Day 13 - May 23
A free day in Paris and it's a Sunday. Let's go worship in the city of light. Thanks to a little guidebook research, I found an interdenominational Protestant church called the American Church in Paris. My friend Anna and I set out to make the early service. Sunday morning in Paris is much like Sunday mornings everywhere else...peaceful, quiet, no traffic, not many people out and about. It's unfortunate that is the way of the world these days, but people just don't make time for God. Can't give Him their undivided attention one hour out of the whole week. They're missing out. Anna and I were feeling out of sorts from being on the road the previous Sunday, but we were glad to find familiar fellowship with other believers this morning. The early service wasn't packed but it was a nice traditional Presbyterian style service. We met a church member who gave us a mini tour. The church was established in 1814 as an English speaking worship home
for Americans living and visiting in Paris. The current sanctuary was built in 1929 and has Tiffany stained glass windows. MLK Jr preached there, and Bob Dylan sang there in their coffeehouse in the basement. During WWII, the pastor stayed behind when the city emptied as the Germans arrived, and he hid behind the organ pipes when German soldiers came snooping in. Wish we could've gotten the whole tour. They had two other services that were more contemporary, and according to our guide, are packed out every Sunday. God is good, all the time, everywhere.
After church, we explored a little - Rue Cler, a quaint little community with a street market and loads of neat little shops; Champs Elysee - packed with wall to wall people with some kind of street festival going on; and later that evening for a nutella crepe under the sparkly Eiffel Tower. It was a great lazy Sunday, a change of pace to refresh, reflect and recharge for the last leg of the tour.
A free day in Paris and it's a Sunday. Let's go worship in the city of light. Thanks to a little guidebook research, I found an interdenominational Protestant church called the American Church in Paris. My friend Anna and I set out to make the early service. Sunday morning in Paris is much like Sunday mornings everywhere else...peaceful, quiet, no traffic, not many people out and about. It's unfortunate that is the way of the world these days, but people just don't make time for God. Can't give Him their undivided attention one hour out of the whole week. They're missing out. Anna and I were feeling out of sorts from being on the road the previous Sunday, but we were glad to find familiar fellowship with other believers this morning. The early service wasn't packed but it was a nice traditional Presbyterian style service. We met a church member who gave us a mini tour. The church was established in 1814 as an English speaking worship home 
for Americans living and visiting in Paris. The current sanctuary was built in 1929 and has Tiffany stained glass windows. MLK Jr preached there, and Bob Dylan sang there in their coffeehouse in the basement. During WWII, the pastor stayed behind when the city emptied as the Germans arrived, and he hid behind the organ pipes when German soldiers came snooping in. Wish we could've gotten the whole tour. They had two other services that were more contemporary, and according to our guide, are packed out every Sunday. God is good, all the time, everywhere.
After church, we explored a little - Rue Cler, a quaint little community with a street market and loads of neat little shops; Champs Elysee - packed with wall to wall people with some kind of street festival going on; and later that evening for a nutella crepe under the sparkly Eiffel Tower. It was a great lazy Sunday, a change of pace to refresh, reflect and recharge for the last leg of the tour.
No comments:
Post a Comment