I am honored to join hands, hearts and minds with the 40-day fast, once more we are proving that together we are able to accomplish so much more than when we are able to apart.
While you may have been reading stories all week about starving children, broken homes or illiteracy, I would like to highlight a different area of need in a part of the world often disregarded, due to their established governments, opulence, and resemblance to us: the people of Paris, France.
Walking the streets of Paris, you might find yourself enamored with the beautiful shops, the amazing architecture, or the historical treasures of centuries of humanity walking these same streets. The gold-leafed, ornate columns or the statues of kings and emperors might distract you from the aching and hurting people who will not even look you in the eye. Symbols of opulence are what people want to see, and what they want to remember; but off the beaten path, there is a different picture, one of pain, emptiness and loss.
For a city touted as the spiritual hub of France, it is amazing to see the sheer number of broken, hurting people, begging, hiding, or just surviving through an
ordinary and mundane life. Their veiled faces only serve as remnants to what they once were, and who they truly long to be. France is a proud country, who has fought hard for the freedoms and rights they hold today, but somehow in the midst of protecting freedom, they have lost track of hope.
In the absence of any declared or public religion the nation of Islam has moved in and taken root. The churches and cathedrals of yesterday are being turned into the mosques of today. Muslim gangs patrol the streets of neighborhoods built once with the idea of fostering and creating art. The rampant Islamic culture is then contrasted by a fiercely agnostic and humanistic populous, built upon the foundations of self and the scars of abuse and neglect by a national church of old. Furthermore, with over 7.5% unemployment, Paris, the city of light, is growing increasingly dark.
A glimmer of hope however now penetrates the grayscale world of Paris, represented by a person found looking for more, hungry for the real deal, the person seeking God. They are peppered all throughout the city, amongst the artifacts, catacombs and churches, seeking quietly something that their heart cries for daily, a true relationship with their Creator. Romans 8:19 states "All of creation waits with eager longing for God to reveal His children" (GNB.) This is never more evident than in Paris, where they are eagerly waiting to see real Christianity. While they wait, a revolution is brewing.
This past Wednesday the revolution took another step, something monumental happened. A young church by the name of C3Paris held its first Baptism service. Two people, who had given their lives to Christ earlier in the year, were now making a public declaration of that decision. They were being baptized amongst a crowd of believers and non-believers, who were all experiencing this type of event for the first time. Worship, lead by one guitar echoed through the service praises of God in French. Merci Seigneur, merci… merci beaucoup.
I had the pleasure of visiting this church, nearly four months ago, and let me tell you, the spirit of God was so thick there. At that time, regular attendance was around 20 people each Sunday, doing whatever they could to get to church to cultivate their own personal relationships with Jesus. Since then, God has moved in so many ways, and hungry people keep showing up for church on Sunday and finding ways to build relationships and community during the week. It is an authentic grass-roots movement for God… and it is AMAZING. In those four months, attendance has more than tripled, and people are hungry for more.
So today, I am fasting and praying for the people of Paris. I am praying that God will bring them the revolution and relationship that their hearts cry out for. I have seen the beginning of this movement, and it is beautiful, and so inspiring. God is at work in France, and he is inviting us all to be a part of it. I don’t know about you, but I’m in!
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