In many ways, our world has become smaller and larger all at the same time. It appears smaller to us because of global transport and digital technology. One can at least feel as if they can reach out and touch the world, if not literally doing so. The world has become larger in the sense that the choices that our children now have before them seem infinite. They no longer need to remain within the cultural boundaries of generations past. Our children can now choose to travel the world for educational purposes; job opportunities; or just for that newly defined term called “wanderlust!”
Over the past 14 years, our thoughts about Ladies Ministries within the international church setting have blossomed & transformed. We have gone from a time of weekly bible studies where community was found within the church walls, to now experiencing that international ladies ministries need to flood over those walls and become life-on-life with one other.
As women come to Montpellier from every corner of the globe and for all types of reasons, we have the opportunity to provide a welcoming home and a fertile ground for the gospel to be rooted and lived out in the ladies’ lives. Robyn has been teaching this group of transient women over the years through bible studies, as well as, seeking to provide wise counsel throughout the week.
But going past the input of our knowledge about God, we have found that international church ladies ministries is a dynamic test tube to communicate that in fact, we serve a living, faithful and watchful God. Most of the women have left family and friends to live in Montpellier for a set period of time. They have set aside culture and comfortability and therefore, sometimes can struggle with one’s understanding of God and His love for them personally. So ladies ministries revolves around not only biblical knowledge about our God, but daily life-on-life experiences and conversations that help to “flesh out” that reality.
This year, Montpellier has been awarded the #2 Incubator City of the World for Business Innovation and we feel that in some way our small group of ladies has its own incubator element. Women are able, in a loving environment, to wrestle with the truths of the Gospel as they hear the Word of God taught and as they are able to see with their own eyes what the Word says. But then as they encounter spiritual conversations or the hardships that expat living provides, it is then that “spiritual roots” are able to go down deep into the soil of God’s marvelous love and our prayer is that they “may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that [they] may be filled with all the fullness of God.“ (Eph.3:18-19) … With the end result that Christ would be glorified in the church and to the ends of the earth!
Thanksgiving. I grew up with a certain concept of what Thanksgiving looked like in my family. Each time this holiday rolled around, my mom would be preparing a few days in advance for the family celebration that would occur. On Thanksgiving Day, all my aunts, uncles and cousins would gather at one of my relative's home and we would spend the entire day enjoying each other’s company, the food that was prepared, the football games on the television and the various table games that would ensue a few hours later. What a brave aunt I had that she would invite such a gangly crew of us to invade her home in the middle of November in upstate NY! Many a year we came fitted with snow boots and gloves on ourselves and with snow tires already placed on the cars. All 80-some people would traipse through those doors bringing the snow and cinders and would be greeted by the chattering in the kitchen or the men discussing the football games that had already begun. We came to celebrate family and holiday, but most of all we came as a family to thank the Lord in heaven for all His provisions that past year. Thanksgiving.
Years later, a continent away, and another setting entirely, John and I brought our church family together to share with them the traditions us Americans grew up with in celebrating this special day. One would have laughed if they were to have followed us around Thanksgiving week! From going to the butcher and ordering 3 turkeys and hearing the “Ah oui! La grande fête pour les Americans.” Oui. C’est ça. And then bringing those beautiful French turkeys home and immediately seeing they must have been “runners” because their legs would just not fit in our standard-sized oven! Désolé, mais… off come the legs! (I secretly named them Louis I, II & III)
Another element that we wanted to bring to the table to share with people was that strange entity called cranberry sauce. How great is some homemade cranberry sauce with the turkey, stuffing and gravy? It brings just that needed tartness to the entire meal. Unfortunately, this is one berry that needs to be imported in France and is hard to find. So, six stores later I eyed just a few containers of cranberries, did a little jig in the store and proceeded to scoop them all up. Perfect!
Now for dessert… Did you know that Libby’s canned pumpkin is not found readily outside the United States? I laugh because I grew up on the convenience of Libbys, but have found I enjoy the real pumpkin purée so much better than my old friend, Libby. However, when you are cooking for a crowd, convenience takes priority. So we turned to the classic apple!
