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12 August 2006

A roof over our heads!!!

The BEFORE picture!Well, if you've been getting our prayer newsletters (sign up here), you've seen various permutations of this sad site:

It's the back of our house...focusing specifically on the "open wound" of the corner of our roof. For the uninitiated in this long-drawn-out-melodrama that is the back of our house, there used to be a sort of run-down "stable" connected to the back of our house. It dates from when it was all one property in our little conglomeration of buildings...a long time ago. Well, the new neighbors (understandably) tore it down. It needed to come down, but it has provoked a bit of consternation on my part because it exposes to the elements "unfinished" parts of our house. Now I need to finish them and I don't know how nor do I have the money to have it done.

Enter some friends we've made here who DO know how and have offered to do much free or cheaply...when they have time. The blue tarp in the picture is thanks to one of them at least putting a "bandage" on the open wound until he could find free time to actually do the roofing work needed.

I became convinced that he was not going to be able to get around to it and asked if he would recommend a contractor who might work with my limited budget, paying on time, etc. That, apparently, lit a fire under him and he said that it would still be way too expensive for me and he finally set a date and we decided to do just the roof part. (there's a ton more to do but the roof was necessary before autumn set in!)


Another BEFORE pictureThe roof we never had...at 2pmSo, Wednesday of this week Jacques and Didier came over and took off the tarp and "cleaned the wound"...

Then I played "go-fer" for the next 4-5 hours or so while Jacques and Didier worked their magic. Now and then I did a menial task for them but mostly I just prayed for them as they danced up high and for our unsaved neighbors from Turkey, in whose courtyard I stood. I couldn't help but want to say to them, "But really, I do know how to do things...like build web sites...code SQL...repair and program computers...etc." But I don't think it would have impressed them. They were "real men" doing "real manly" things (you know, power tools, heavy lifting, physical creation, etc.) It was a bit like watching God create the world!


At last...and AFTER pictureWell, about 7pm, we finally had this! Very little of it is brand new (a few pieces of wood under the tiles) but it feels brand new to me! The ironic part of this is that we can't even see it because we don't have access to this courtyard. Oh well, hopefully the neighbors will enjoy it!

Thank you Jesus that even though You didn't have a place to lay Your head, you care about giving us one!

