Day 3: Today is Sunday, so we decided to attend the worship service at the French Baptist Church that meets in the same building as the language school. We don't really know anyone who attends there, most of the students seem to find their own church in the area rather than go to this one. Yet, we really enjoyed the services. Didn't understand a thing...but we enjoyed it. The place was packed. About half of the congregation was African, and the other half French. Two different worship styles, but they all blended their passion for Christ beautifully. It really was a joy to witness. In fact, in the worship service today both Niki and I had a difficult time trying to control our emotions. I think we both eventually gave up an allowed our tears to stream without worrying what everyone else was thinking of us. Listening to that crowd of people singing praises to our God, in another language, and at the top of their voices was very moving for us. Again, we didn't understand everything, but we experienced worship today unlike anything we've experienced before. Simply put...it was beautiful.
We were excited that one of the ladies Niki met at the Language School on Friday invited us to lunch. We had a great time with them and their family. They are intending to move to Marseille and do evangelism amongst the Muslim people in that area. They also gave us a lot of useful information about the process of moving to France and getting started at the language school.
After our lunch, we walked back to our hotel and just rested for a while. Since there are no evening services at the church here in Massy, we had plans to meet with Yvain (a believer we know from Paris) this evening for supper. Almost everything closes down on Sundays, so the only restaurants we could find open were McDonalds and Pizza Hut. Go figure. We chose McDonalds, and had a wonderful time of fellowship with our brother in Christ.
Although we still didn't hear any angelic choruses, I feel that God is confirming our calling to France. Today in worship, I was overjoyed to witness the love and unity in Christ amongst our French brothers and sisters. Yet, it also breaks my heart to know that there are still many places in France with a very small gospel presence. I look forward to how God will continue to guide us throughout this next week.
That's it for now. I am exhausted, and my legs are killing me.