Ministers’ fellowship in Pontivy

On Monday, we had our first ministers’ fellowship meeting of the year in Pontivy. As usual, not many had come but there were a few new faces. On is was a young man named Paul Yang. He works with the GBUs (UCCF), in the West of France, including Brittany. He was an interesting young man in his early thirties. Another visitor was a German minister who Pastors a church in Normandy. He has recently moved there from another pastorate in Normandy as well. It seems that both of them will be coming regularly.

It was good to be there and catch up with people. The most interesting part of the day is always lunch because that’s when people do the real talking and open up.

On the market in Rostrenen

We had a good time on the market in Rostrenen. I love going there. The atmosphere there is very different from the atmosphere on the other markets we visit around Guingamp. It’s more rural, more authentic.

People seem to have more time. They spend a lot of time going from stall to stall talking. They don’t talk to us though. I also heard some folks speaking Breton, which is always nice. There are  also more outcasts it seems, people who have been excluded from society or live on its margin, selling their fruits and vegetables, or homemade cheeses.

There are also lots of British people as well. They are usually quite visible and sometimes noisy.

We are usually insulted by a man who lives on the main street each time we go. But he was quiet today. I saw him watching us from his window, but he didn’t say a word.

But there is no Evangelical witness in the town, and as far as we are aware, there is only one believer, a retired woman who is a member in the church in Guingamp and hosts our monthly Bible study in Rostrenen.

When superstition holds you

An old man approached our stall today on the Market in Rostrenen. He told us that when he was young, the Roman catholic church prohibited people from reading the Bible because it was a deadly sin. He admitted that he had never read it. But he refused to take the one I wanted to give him. Why? He believed what he’d been told as a child. He would rather stay in darkness than come to the light because he was afraid reading the Bible would send him to hell. Or maybe he was afraid he would come to see for himself the lies of the Roman Catholic church.