les Davey de France

Alan and Pat live and work in Bordeaux. Alan is a pastor and Pat was a nurse. Now we work with UFM worldwide. Read on! (If you'd like to know what took us to Bordeaux, then start with the archives from September 2004)

Friday, November 30, 2012

Thursday was a day for meeting up with people in the city centre

This is my office. The lady serving was a bit surprised when I was back in the afternoon meeting up with someone else. But it's a nice place to meet, comfortable with enough privacy to talk.

It was cold at lunchtime but lunch in a café is expensive so I got a sandwich from a supermarket in one of the shopping malls then sat on some steps to eat it, along with about 5 or 6 other people !

Thursday, November 29, 2012


So at the synode we discussed what we had for breakfast. I'd had a nice standard French breakfast of really nice fresh bread with super fig jam and black coffee. A colleague had had instant coffee (shudder... ) and those dry toast things...

So what do you normally have ? Qu'est-ce que tu prends d'habitude ?

Always porage. (Flocons d'avoine) Des flocons d'avoine tous les jours.

Oh, that's really nice, oatflakes. You can use them to thicken soup, too. Kwakawat. Mais c'est bon, les flocons d'avoine. On peut les ajouter aux soupes, aussi. Kwakawat.

Sorry ? Comment ?

Kwakawat. It's a brand. Kwakawat. C'est une marque.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Kids' Club, etc.

Pat's at church helping with a fortnightly Wednesday afternoon Kids' Club.

When Gwilym gets home I have to trim his hair, then we'll go off to get a replacement wood-burning stove.

I'm quite excited about this stove - it will take longer logs then our old one and the cost of the stove is less than the cost of the spare parts we needed to repair our old one (the grate burned through...) It's been a bit of a saga waiting for it to come in to our local DIY store - but it's there now and we should be able to get it (and fit it ?) this afternoon.

If I have trouble fitting it our old stove fitter said to call him and he'll come and sort it out for us.

Then we have the FAC AGM at the FacFlat in the middle of town this evening.

La prise de sang

So it's time for my annual blood test to check cholesterol, PSA, diabetes, etc. etc.

I have also had a letter to suggest I do a test for occult blood, but I have to get the doctor's signature to do that. I phoned for an appointment but she said to go straight away and I forgot to take the letter with me. Bof.

Still, she was a happy doctor. The blood test results will come this afternoon. If there's anything that needs poking around then she'll phone.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Synode Régional

I've always thought that Synod was an interesting word. If you try to understand it by breaking it down into its component parts you don't go far wrong, do you. Syn. Od. Synod.

Anyway the Synode Régional was in the charming and remote town of Rieubach, near the Mas d'Azil way down in the Ariège. Here's a few photos.

Synodes are not good places for the tummy or the wasteline as people try to present the best of their regional cuisine and also to make people feel at home. I don't know quite how this one worked out, but the first meal we had was a wonderful choucroute. The second was andouillette, but by that time I was feeling the need for lightness, so I stuck to the "salade de magret de canard" starter and let the "pigs guts sausage in a savoury onion casserole" pass me by. I did crack for a marvellously aromatic cheese that looked so innocent but had a strong element of ammonia. It was delicious spread with the local fig jam. I have paid dear for it since.

I went to the Synode as a humble pasteur associé, not in post in the church (so we can call a French pastor when the time comes) and therefore without a vote. I came back with a vote, elected to the regional committee and also to be a regional delegate on the national synod. OOPS ! A moment's inattention can have serious repercussions.

The preparation to vote on the regional committee (Commission Executive Sud-Ouest) was one of those precious moments. Our local secretary and treasurer had worked out between them that I was elgible ( = electable) but our National Secretary had arrived and he maintained that I was not. Out come the rule books. (Presbyterians will understand this.) We have a rule book that explains every situation you can possibly come across.

