Generally in July we hide from the oppressive heat of the summer, this week however we took advantage of the protective cloud cover and headed for the winding lanes of southwest France.
Ours is the privilege of sharing in the preaching work in the English foreign field in a particularly beautiful part of the world. It's not South America here. People don't queue for Bible studies yet, however people everywhere deserve the opportunity to hear the good news in their own language.
I'm a native English speaker with a New Zealand or a British accent (depending on who you ask.) I moved here a couple of years ago after a couple of French friends came to New Zealand to learn to speak English in order to do this work. They encouraged us to join them and so - somehow - we ended up here.
Moving to another country brings a number of rich experiences. As I think of them I will relate them here - like the time a sheep farmer pulled a knife on us miles from anywhere. Perhaps I'll write about how tubing was introduced to Europe, rafting in the Gave d'Oloron, skiing on the Pyrénées, or surfing in the Atlantic Ocean.
DISCLAIMER: If I include photos of people skiing in the Pyrénées or surfing in the Atlantic - they are probably of someone else. I can do tubing.
