It’s been a while since I posted here, but it’s about time to start up again. That’s right, I’m heading back to Paris for an extended stint.
Sometimes a place gets into your soul, whether you want it to or not. True story: the first time I visited Paris in 1993, after all was said and done, I reflected on my visit and said, “Paris was nice, but I don’t know if I’ll ever go back.”
That was my first trip overseas, and other than brief trips to Canada, it was my first time out of the country. There’s a bumper sticker that says, “Don’t believe everything you think.” No kidding. I’d love to go back in time and laugh at my younger self. Little did I know—how could I have?—that I’d end up spending a year of my life in Paris.
Most recently I was there for a few days in February, and now I’ll be heading back for six months, starting at the end of June. The year there from 2015-2016 was pure cultural experience: learn some French… experience life in Paris… travel around France and Europe… eat a lot of pastries… This time will be different. I’ll be serving as the transition pastor of the church we attended while we lived there. The current pastor is retiring, the new pastor won’t be coming until next January, so I’ll be serving in the interim.
It’s been seven years since I’ve been in full-time ministry; since then I’ve spent much of my time writing fiction, and I’m finally close to publishing a collection of stories.
So: time to get everything ready for living overseas again. Time to jump through all the hoops to get another visa. Time to finish up this round of publishing efforts before getting back into ministry. And time to make another list of bakeries to try out. I can’t wait!