Page 54 Section 1 Paragraph 6 clearly said I was eligible.
Page 73 Section 7 Paragraph 9 clearly said I was not.

I went to my happy place and waited until the negotiations, discussions and interpetations were over.

After much discipline waving and page flicking it was decided. I was eligible. I was elected. There we are. I will get to know the train to Toulouse a bit better.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Best books on the Olivet discourse ?

What have you found helpful, folks?

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

A nice mild November and a gentle Tuesday

It really has been wonderful weather here. Especially good as we wait for a wood-stove to be delivered to Leroy-Merlin ! They said it would be there last week but it wasn't.

The afternoons are warm and sunny. The mornings have a certain nip in the air and the evening is a little chilly. We put the heating on in the evenings but really we're very comfortable.

After the excitement of a very full weekend I was pretty jiggered yesterday with a dry throat and an irritating cough. Today I have more energy so I'm back on the case with emails flying to the right, to the left and a long skype call this morning. I've also been doing a bit of planning and reflecting, not too much, just what is necessary.

We'll be writing a prayer letter soon, and for that I asked for a bit of clarification from the mission about finances and so on. I've also been ordering some books that I should have ordered a while ago. Catching up generally. This evening prayer meeting. A good Tuesday.

Monday, November 19, 2012

PJB at the Salle Galet

A video filmed by Mrs Davey on my phone - sorry for the dodgy sound !

Phew - what a weekend !

Saturday morning - Church membership class
Saturday afternoon - Conference on immigration
Saturday evening - Concert with PJB

Sunday morning - Preaching at Anglade
Sunday evening - English fellowship chez nous.

Some good news from the weekend :

1) We begin services in the centre of Blaye on 2 December

2) We also have the prospect of a monthly Bible Study in the heart of Blaye.

3) Attendance almost doubled for the English fellowship with some new folk coming along.
Some will come back. Some almost certainly won't, but we need to work out how to move back to the church.

Now I am having a quiet Monday and hoping the dryness in my throat sorts itself out !

Friday, November 16, 2012

Francis Schaeffer (Bitesize Biographies) by Mostyn Roberts

As a student in the 1980s I cut my teeth on Francis Schaeffer, reading the big classic, watching the series of films and being aware and shaped in a way by his analysis of the direction in which Western culture was going. "True Spirituality" was always my favourite Schaeffer book, and later contact with his family ensured that his influence on the scene I lived in continued.

So it's been fascinating to read Mostyn Roberts' little biography. I know Mostyn and this has added to my enjoyment - now and again his dry sense of humour comes through. It was good to place Schaeffer's formative years in context - the context of the huge battles for orthodoxy - and now as a missionary pastor in France the later battle with neo-orthodoxy is just as live an issue today as it was then. Maybe more so.

Schaeffer the man is portrayed sensitively as well as his real dependence on and need for Edith's complementary gifts and character. And just in case you were wondering, don't write this off as a trivial, superficial biography. Schaeffer's approach to apologetics is discussed, for example, explaining terms like presuppositionalism, evidentialism and plumping for Schaeffer being a "Verificationalist".

His famous struggle of 1951 is explained, though in less detail. Could anyone really go much further anyway, and what good would it do ?

Chapter 10 examines Schaeffer's teachings and gives a good overview of their basic approaches, arguing that he identified the essence of postmodernism long before the term was ever used. Chapter 11 describes his apologetics in more detail. Chapter 12 describes the films. Oh how I remember the sight of some Pope being carried over the hills in a sedan chair, followed by a goateed man in knockerbockers (How should we then live?), shown in the Geography Lecture Theatre. A final chapter discusses Schaeffer's legacy.

I enjoyed this book. I'll read it again some day. For me it plugged a character who was important in my Christian formation back into the context of 20th century Christian history. It put Schaeffer in context. And as we all know, nothing helps you understand like seeing a thing in context. Thanks Mostyn !

