Sunday. Two of the
guys in the apartment work at the church that is a block away. It is the church Connor attends, so we went
there today. The Swiss set their clocks
forward last night, so we decided to go to the late service.
I’m always an early riser, so I got up thinking I would make
a coffee cake for the guys. Couple of
drawbacks: they didn’t have any baking powder; they have no measuring cups; and
I couldn’t figure out the translation between Celsius and Fahrenheit on the
oven. But I figured I’d wing it, and it
turned out okay. The best part was the
cinnamon smell as they were waking up.
Because of the absence of baking powder it was more biscuit-y than
cake-y, but the flavor was good. They
all appreciated it, and said it reminded them of home. Nice way to start the day.
Church was amazing!
It’s a small church, with maybe 150 or so people. Geneva is such an
international city that the congregation is made up of numerous
nationalities. The literature from the
church says there are over 120 native languages represented in the
membership. The worship team was made up
of 8 people, and Connor said every one of them came from a different home
country. It felt like it was a little
microcosm of God’s people. Every shape
and size, every color, so many languages.
What beauty to hear them all praising and worshiping the same God. It was truly an inspiring service. A couple stood up at the beginning of the
service and gave a testimony about God’s work in their lives, as He brought
them from lives of drugs, prostitution and violence to faith, love, and sharing
in home Bible study. We serve a mighty
God!!
One of the guys from the apartment had told us about the
event, and said to be sure to try the white chocolate with bits of
raspberries. So we kept an eye out for
that because raspberries are my favorite.
We finally found it, and as we were waiting our turn, the lady right in
front of us bought the last of it! So I
didn’t even get to try it. Oh,
well. I did see it, and maybe Connor can
send me some.
So tonight we’re relaxing at home. Connor has class tomorrow, and an appointment
early, so I’ll be on my own for the morning.
I will probably walk down to the grocery store and buy ingredients for
soup. They all do soup night on Monday,
and I volunteered to cook tomorrow. I’m
making my Stuffed Pepper Soup, so I’ll go see if I can find what I need to make
it. Since all the packaging is in
French, it will be a challenge. But a
good experience.
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