american goes to france

aix-en-provence

in two days, I am headed to france. I have been there before, as it was a great experience-but for some reason, this time around, I am nervous. Before I was headed there wide-eyed and excited, not knowing anything about Europe. I gave lip service to the fact that it is a spiritually dry country; even as I walked off the plane, however, I was excited and expected much. Every day we went out and engaged in spiritual conversations with students in the university's park. Funny thing is, hardly any of the conversations were spiritual. It didnt phase me though. I wasnt aware of the many decades of secular thought that each and every student had been immersed in. I wasnt aware of the despair that even non-believers in the states know France to be characteristic of. But I faithfully engaged in conversation, and I met the greatest students, having very signifigant conversations. This time, as I go, I am aware of the despair. I am aware, and in fact studied, the philosophies that so guide and direct the thought of each person in France. I know how secular the country really is. I know how opposed they are, even at a very sincere level, of a faith that involves miracles, bodily ressurection, and spiritual realities. I know more now, four years later, and it scares me. I am apprehensive going--and I know why. I am not trusting the Lord, that He might--even in nine days, orchestrate conversations, interactions, even set in the hearts of those going, and myself, the pressing need for people in France long term. The Redeemer desires and will reconcile french men and women to His name. I know the opposition better this time, that is really all it comes down to. And frankly, the opposition scares me. But praise be to God, who promises never to forsake me. Praise be to God, who has already secured his perfect bride. Praise God, for the victory over the opposition that was claimed in Christ's death. There is no getting around the gospel. It keeps me. It keeps me.