This sign appeared just down the road from the church

A new covered market under the flyer-over just about 50 metres from the church ! Whoopppeeeeee !

On the impossibility of mastering the French language

The more time goes on the more convinced I am that the French language does not yield. You can never master it. French will be nobody's mistress. No sir.

Just yesterday in the few little chores I had to do first thing in the morning :

1) I managed to massacre the conjugation of a fairly simple verb. An irregular verb, it's true, but no great shakes. However I messed it up good and proper.

2) I invented a past participle that does not exist. Again a straightforward verb. We are not talking about the subjunctive of paître here. An ordinary, everyday verb.

3) I fouled up a gender, making something masculine instead of feminine. La physique is Physics. Le physique is your physique.

Folks often say I have good French. That's very kind and of course I like it when people say that. It's encouraging.

But of course, the goal is to have an unremarkable French. One where it just doesn't enter people's heads whether your French is good or bad, it is just transparent. It just disappears.

However when people talk of mastering the French language I often say, "Ah non, la langue française ne se maitrise pas, même par les Français. Elle est résistante !" People generally laugh a little ruefully and agree.

Proof of Wales' status as a colonial power


Thursday, November 15, 2012

Morning chores

Yesterday being calmer it meant I could catch up on some things that had been waiting for me, like paying some cheques into the bank and paying for Catrin's singing lessons at the music school and so on. Yes.

So I sorted things out and then this morning walked over through the park to the post office and bank.

It is hard to describe how lovely this November has been so far. Last night the temperature dropped to just about 10°, in the house it stayed at about 19° all day so we didn't bother putting the heating on overnight. The grass in the park is a super green and the trees are all turning colour. Today there's a lovely blue sky and when I got in from my errands I took off my coat and jumper because it's so pleasant.

The bank was easy, the music school was understanding.
"I knew I hadn't done everything connected with Catrin's singing lessons !"
'Yes - after seeing the teacher you are supposed to come and pay.'
Doh ! So instead of ten monthly cheques it was 7 - one big one for this term, then 6 for December to June.

The Post Office was the most complicated. We wanted to send something to China. What a palaver ! Of course you are supposed to fill in a form with your address and the destination address in ball pen. But Pat had printed out the destination address from an email.
In Mandarin.

The guy looked at the address.
"You're supposed to copy that out."
I looked at him.
"You're kidding."
"We'll photocopy it and stick it on with sellotape."
I was pleased at working out that the People's Republic of China would translate as la République Populaire de Chine. It took some jiggery pokery but in the end the thing was sent.

I walked home through the park thanking God for putting us in this agreeable suburb.

The weekend ahead

Today seems so calm and normal. So far.

Anyway it's time to get on with preparation for the weekend !
It's a full one.

Friday evening - Home Group for Bordeaux Centre / South.
Saturday afternoon - Conference at the church on outreach to Muslims
Saturday evening - Concert with the Pessac Jazz Band at the Salle Galet in Pessac
Sunday morning - Preaching at Anglade
Sunday evening - English Service at our house

Better get down to it !

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Another drama over

Plumbers have been. Fixed the leak. Restored the water. Covered by insurance. Phew.

What about that then !

We got this guy coming to the church at the weekend to do an afternoon on outreach to Muslims and to preach on the Sunday.

And whaddayaknow ! He's a trombonist and his wife's a flautist !

Careful with Ryanair and Hertz

During my deputation trip in October I hired a car from Hertz via the Ryanair website.
It cost £308, which I thought was not bad considering I had almost 11000 miles to do.

However that £308 is not the cost of hiring the car from Hertz. What you actually buy is a "Voucher Credit" of £308 which you can put against the cost of hiring a car. The actual cost of hiring the car ended up being £449. That's almost half as much again.

So be careful.

Apart from that the flight was fine, the cabin crew were friendly, everything else was great.

Here's a Wednesday morning ditty

From the prayer meeting to where ....?

