| How to Succeed in Buying a Car Without Really Trying | April 2008 |
Our Spring Break is just ending, and it looked nothing like we expected! The main event was that our 15 yr. old Mitsubishi had to be taken to the emergency room. Because the engine runs so rough, David was sure it was terminal a year ago. We attracted the attention of pedestrians, policemen, and irritated residents when we idled too long near resonant housing. Even the cats recognized us, running to the front door before our car was even visible! But God graciously kept it running until we had free time to deal with it. After 3 years without a radio or interior lighting, the inability to visit the mountains due to a weak engine, and lack of leg room for our children who have become lanky teenagers, we were eager for an upgrade. It was the clutch that was going, and it would cost about one third of what we paid for the car 3 years ago.
The problem was that we would need a loan to get something better, and in David's mind, any French bank manager would cry, "You want us to loan you money wizowt a salaree?? Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha..." This was only the beginning of the attack on David's dignity as he entered the dreaded world of low-cost, very used cars. Of course since I am relatively clueless, I contribute very little to the process, making it easy for me to walk in complete faith that God will take care of it for us. In the meantime, David is sweating over want ads written in French hieroglyphics (TWINGO 1.2 PACK+DA VE FC, BE AM 2000 rge lucifer 102Mkm cour. nve, pces rec., 2 pn nge, lect CD) and hoping a car will drop from the sky while the old one is gently carried away to its greater reward.
Prophetically speaking, in the last 3 years, we've been faithfully chugging along like our Mitsubishi, seeing very little movement in our visa and work status. The missing radio and broken lights represent non-communication from God and the French government on behalf of our situation, despite the noise of our prayers and requests! The engine limitations and tight seating represented our financial constraints. As a sign of the old giving way to the new, the clutch broke down when David was driving Rachel to Strasbourg for the obligatory medical visit needed for her her own French residence permit as an adult. It's unlikely that the government would have imposed the medical visit without a positive response for her residence permit, which in turn bodes well for us all as a positive sign that France is accepting our family as normal residents of their country, even if it is one person at a time. Our "new" car is a French one, and that significance is not lost on us either.
I would like to end this newsletter on a cultural note with the translation of a petition we received via e-mail from French friends. The petition was to protest against the elimination of "le repos dominical" - keeping stores closed on Sundays. The French seem to be the last bastion of "sabbatarians," but it is not because they are eager to keep the 4th commandment, even though we all look like the Israelites "gathering our manna" on Saturday to get us through to Monday! A little internet research revealed that "le repos" was instituted in France by the king for selfish reasons to improve the well-being of worn out young men during the Industrial Revolution, thus insuring a reserve of soldiers capable of fighting! They were encouraged to spend the day outside walking with their families and that is still the main Sunday afternoon pastime today, after a big meal. Living right on the street, I appreciate a quiet Sunday - there are even local ordinances against making noise in most towns (lawn-mowers included!) I thought Americans in particular would find these arguments thought-provoking:
Wishing you a restful Sabbath...
Angela