I think I’ve found my church here. This morning we went to “River’s Edge,” an English-speaking, seemingly-outward-looking congregation with a sense of humour. I have to go again next week to make sure, but I liked it. The worship was different from home, and the traditions are different, but I’m not going to find a carbon copy of Immanuel here. I think I want to try a French church before I make a final decision, but it was good. A friendly atmosphere.

The preacher preached about God authenticating our leadership. Definitely applicable to the hungry YWAMer. Especially after spending a week thinking about my dreams. He ended with the whole God saying “be strong and courageous” to Joshua thing. It hit me that the only thing stopping me from making these eight months phenomenal was me and the fear of failing. I walked out pretty pumped.

I’ve been thinking about my internship all week, trying to find direction. I went to a Groupes Biblique meeting (Intervarcity for the French) on Tuesday to see what Dave Kieft is up to. I totally support what he’s doing, but I don’t think it’s what I’m supposed to do in Montreal. A lot of people here have challenged me to move out of the Christian circle and immerse myself more in the wider culture. I think I’ll listen to them.

Thinking more outward sent me into the city today. I planned to walk around yesterday, but it rained all day. Getting my feet wet didn’t sound exciting. Nick reminded me last night about our record/book store/coffee shop idea, and it excited me. I walked around the cool part of town to see if something similar exists here. I saw no such mergers. I wandered for three of four hours, waiting for something.

I found the last spot in Starbucks and had a conversation with Simon in the other seat, a 50-something Quebecois. It was difficult to catch everything he said, partially due to his broken English, partially due to his broken train of thought, but what I caught was gold. His comment about needing courage in life had me connecting his unorganized ideas to what I heard this morning. God must have been involved. How else could the day have been so conclusive? Like a chapter in a book.

I finished ‘Tom Sawyer’ last night. Read that book. You feel like a kid reading it. It makes you want to explore. Or be a pirate. Or a robber. Yeah! A ROBBER!!!

Anyway, I’m off. It’s 11:36 and I have an interview with Mackay Centre for the Deaf And Blind tomorrow afternoon that I need to be well rested for. Blessings for Langley.

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