The prayer meeting was an interesting time, with lots of discussion about the upcoming legalisation of homosexual marriage, etc. etc. We finished early enough for everyone to get home through the November chill and left the building.

Yesterday was a glorious day. In the afternoon the lizards were basking in the sun, it was like a nice English summer's day. Not hot but pleasant, and the sun was hot.

By the evening it was chilly and I regretted dressing for afternoon and not for night. Still. I'd be home by 10 past 10; The tram came and we set off, only to break down one stop along. Technical problems as far as Hotel de Ville.

So we set off like the flock of little lambs we were to catch the bus.

First the 45 to the station. It came and took us along the right bank water front, past the white vans with their little red lights to the Pont Saint Jean with its view of the gorgeous buildings and Napoloen's Pont de Pierre. Such misery and such elegance side by side. That's the city.

The bus driver shared his opinion on why the tram had broken down. "Ils ont acheté des matos pas chers, c'est ça. Vous verrez quand le temps devient froid. Ecoutez, à Strasbourg il fait moins vingt et le tram tombe jamais en panne. A Mulhouse il fait -20 et ya jamais des pannes. Mais ici il fait 2 et l'APS marche plus. C'est des matos pas chers." Basically he reckons that the tram doesn't work in the cold because the town bought cheap stuff, whereas in colder parts of France there's never any problem.

Then at the station a short wait for the 16 to take us to Palais de Justice. I found a grid on the pavement where warm air was rising from the station tunnels. Lovely. There's the bus !

As we got to the Bourse de Travail I remembered that the Pessac bus passes near there. Should I get off and scuttle to the stop ? Decide quickly ! No, it would be a miserable place to wait. Then as we got near the Palais de Justice I saw the 10h10 number 4 going the other way. Will I NEVER trust my instincts ?

Next bus ten to eleven. That means over half an hour in the cold. I know, I'll go in the Connemara Irish Pub and get a hot chocolate.

It was nice, too, and I came out just in time to hop on the bus home.

Student and Eurotoit

So I had a meeting at 3 with a student at the town hall. We found each other - I was wearing my red jacket but he was in black, grey and jeans like everyone else. Saw a few other folk I know, too. He needed to get a Bible so we staggered off to the Maison de la Bible.

We chatted about the possibilities of making a few changes here and there, as Bethany Books has done in Shotton. Then we zoomed to the Café Cheverus where I used to do the Advanced English Classes so long ago ! (like in June...) We read together, talked and prayed.

Then off to the church to meet a roofer (Eurotoit) who might fix our leaks. ( New ceiling but the roof is leaky ! ) His proposal sounds alarmingly expensive to me, but then what do I know, and he's going to give us a quote anyway.

After he went I spent some time reading Mostyn Roberts' charming biography of Francis Shaeffer ( IV ) then got some grub to eat before the prayer meeting.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Plumbing adventure - continued

Well after a few calls to various people the man from Lyonnaise des Eaux came in his van, a young guy in his twenties, very polite and efficient. He got out a metal detector and searched for the meter. And in fact it had not been taken, it had been buried. We dug away and got at it, cleaned it out and turned off the water.

What a relief !

Interesting, though. That means our water meter has not been read for a very long time and, in my humble opinion, neither has our neighbour's - it was full of gravel and muck and I had to clean it out before turning off her water. I suggested to her last night that the meter readers had been submitting rélevés fictifs...

So now we await a visit from our plumber to sort out the leaky pipe. I hope that it is a pipe that feeds a hose buried under the lawn that rises to a tap in next door's garden. If so then we can just seal it off and have done with it, and the neighbours will be glad.

I've been trying to get that sorted for years. There is a worldwide shortage of plumbers.

Monday, November 12, 2012

OK, our neighbour's home

and what we think is our stop-cock cuts off her water...

She and her husband reckon that when the firm installed the pool they didn't touch either water meter, but she can see that one meter is missing and she understands me when I say it disappeared when the pool was installed.