But you know, even though there is excitement in sharing one’s culture with the people around you, there is a greater thrill to be able to share one’s deep thankfulness to the Creator God for all that He has done. What a joy to be able express thankfulness to God for His faithfulness in generations past and for His faithfulness to generations yet to come. During the course of the night, John had us all read Psalms 100 together. And verse 1 commands “Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth!” All the earth… Being thankful to God is a characteristic that all people’s of the earth are to exude. For us that know Christ personally, wherever we live around the world, we have the honor of walking daily through life with a thankful heart.
As I reflected on this truth throughout the night, I realized that I was not really sharing the ultimate Thanksgiving experience with these wonderful people. They already had that opportunity each and every day on their own - to be thankful and to walk in that thankfulness. I was instead just sharing with them a traditional day in my culture that would help to turn our hearts toward thankfulness. … and also maybe sharing the oddity of cranberry sauce!
I am a novice gardener, with an emphasis on the word “novice.” There is something therapeutic for me to be working outside in the garden, rather than tending to the needed desk work that seems to be always piled high. Call me crazy, but when we lived in Chicago and were renting an older home, my thrill was to get on the riding lawnmower and mow the 3 acre yard! Maybe it had to do with the enjoyment of putting in the earplugs and shutting the world out or maybe it was the idea that this was my 2 hour escape from the life of being a young mom? It probably was both. ;)
But as we have come to southern France, I have continued my love for the garden and have enjoyed getting to know the various plants that grow well in this soil. And as Fall has arrived, it has come time to get out and survey the damage caused by the severe lack of rain, high temperatures, and an unexpected hospital stay this past summer.
My attention was focused this past week on a certain bed that needed immense work. In years past it has been filled with lavender plants. But because of the combination of us being gone for 7 weeks, high temperatures here in the area and the plants being the perfect height for our dog to relieve himself on, the poor plants needed to be replaced. However, as John and I began to work the soil, discouragement began to set in for me. The hard earth was filled with rocks of every size that were interspersed with weeds that I’m sure have their root system all the way to China! The soil was so difficult to manage and till.
Yet, as I was working with the hoe in my hand, my thoughts began to think of the spiritual fields here in Montpellier, as well as all over the world. The spiritual ground at times can be like cement as the world’s persistent voices and opinions speak so loudly to us. Our hearts grow hard and some of those pesky “roots” of wrong decisions or bad habits make the “soil” of our lives visibly rough.
But God calls us to faithfully persist in hoeing the solid ground of our hearts and replenishing it with the needed nutrients and rich dirt that God so generously supplies. With these commands in view, John and I continue to till the soil here in Montpellier. We keep picking up the needed utensils to break up the fallow ground of our own hearts and then also coming along side those God has given us to serve. But we not only seek to faithfully hoe the ground, but we want to make sure that the needed nutrients of God’s Word is being poured lavishly into the soil so that the ground of people’s hearts would produce the most beautiful and fragrant “spiritual” garden for the Lord’s glory and pleasure.
As I continued working in the flower bed in our yard that day, my thoughts no longer lingered over the hardness of the ground, but my eyes began to see the end result of the fragrant lavender that will begin to grow and blossom in this rocky, clay soil. My mind likens it to the fragrance that I have delighted in as I have watched people who have turned to the One and True God and have allowed the Master Gardener to till up the fallow ground of their hearts and produce in them a fragrance that is none other than heavenly. … Oh, how fragrant heaven will be!
Keeping my eyes on the end goal changes the way I view today’s hard work in the “fields.”
“… and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith…” (Hebrews 12:1-2)
Springtime. It is only one word, but yet so many thoughts tend to come to the forefront of our minds when we linger over the memories of this season.
Springtime in the south of France is one of the loveliest times of the year. Flowers are blooming, trees are budding and everything is green. Because this is a semi-arid area, the summer months bring less of the color green and more of the earthy tones of browns and yellows, with just splashes of color here and there. But for right now, vivid "green" is on display for all to see.
On my daily walks, I have been struck by not only the new budding plants and weeds, but also by the textures that they display in our world. With the beautiful green weeds growing right alongside the wild roses or the quintessential red poppies of the South, one needs to stop and just look at the beauty that is found in the “texture” of the picture.
