Also known on the North American continent as "Thanksgiving."
Hello. I'm alive. And I've been informed several times this week that it's been a while since I've updated. I have nothing to say about that except that maybe I had hundreds and hundreds of pictures from Paris and stuff piling up on my memory card and I was much too intimidated to start editing so I thought it might be better to let them pile up for longer.
Don't worry, you needn't tell me how silly I am. It's been done.
So. "Sssanksgiving", as it is commonly referred to here, is exceptionally fun in France. Let me tell you why.
I've certainly been educated by the French about how one prepares a proper meal. For example, it is best to eat only one type of food at a time. Vegetables are not to be put on the same plate as a meat. And sweet and salty? They don't go together. Putting fruit in meat is weird. And some wines work better with different foods. I couldn't tell you the rules for this one. I only drink what's put in front of me. (Don't worry, there's a limit).
Needless to say, I was not a little ecstatic to do things American style. We gave the people in our conversation groups American recipes so that they could make things like sweet potato casserole and pumpkin pie and all things that are important to a traditional Thanksgiving meals. They were a little bit nervous about some of the things since they don't like to mix sweet things with vegetabley things. "You mean you put sugar in your sweet potatoes?" "But pumpkin is meant to be a soup, not a pie!" No no, my little French friends, pumpkin makes for an excellent pie. And cheeseballs and crackers? Delicious. Yes, I know cheese shaped like a ball might seem weird, but it's quite delectable for the taste buds.
The following is a rather hysterical conversation I had with one young man before the meal began:
Him: "So which course is first?"
Me: "We're doing this American style. It all goes on the same plate!"
Him: "The same plate?! But how will it fit?"
Me: "You pile it. And then go for seconds. And thirds."
Him: "But how do we know which wine to drink if we eat everything together?"
Me: "Um... Pick your favorite color." (Okay, I didn't really say that, but I should have. Instead I just said 'I dunno.')
At the end of the meal we were able to share why we celebrate Thanksgiving... to thank God for what He has given us. People shared with others nearby things that they are thankful for, something that doesn't happen in France very often. It was a God-given opportunity to get to know some of these people better and share with them some of the things that are important to us. Please pray that God would continue working in the hearts and lives of these people that we meet with every week. Only a small few out of these forty are believers.
On Sunday we're having a bilingual Christmas service with delicious Christmasy treats afterwards. We've invited all of our English groups to this as well. Pray that they will come and that hearts will respond to the gospel when the Good News is preached!