They think that the builder moved it when they built the two new houses in front...

So do we have a water meter ? And if so where ? And how do we cut off our water ?

Confused ? Join the club !

Anyway tomorrow morning we'll call the water company and get them to tell us where they read our meter.

More plumbing adventures

OK, so this morning Pat said, "Can you come here a minute, Alan..." - words I always dread.

There was water flowing from a pipe covered by a kind of concrete cover just outside out back door.

I called the plumber and we tried to cut the water off.

We didn't manage to cut the water off - no tap or stop cock made any difference at all. And what is more, our water meter is not turning.

Never mind, the plumber's coming.

He came, he saw, he said "It's got me beat."

Basically until next door has their swimming pool installed there were two water meters and stop cocks at the beginning of our drive. When the pool got installed they moved one of them. Theirs, I assumed. (Fool not to check !)

Now it appears possible that they moved the wrong meter and stop cock and have, in effect, got two meters and stop-cocks on their water inlet and there's neither water meter not stop cock on our supply.

Since we pay by direct debit the same payment every month it has gone unnoticed.

Though we did get a bill to make up the difference at the end of the year...

Anyway we await the arrival of our neighbour to tell us if we have cut off her water. If so then we'll need to

1) stop the leak without cutting off our water.

2) put in a new stop-cock and water meter (at our neighbour's pool-installer's expense, we hope !)

If not then we'll have to try and work out what's happening and why !

And the next plumbing crisis !

There's some kind of leak under the kitchen window outside the house.

OK. The plumber will call later this afternoon.

Some photos of the student weekend

Some photos of the town of Maubourguet

Some photos of the premises at Maubourguet

GBU weekend

This weekend I have been the speaker on a GBU houseparty. The GBU or Groupes Bibliques Universitaires are the equivalent of the CUs in Britain.

This was a regional weekend for the GBU of Bordeaux, Toulouse and Pau, an area bigger than Wales and having more than a quarter of a million students. The region is served by one staff-worker, Julie. I was amazed at how hard she works and her enthusiasm for the student work ! At the same time she  is as tired and over-stretched as you would imagine. In addition to this, because her financial support is insufficient she's told that she ought to work part-time. Please pray. I suggested that she consider linking to a mission and widening her support-base in the UK.

Meanwhile on the weekend there were some 40 folk, happy students, being encouraged to share the gospel with their friends by reading Luke and Acts with them, being challenged to pray for their friends and to see the gospel flourish in Universities. Some super lads from Cameroon. Some fine French kids. Chinese folk throwing in their contribution. A bunch of German Erasmus students. The potential is enormous. Enormous.

There were also some 'old lads', people in their twenties and thirties who are no longer studying and not working, just not finding their way in life. One young chap dazzled me with the groups he attends - Bethel-REM, Charisma Ministries, Assemblies of God, Sacre Coeur, the Brethren, the Seventh Day Adventists. That was all in one week. "Why don't you ever come to us?" I asked, before realising that this was a stupid question on many, many levels. He's also part of the Witness Lee 'One Church' movement, so I introduced him to a friend who's part of the Brother Dong "Local Church" movement, recently thrown out of the "One Church" movement for insisting on publishing Brother Dong's own books.

Life gets complicated, don't it.

We have been in the premises of a church in Maubourguet, a small town in the Hautes-Pyrenees. The church has the most wonderful buildings with a paddock, a courtyard, lots of bedrooms, a big meeting room, a good kitchen, two and a half hours' drive from. Bordeaux and under 10 euros per head per night.
Was this what it was like in the UK in the 1930s? Small groups in the universities ? Folks battling with the errors of their day ?

The weekend went well and it was great to be amongst the youngsters, three messages, the first a quick scamper through Acts drawing principles from how we see Jesus building his church in Acts, then looking closer at Philip and the eunuch and the huge potential of one-to-one ministry, then on Sunday morning Acts 16, different folk, different experiences, same gospel, same Lord. 