This image of texture in nature, draws me to linger on the correlation of texture that we find in our ministry to the international community here in the region. People from all over the world come to our city and what a wonderful sight it is to behold. Just sitting on our city tram and observing people, one can take in a myriad of cultures, languages and ethnic differences. Much can be learned about a culture by just sitting, listening and watching!
But for me, as much as I enjoy seeing the “texture” that is displayed by the people around me as I walk into the city center, it does not compare with the beauty showcased in the depth of “texture” as I walk through the doors of our church. That is beauty, my friend. Not because we have all the elements that make for grandeur or elegance in our facility. No, instead the beauty actually comes from those who walk through the doors with us. People from every tribe, nation and language, worshipping the Lord together. Unity amidst diversity… Beauty found in the texture…
We have often described our ministry as a small glimpse of heaven. John and I will recount to people the vivid image of the scene set in Revelation 7 where those who know Christ as their Savior will be found worshipping at His feet and around His throne - A myriad of people from every tribe, nation and tongue. What a humbling honor and extreme privilege we have to be able to catch a glimpse - if just only a fleeting glimpse - of what God will see before Him on that day… beauty found in the “texture!”
Spring has arrived or at least that is what the calendar currently tells us! The rain during the month of March broke long-standing records in our area, but they also have helped to water the spring flowers that we have been desiring to see as we look for visible signs that the long winter is over.
One of those "signs" that I look for each spring to tell me that winter has retreated is the budding of the poppies. I don’t know what it is that attracts me to these beautiful flowers for they do not differ in their colors, at all. There is only one color that dots the countryside and that is the color “red.” For me, just seeing one of these beauties standing alone beside the road nestled in the bright green grass with a clear blue sky above is enough to tell me that “Yes … indeed winter is over!”
This fascination with poppies actually began when we first arrived here in France. I was so enthralled by this tiny and delicate wonder that I really wanted to have one in my own tiny garden. Being one who would rather find something for “free” rather than pay for it, I proceeded to look for just the right specimen to call my own and bring it home! So one day I went equipped with a tiny shovel and a bag on my bike to gather up my new find along a back road. I dug carefully around the entire plant and gently placed it in the bag for safekeeping.
During the entire “gathering & transplanting process” I was greeted by many stares from people who were passing by me, however I did my best to try and ignore them and focus on replanting my new spring flower. It was days later that after talking with some of my French friends that I realized that these tiny little wonders of creation that encourage my spirit so much after a long winter were actually viewed by the French people much like I would view a dandelion that would appear in my yard back home. It was at this point that I began to understand why I received so many stares while planting my poppy! I, who was being so careful and gentle with this delicate flower so as not to disturb it’s root system, was actually just transplanting the local weed!
I can confidently say that I have learned my lesson in regards to the poppy. Sometimes the Lord only desires for me to gaze on the beauty of His creation, instead of trying to replicate it somewhere else. It was never meant to be duplicated, but was given to us as another opportunity to thank the Lord for His beauty in creation & His faithfulness to us as we pass from one season to another. Winter will disappear … spring will arrive and all the beauty that comes with it. The poppy no longer draws my heart to want to capture it, but to glorify the Maker of it!
There are days in life when you just have to stop and watch what the Lord is doing in the lives of the people around you. Yesterday was such a day.
I stood, with camera in hand, taking in all the activity that was surrounding me. We were celebrating as a church the baptism of two individuals and the Lord’s work of salvation. How does one illustrate through photography the movement of the Lord in the lives of people? Ministering in an international context as we do, how does one intentionally grasp each moment to plant seeds for God’s Kingdom in an environment which is in a constant state of movement?
There was a point yesterday as our church stood at the edge of the sea watching the baptism take place that I just needed to stop. This was a sacred moment. A moment amongst hundreds of thousands of moments where John and I have been seeking to serve here in Montpellier.
Sometimes it is so normal in a fast-paced society to want to grasp and hold onto people and experiences for as long as we can. How exciting it is to be able to obtain that communicative photo for Instagram so that you can remember the good times for years to come! Yet, yesterday I took a moment to look out over the people surrounding me - people from South Sudan to England and from Indonesia to Vancouver, Canada. People who are just passing through my life for a season. Still here we were on the same beach, witnessing the same wonderful event of newly surrendered lives in Christ, and praising the same God for whom together we will all bow before one day.
