in season.  In French culture, food follows season, and even children know when (and when not!) to buy oysters!

Cloche Volant (Chocolate Flying Bells)

As mentioned above, bells play an important role in the French Easter tradition.  Candy shops sell chocolate flying bells alongside Easter eggs and bunnies, in the same way many candy shops in America sell chocolate crucifixes.  These edible bells are another nod the the resurrection of Jesus, a time for celebration, and the end of Lent.

Easter Games

Raw eggs are rolled down a gentle slope.  The surviving egg is declared a victory egg, and symbolizes the stone being rolled away from Jesus' tomb.

Children might play a game of tossing raw eggs in the air.  The first child to drop and break his egg is the loser, and in some versions, must pay a penalty (e.g. give up a piece of his Easter candy to his brothers or sisters).  This is similar to the 'egg and spoon' game we play in America, only in our version the last one to have an egg left is declared the winner, and gets an extra prize!

Getting Back on Track After Theft

We will be discovering things missing for a while yet, but I am now officially back on track with the design projects on the docket! The final step of getting my software reinstalled on our borrowed computer is done. I had to pay for the upgrade to accomplish this but the price tag was less than having to buy the software outright. Tomorrow I install fonts and should be able design and illustrate to my hearts content. We do need your prayers for the recovery of our financial software and patience and wisdom for Carol as she attempts to get our finances under control.  -Russell

We've Been Robbed!

It' been a while since our last update, partially because last Friday on the way back to Versailles from a retreat with our team, our computers and all my backup materials were stolen. There is much that is gone for good. We are in the process of gathering what remains and continuing on with our assignments.
     One bright spot in all this loss is the ever deepening relationships with people around us. We've been told that the French are very private and that it's impossible to meet our neighbors. The laptop I'm typing on was loaned to us by a sweet French couple who live below us. We are indeed blessed!
     After the dust settles we will fill you in on what else is happening-just too preoccupied at the moment.