Thursday, November 08, 2012

Two can play that game

ring, ring !

"Hallo, is that Mr Alan Davey ? This is Microsoft Windows Support Department."

"Oh yeah, OK, no thank you."

"Uh what happened ? what happened ? what happened ? what happened ? what happened..?"

(Alan thinks - "Crazy man..! still, if that's the game")

"are you really Microsoft ? are you really Microsoft ? are you really Microsoft ? are you really Microsoft ?"

Guy hangs up.

I must think these phone calls through.

Surely it can't be that hard to get from "Your computer is broken and we need to sell you some rubbish over the phone" to "your life is broken and you need something more radical than dodgy software to put things right..."

OK he might still put the phone down, but you never know...

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

I like these times when things go well

I hope it continues !

1) the walls have dried out after our waste water outlet catastrophe. This means we can proceed with putting up some toile de verre and painting the hall and kitchen. Yellow in the hall. Pale blue in the kitchen. Perhaps with yellow stencilling.

I wasn't at all sure that the walls were drying out but on Monday I had a really good feel and I am now sure.

2) the wood-stove needs some spare parts that amount to more than the cost of a new stove. I called our stove fitter and he said "Oh yes, at that price buy a new stove." so I just phoned the stovemonger. The website says they can get one in three weeks. OK. Not wonderful but we could cope with that. The stovemonger's man, however, said they have one coming in on Friday or Monday. Crackerjack !

The stove fitter said "You can fit the new stove yourself, you don't need me, but if you get stuck just call me and I'll sort it out for you and it won't cost much."

Then we need to put the old stove on the bon coin second hand stove site.

Our support levels - good news

I spoke to the mission on Monday and got some good news.

Earlier this year our support was in serious deficit. We peaked (troughed ?) at several thousand pounds in debt to the mission. Things were serious. We needed a large increase in support to repay the debt to the mission and to enable us to continue here. So we scheduled the June and October church visits to help meet this need - normally I do one visit of two weeks, three weekends a year. This year it was two visits like that. I began to wonder how we could continue.

Well we are now actually in the black. We are no longer in debt to the mission.

It doesn't yet mean any changes to our situation here in France - we still can't change our minds about running a car, for example, but maybe that will change in the future.

Being productive

The other day a pastor colleague was talking about how often he felt his day was unproductive, or at least that there was seldom a finished product, a concrete achievement to point to.

In the shower this morning I was thinking over his remarks and how I NEVER feel like that. On the contrary, one of the things I LOVE about being a missionary pastor is how frequently there is a result ! Maybe my previous work experience has something to do with it.

I was telling someone else the other day that I have been positively vetted and signed the Official Secrets Act. It was way back in the 1980s when I had a brief but glorious time as an Assembly Language programmer doing extensions to system software for a military application. I had three months to write a subroutine that told you if a computer user had pressed a key. Three months. To get one little piece of code working and integrated into the operating system. And it took all of those three months, I can tell you.

Most days I went home having done almost nothing tangible whatsoever. My program had run a bit further, I had sent data through different paths, I had pored over a hexadecimal debug listing for hours to prove that my subroutine worked.

It was like combing a wooly mammoth for nits.

Contrast this with the elation I have felt these past few days over :

linking up a brother with a church in a town far from here
seeing a lady come to church who was furious with lots of us last week
meeting with a lady for the first time who wants to know the gospel
sorting out an afternoon conference on reaching immigrants with the gospel
planning a student houseparty

Almost all these things are small things, but every one has potentially HUGE implications !

Tuesday, November 06, 2012

I'm so excited ... and daunted

This weekend I am speaking at a CU houseparty for the Bordeaux and Toulouse CUs.

The thème is "to the ends of the earth, beginning with my mates",

with the subtitle "and if it were possible to share my faith...."