So I stopped. I stopped looking for that great photo shot to express the day. I stopped fussing with the food table to make sure it was replenished. And I just took in that sacred moment. This was God at work and I was given the opportunity to witness it.
As John and I continue to try to live & serve intentionally here in France, we lift our hands up praising the God who is alive today and is still moving in the hearts of people. Yet, we also want to keep those hands opened. Opened - so as to allow God to move people in and out of our lives as He sees fit … so that His Kingdom can be advanced around the world.
To be honest, as the day progressed I did continue to look for that photo to express the day & I did continue to fuss with the food table. (no big surprise!) But now I had a renewed sense of God’s presence, knowing that He is building His Kingdom and we have the privilege of watching Him do it!
This is the sacredness of international church ministry.
February 2nd... Having grown up in NY just over the border from Pennsylvania, I believed that when this particular day rolled around each year the entire world would stop and honor a selected groundhog, named Phil, who resided in the small town of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. I imagined that the people around the globe waited as the officials would ask Phil how much longer their winter would last? But in fact, this is not true! The world does not stop and seek the advice of a furry rodent on how long they will need to wait until Spring. ;)
Having said this though, I do not mean that here in France February 2nd is not to be celebrated or that weather predication for an early spring is not forecasted. Just like in the states, various signs will cause people to predict the length of the winter & when we can look forward to having some warmer weather. The French just look to the skies on this day to forecast their predications, rather than to a groundhog named Phil.
February 2nd, also named "La Chandeleur," is a holiday that goes all the way back to the 5th century and has religious roots. Church tradition stated that this date marked the day when Jesus was presented at the temple in Jerusalem. Because of this, the pope at that time proclaimed a procession through the streets and proceeded to hand out a crêpe-like delicacy to the poor pilgrims.
Voila! La Chandeleur was born ... a day to eat crêpes, laden with various toppings and fillings and then to stand outside & determine with the rest of your neighbors by looking at the skies just how long you will have to wait until those poppies begin to show their red petals proclaiming that spring has arrived! (truth be told... we might just pull out that Bill Murray film celebrating the day while we eat our crêpes ... just seems appropriate.)
Do some seasons of life cause an involuntary reflex action from you? Call me weird, but for some reason when there is excessive change surrounding my life I seem to take comfort in rearranging the furniture! John will the leave the house and come back wondering what in the world is going on as the entire livingroom is no longer the same in any fashion!
Change. One word - yet a myriad of feelings (& actions) are brought to the surface on any given day.
In every international church planting ministry, “change” is a constant reality as people come for short stints of time abroad for either work or study. Our church is able to greet these newcomers, welcome them into our lives and help serve them in their spiritual needs - all the while pointing them to Christ who is the One that molds people into His image.
It has been the joy of our lives to minister to so many people from around the world these past 12 years! Truly… the joy of our lives! Think of it: You are having an open prayer time within the church service and people will begin praying in their mother tongue - praising the God who is worthy! Or during the coffee time, before and after service, you overhear people speaking to one another in their native language, encouraging each other as they seek to live well in another culture. And then on a totally selfish level, think of what a church potluck dinner looks like! The table is laden with a plethora of delicacies to sample from around the world! It puts a smile on my face every time. ;)
As the years have passed, we as a family have enjoyed ministering together at the International Chapel of Montpellier. Our children were 15, 12 & 8 when they arrived in France back in 2004. However, 2017 proves to be the year where “change” will even occur within our walls, as the kids will all now leave France and the ministry here and minister where God has called them around the world.
“Change.” One of my good friends once told me when the winds are swirling around you, stand still. Don’t react, just wait. I have found this excellent advice throughout the years as pastoral ministry can be difficult at times. I also find that in the midst of the storm winds, my eyes need to be looking up - up into the eyes of my never-changing Father. It is here in the eye of the storm called “change” that I can find rest, peace & joy. Even if outside my doors chaos is causing instability all around me, I can still have total joy and peace knowing there is One who will NOT be changing today OR tomorrow. He will NOT be moving, but will always be there to surround me with His constant love.
