The memories and experiences are almost too much to express. I saw God in a new way, He was BIGGER than I had ever had known. I felt God’s presence in a small church more powerfully than some of the largest worship services I’ve ever attended.
We went to help this church, Eglise Chretienne de Poitiers. The church planters are friends of our home church. The Poitiers church is celebrating its 20th anniversary. Church planting in a country of centuries-0ld churches seems anachronistic. Yet a minority of citizens actually ever attend church services of any kind, during any season of the year. Protestant churches, particularly evangelical ones, are almost seen as a “cult” because the members are active and involved in church year-round.
Though they are seen more as “museums” than places of worship, to me there was a sense of God’s timelessness. And a sense that He works in history, through history, reaching a people He calls His own. I see what I do every day as just a speck of dust in the grandeur of a plan for Eternity. Not in a self-deprecating way, but in an awe-inspiring way, that what I can do is part of a great Movement, a grand design.
I did not get to visit the inside of this Baptistere, but those who did had to tell me that they were overwhelmed with a sense of history and of the Presence of God. The building has been dated to around 360 A.D. and was built for the sacrement of baptism. (Until it was built, converts were baptized in the nearby River Clain.)
As I shot this photo, I couldn’t help but think that we still are living in the time of God’s Promise Kept, God’s Promise to Come. We are starting to move into Advent. The double rainbow neatly illustrates that…
I have hope. I live in the promises.
More to come…