I have two sessions and one sermon, from Acts 1 - 12.

Wouhou ! Help me to handle this brilliant opportunity, please !

Rhapsody for Trombone and Brass Band - Gordon Langford

Cleaning up a crashed Jaguar

See here how folks have recently been cleaning up a famous crashed Jaguar in Bordeaux.

The wood-stove

Some time ago, at the end of the wood-burning season, some parts of our wood-stove broke : the glass in the door and the grill on which you place the logs to burn.

So some time ago, as the beginning of the wood-burning season waved from the distant pages of the calendar, I went to the store where we bought the stove, armed with a photograph of the serial number from the back of the stove and asked about spare parts.

I'll ring the company and get back to you tomorrow.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow crept.

No phone call came. I phoned the guy who installed the stove. "They'll get back to you, they will."

I left on deputation. I returned. Still no call. I phoned.

"Oh yes, sorry, I have been ill. I'll phone them and get back to you."

Yeah yeah.

So I phoned two days later.

"Yes, I rang the company and the parts are available."

"Great ! How much ?"

"You want to know how much ? I'll have to phone."

A couple of days later I phoned again. This time a chap.

"Hi, I'm Michel. You want to know how much ? OK, I'll ring them and get back to you."

We went to Paris to the UFM Conference. We came back. I thought I'd have to go to the store again, but to say what ?

Then yesterday, oh day of marvels !

"Hallo Mr Davey Alan, it's Michel here, the spare parts come to..."

"OK, if it's that much I'll talk to the man who installed the stove because you have a whole new stove in the store for less than that."


Friday, November 02, 2012

Christ and the desert tabernacle - a review

I've never been in a church where people spend long months preaching on all the forgotten details of the tabernacle and what they really mean - the number and fabrication of the hooks, etc... So when there was the possibility of reading and reviewing this book I was a little apprehensive. Would I get submerged in all sorts of abstruse details and give up half-way through or something ?

Well I didn't. I should have had more confidence in Doctor Fesko and in Evangelical Press !

Instead what I got was a book that took the shortest route possible from the tabernacle to the Lord Jesus Christ, speaking of the big issues in a very helpful way.

Dr Fesko has such a simple way of writing that the book is quite surprising. You think that it's at a very elementary level and suddenly you realise that actually you have covered a lot of ground and he's said some very helpful and profound things. I spent a happy while on the TGV from Paris thinking about the relationship between the garden of Eden, the tabernacle, the temple and the whole creation, all the while looking out on French blue skies.

The book is based on a sermon series and you get a lot of 'we should'. I'd prefer to be spoken to directly, but the style is easy to read and to understand.

And the reader is led to Jesus. What could be better or more worthwhile than that ? Thanks, J.V. !

Christ and the desert tabernacle is by J. V.Fesko and published by Evangelical Press.

Paris !

We took a Batobus - a circular tour boat that you can hop on and off - to see the main sights, and we were also able to meet up with Carol and Christina Foucachon - the cherry on the cake !.

Paris !

After the conference we moved from a northern suburb to a western suburb, to Louveciennes.

Thanks to the generosity and hospitality of some friends we spent a cuple of days seeing Paris.


The Paris suburbs are not at all as I imagined them. Here's the place where our conference was.

Paris !

So we had to go to a meeting of the MPEF ( UFM in France ) in Paris. Or at least in a suburb of Paris called Ecouen.

To get there we took the train from Pessac Alouette to Bordeaux, the TGV from Bordeaux to Montparnasse, then two buses from Montparnasse to the Gare du Nord, then a very psychedelically decorated train to Ecouen. We passed through Saint-Denis which exceeded its reputation, but I didn't take any photos.

Here's some photos of the journey, though.

We saw a Starbucks, a chain of coffee shops that has excited a profound devotion in Gwilym, so we blew over 10 euros on just three drinks. Let's hope they never get to Bordeaux !