So as we look forward to 2017 and the winds of “change” swirl around us from all sides, pray that John and I would be continually looking into the eyes of Jesus, who is “the same yesterday and today and forever” so that we can continue to spread His message of hope to the nations.
Until that day when I meet my Lord face to face, it might be time for me to rearrange some more furniture. You don’t happen to need any help moving some around, do you? ;)
Tradition… tradition! (cue the “Fiddler on the Roof” music)
No matter where you live or what family you live in, traditions will always be present. Having spent the past 12 years in southern France, we have had the opportunity of observing and participating in a host of events that help mark time in our part of the world. As we come into the Christmas season, I thought I would open our door and allow you to peek into an area tradition that we wholeheartedly embrace & enjoy.
In France, Christmas dinner is served on December 24 (Le Réveillon de Noël) and is a tradition in and of itself. It will last for hours into the night, providing the hostess an opportunity to display her delicious specialities for the entire family to see. However here in the South, the long meal is followed by the observance of serving a variety of 13 desserts, which symbolizes Christ and His 12 disciples. That’s right… count them…. Thirteen desserts to choose from. These desserts will be a mixture of nuts, berries, nougat, pastries with the capstone piece being the “bûche de Noël.
But amongst these 13 desserts, there is one that always captures John’s and my attention. It is not the flashy mousses or pastries that do us in. No, its happens to be the unpretentious chocolate disk called the “mendiant.” This little chocolate delight’s origins go all the way back to the Middle Ages where it represented the various monastic orders and the colored robes the monks would wear. Here where we live, one will normally see an almond, a hazelnut and a pistachio on the top of this delicious disk. Interestingly, the translation for “mendiant” in English is “beggar.” The monks would live a charity-based life and this traditional morsel has lived on throughout the generations, representing their life choice.
For me, as I gladly take part in embracing this yearly tradition of buying the Christmas mediant, I sometimes think that I too, am like a beggar - humbly sitting & watching as another Christmas goes by and thinking of my God’s generous love for me. He left the throne room of heaven to come here to earth as a baby, so that one day we could live for all of eternity in His presence. Yes, I will gladly relate to the analogy of this mendiant or beggar who freely & wholeheartedly rushes to the Father’s feet to receive His mercy and grace. In fact, that's the whole point of the entire Christmas story - our desperate need & our Savior's lavish love.
So as I sit sipping my afternoon coffee & finishing off my Christmas mendiant I think, “Traditions are never out-of-date or even boring when they involve spiritual reflection & chocolate!”
Christmas is such a wonderful time of year…! No matter what continent you live on, there are always thrilling Christmas festivities to be found in every culture around the world. Here in France, the local Christmas markets are a wonder to behold. Each year the decorations and the vendors are a little different, helping to entice people to stop by their stand and linger a bit. At the market, there are a myriad of possible gifts to purchase, roasted chestnuts to eat and chocolate samples to try. It makes for a really magical evening!
But as I think about Christmas this year, my mind isn't always focused on the events of the season that are coming ever so quickly. Instead, I am finding myself anticipating this coming Sunday when our church will begin celebrating the season of Advent. Each week now during our services, we will be reading passages of Scripture to remind us not only of our Lord's miraculous birth, but also of his Second Coming to Earth. And as my thoughts continue, I find myself imagining that I am like a child at Christmas time, only instead of sitting in front of a tree laden with gifts waiting to open that special surprise, I am instead in front of a frosty windowpane looking outside, anticipating my Savior’s soon arrival.
It’s true that women can sometimes be frustrated with their small children or grandchildren who will unintentionally place smudgy fingerprints onto their otherwise clean windows. (Who enjoys cleaning windows nowadays?) But what if we were like those children as we wait for our Lord? What if we were so excited about His return that we remained in front of the window gazing intently at the skies, so enthralled in the confidence of His coming that we pressed our faces to the window in anticipation?
Christmas ... As I am thinking of Christmas and all the festivities that come with the season, my heart and my mind are stopping for a moment and reflecting on a specific question. "What type of person do I truly want to be?" For me ... I want so much to be like that faith-filled child with my hands and nose pressed against that window, just waiting and watching - so close to the window that my fingerprints can be clearly seen!
Come join me ... Let's make a mess of those windows as we anticipate with expectant hearts that wonderful day that will soon be here! =)
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