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April 22, 2007
Liaisons and Goodness Abound
I’ve sounded off here before about the process of learning French. It certainly has its frustrations, like the fact that words beginning with a vowel are thrown together with preceding words to make a new word. (The French call this a liaison, which, by the way, is a French word!) This is part of what gives French it’s sing-songy, fluid sound.

It’s nice, for the listener I suppose, but what we’re talking about here is entirely different forms of words, depending on what words you use them with. It’s a bit of a nightmare for the French language student.

At the same time, when you begin to hear, recognize, and even speak using the liaisons, it certainly brings a sense of accomplishment.

Heck, in general, I guess it feels quite good to understand anything a native French speaker says. I remember my first day of French class. The teacher went round the room and had us repeat the phrase “My name is (fill in the blank)”. It wasn’t until a few hours later in the class when she decided to write out the phrase on the board that I realized where the different words were broken up. This is constantly the biggest challenge when listening to a French speaker...what words are they saying? It’s so fluid and full of connected sounds (liaisons), it makes comprehension quite difficult.

If you’ve stopped reading because you lack interest in the nuances of the French language, well, I apologize. Though I suppose if you’ve stopped reading you wouldn’t see this apology. Regardless, this has a point.

Just yesterday we were loading up the car to head off to a nearby park and enjoy the perfect weather. Esther was grabbing something inside, and I saw a heavy-set guy struggling to carry two deck chairs.

The moment of decision came, and I quickly struggled to form a coherent sentence in my head to ask if I could help him. He came my way, and apparently the sentence came out properly, as he responded with a “no thank you”. As he turned the corner and saw the difficulty of carrying them to his top floor, I saw an opportunity to offer again. This time he accepted, and soon had asked if I could help move a large table and other chairs.

15 minutes later after a few trips up and down the elevator, I left his top-floor apartment with a nice bottle of wine in hand as a thank you gift. Somehow we’d managed to talk (in French) about where I was from, my interests, his past, his apartment, and the cooking class Esther and I just finished…liaisons and all! Actually being able to have some semblance of a conversation in French – this is a fulfilling thing.

Especially when it has purpose. This guy is known as a bit of a control-freak in the apartment building. He’ll rearrange things on other people’s porches if he thinks they’re an eye-sore. He was visibly taken-aback when this young, broken-French-speaking guy offered to help him out of the blue. He immediately softened up, and by the end of the short time assisting him he was offering the use of his bike-pump if we ever needed it.

The interaction was about God opening a door to love on someone. Unmerited friendliness isn’t exactly what the native French are known for. Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of very friendly French people I’ve met in these 4 months here. But my big goofy smile certainly is out of place.

Our heart and passion in this apartment building is to truly be the “fragrance of Christ” here among those who are perishing, that our very presence would reflect the life of Jesus. By His grace, we’re seeing answers to this prayer.

Earlier in the morning yesterday, Esther was in conversation with my land-lady when my land-lady turned to a friend and commented with great enthusiasm, “Now these are positive people. It’s really good to have people like this around.” We’ve done little more than pay my rent on time and wave hello when we see her passing by, yet somehow, the Spirit of the Living God is animating our flesh and making impact.

Recent WeekendI’ve had the past couple weeks off of my French class, and will be taken the next month off as well due to a full schedule (including heading home to the U.S. for my brother’s college graduation). But when I return to France in a couple weeks, the motivation is strong to continue learning this crazy language if for no other reason than to have impact on the lives of those living in this apartment building.

It’s a good thing.

And goodness actually seems to be the norm these days. Traversing the continent with a particular-female-“friend” have been pure joy, from Croatia a few weeks ago to recent weekends soaking up local French and Swiss towns.

Our God really is good, and His love really does endure forever. What a God we serve! Abounding in goodness and grace…how can we not tell the world? (Even if it means learning French and using liaisons, the message really is worth it.)