As we start our fourth year, we thank God for His Grace, and all our readers for your support.
His wife’s body, bathed in sweat, is in the throes of convulsions. Véro would love to be able to cry out, but her cries remain stuck in her throat.
The Bertys free their chakras, consult all kinds of ‘specialists’: masters in guided meditation, mediums, kinesiologists, cleaners of cellular memories and even their animal totem (a snake!) to try to discover what they still lack…
We set off, waving our last goodbyes to all those who made us so welcome... and at this exact moment, the mountain decides to show itself to us in all its splendor.
The question should rather be: ‘Where do you look to?’
In the days and weeks that followed, I tried to contact them but the mail I sent to them was returned to me as the flat was no longer occupied. Puzzled, I made enquiries with their neighbors, but bizarrely, no-one seemed to have ever come across them..
God’s Secret Agent... (still on active service!)
To Jesus alone the glory; His amazing power is only equalled by his tenderness... And today, he still is the same.
There is something even stronger than prayer: Listening to God!
I rained prayer upon prayer against the walls present in my own life, its injustices, recurrent struggles and other adversities.
The whys and wherefores don’t matter, I just need God
They beg for a few cents’ worth of affection each day, without realizing they’re sitting on a huge seam of unconditional love…
At birth, little does it matter to us whether we are disadvantaged or favoured. The only thing that matters is the love of those close to us.
Those who overtake me treat me to an amazing mime show featuring a whole range of whiners and complainers. It’s too funny for words (and cheaper than going to the movies!)
To tell you the truth, my prayers sometimes sound as hollow as that banal ‘How are you?’ two passers-by in a hurry to get home might exchange.
Without a daily session sunning themselves by His side, my fruits would be seriously lacking in vitamins...
A delegation, all wearing ties, is waiting for me at the entrance and welcomes me, just like the technical team of a Formula One racing driver.
For, if I don’t understand anything either about what is happening to me, I know at least that, for sure, God is not far away.
So I think up a story without words which sums up, exclusively in pictures, the heart of the Bible’s message. I set to work...
Faithfulness in encouraging someone with a phone call, a prayer, a visit, a kind look, is the equivalent of watering in the case of plants (that also takes time but it’s even prettier).
During a walk near the ‘three crosses’ on a hill close to Nolay in Burgundy (France), he took me by the hand and wanted me to climb up towards the middle cross just as the storm was arriving and it was beginning to rain…
I called out to two walkers who were unlucky enough to be approaching from the opposite direction: “Watch out! I’ve dumped a load of trash on the path! Whatever you do, don’t walk in it!”
In Switzerland, newly disembarked from the aeroplane, I notice certain details which had not shocked me before.
‘This song was written by one of ours, Sadhu Sundar Singh! A role model etched in each of our hearts,’ they yell at me.
All the way through that first night in India, bursts of noises from the streets climb all the way up the walls to infiltrate the badly soundproofed windows of my hotel room and arouse my Western feeling of security.
The discovery of a plane ticket to India in my letter box ten years later leaves me speechless.