Easter Sunday

was at the Chateau in Blaye and we seemed a pretty good number. Some of our Bordeaux folk were not able to come though others went the second mile - by which I mean that instead of driving 40 minutes to church they drove almost two hours. Makes you think, no ?

Sammy preached on Luke 23:39 - 43, and especially 43 Jesus answered him, "I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise."

After the service we gave a lift home to a student and gathered with the Griffins at our home to eat the picnic we had taken with us - it was REALLY COLD so we ate indoors. Then to the Griffins for tea/dinner/supper ( roast pork- Ben is a devoted follower of Delia and it certainly works for him!) and also a time of collecting and depositing assorted children here and there.

So many things are different from Easter in Britain. But the central message proclaimed is the same, and the one hope for all people in Jesus Christ.

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