(and now, to replace our broken washing machine...no really!) ;c(

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12 August 2006

Touching History A Few More Times

I need to blog about this before it becomes ancient history! But...I don't think the impact of this will fade into history to be forgotten. Indeed "ancient history" and "making history" are central to this. What is this? Walking in beautiful Alsatian forestsWell, I blogged about it a while ago in: "Risky Business..." It's about a 3-week intercession walk along the borders of Alsace that we (our church, intercessors in the region, intercessors from other countries) recently completed. I personally was involved in the logistics of the walk...mainly the communication. I also walked the 3rd week of the walk along with my daughter Rachel. There were many moments in the walk that God was speaking to individuals and to the group as the borders of Alsace were walked by groups of 5-20 people. Hopefully at our church site there will be a fuller report by those who took notes at the daily debriefing. Those would be initially in French and I'll work at getting them translated into English. I'll just explain two times that were particularly noteworthy in that 3rd week of the walk. As background, some research this past spring into the local history of Alsace and Guebwiller in particular, brought to our attention some horrible war time experiences that the people of Alsace had suffered. These were not the war time experiences that you might quickly associate with Alsace in WWI and WWII. These were from the 30 Years' War way back in 1618-1648! Specifically during this conflict the climate of fear which developed in the Alsatian civilians was such that they did not even leave their homes to cultivate their land lest they be attacked. This led to starvation conditions and and people even exhuming human remains for food. ...hard to read...hard to write...imagine experiencing it... A part of the invading/occupying force during the 30 Years' War was from Sweden. During the 2nd week of the walk, the group came upon a large, old oak tree that had a marker indicating that it had been used by the Swedish during the 30 Years' War to hang Alsatians. Hold that thought... The Lord has His ways of orchestrating His redemptive purposes... A few weeks before the walk, we got an email from a family from Sweden asking if they could join us during the 3rd week of the walk. They were going to be on staff at the OM Teen Street camp in Germany near that time and wanted to come a bit early and participate in the walk for a couple of days. They had heard about the walk through Martin Scott's e-mail newsletter (read his report of the 3rd week of the walk here). We were thrilled to have them come and indeed they were a blessing but I don't imagine that we had any idea when they first asked just how key their presence and participation would be. They joined us Tuesday morning and walked with us all day. It was a day where we got lost (took the wrong forest road) and ended up 9kms short of our goal for the day (about 40kms/day normally). The day ended in driving rain and we felt a fair amount of spiritual resistance. We ended the day near the foot of Mont Donon where there is some overt historical occult traces (roman and celtic temple remains, sacrificial stone, etc.). That evening in the debriefing time, the wife/mother of the Swedish family, Maria, mentioned that while we walked and prayed, she had had an image of a "large tree of unrighteousness" that we were uprooting as we prayed. Vito, our leader, took that as a cue that perhaps now was the time to share with them about the oak tree that they had seen the previous week during the walk and the history of the Swedish occupation of Alsace during the 30 Years' War. The Swedish family was not aware of these things and we did not want to press/push any "resolution" right then and there. BlogPic250_IMG_7371.JPGThe next morning, Wednesday, August 2nd, at the foot of Mont Donon, before we started walking, we had a time of prayer to start the day. We broke bread and poured out wine and milk and honey on the bread and prayed for the region. At the end of this time the Swedish family (the father and mother and teenage daughter) came forward and, standing for Sweden, confessed, repented of, and asked forgiveness for the occupation of Alsace and the atrocities committed by the Swedes during the 30 Years' War. It was a powerful time of reconciliation between the Alsatians and the Swedes and facilitated the rest of the day. We started walking down to St-Marie-aux-Mines while a small group want to the top of Mont Donon. Meanwhile, another couple who walked with us the 3rd week, Rusty and Janet, from the States, had already been all this time in St-Marie-aux-Mines searching for the perfect spot. ...for what? They had come from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania with a signed declaration of repentance to bury in the ground at St-Marie-aux-Mines. ...why? Well, it turns out that also way back in history, just after the 30 Years' War, the aristocratic Ribeaupierre family in Alsace invited persecuted Swiss Anabaptists to come and farm their war-torn region around St-Marie-aux-Mines... ...under one condition... They could not evangelize. They were muzzled from sharing their faith. The Swiss Anabaptists (from the Bern area), had had enough of deadly persecution and they agreed. They agreed to keep quiet and be hard workers. In this town, there eventually came a split among the Anabaptists that had settled there. The followers of Jakob Ammann split with the the Swiss Brethren and became the Amish. Rusty and Janet come from the heart of Amish country in the US where they are active in reconciliation ministry between the various Anabaptist streams (Amish, Mennonite, Brethren, etc.) and the Swiss Reformed church which had brutally persecuted them so long ago. Janet recently published a book entitled Unlocking our Inheritance - Spiritual Keys to Recovering the Treasures of Anabaptism. (Read about the reconciliation process and how to acquire the book at http://www.anabaptistreconciliation.org/). Their declaration had been signed by Mennonites and Amish leaders from the Lancaster area and was a specific declaration of repentance for having accepted the agreement to stop evangelizing in order to avoid persecution and for the origins of the Amish split in the Anabaptist tradition. This also was a powerful time of repentance and reconciliation between the Anabaptists represented by Janet and the Alsatians and even a Swiss lady from the Bern region. The end of Wednesday was at the top of St-Marie pass were one re-enters Alsace from the interior of France. At this pass we found a military cemetery, a large "mile-marker" from the days when Alsace was German, and a large information board which mentioned many of the difficult parts of Alsace's history tied to that very area...including issues of the Swedish in the 30 Years' War. The Swedish family was leaving the next morning, and because we had had that time of reconciliation Wednesday morning, we could face that information about the Swedes in the 30 Years' War Wednesday evening and know that it was dealt with and have a wonderful time of blessing and prophetic send-off for that family that became so precious to us in just 2 days!  
Our time of prayer at St-Marie pass
  This was truly a blessed week. Don't get me wrong, it was physically hard at times (especially on a nearly 45-year-old body like mine!) and not always comfortable (weather, wet camping two days, etc.), but we were used by the Lord to redeem history. In all, it was rich beyond measure!!!

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