There is something even stronger than prayer: Listening to God!

I rained prayer upon prayer against the walls present in my own life, its injustices, recurrent struggles and other adversities.

The whys and wherefores don’t matter, I just need God

They beg for a few cents’ worth of affection each day, without realizing they’re sitting on a huge seam of unconditional love…

At birth, little does it matter to us whether we are disadvantaged or favoured. The only thing that matters is the love of those close to us.

Those who overtake me treat me to an amazing mime show featuring a whole range of whiners and complainers. It’s too funny for words (and cheaper than going to the movies!)

To tell you the truth, my prayers sometimes sound as hollow as that banal ‘How are you?’ two passers-by in a hurry to get home might exchange.

Without a daily session sunning themselves by His side, my fruits would be seriously lacking in vitamins...

A delegation, all wearing ties, is waiting for me at the entrance and welcomes me, just like the technical team of a Formula One racing driver.

For, if I don’t understand anything either about what is happening to me, I know at least that, for sure, God is not far away.

So I think up a story without words which sums up, exclusively in pictures, the heart of the Bible’s message. I set to work...

Faithfulness in encouraging someone with a phone call, a prayer, a visit, a kind look, is the equivalent of watering in the case of plants (that also takes time but it’s even prettier).

During a walk near the ‘three crosses’ on a hill close to Nolay in Burgundy (France), he took me by the hand and wanted me to climb up towards the middle cross just as the storm was arriving and it was beginning to rain…

I called out to two walkers who were unlucky enough to be approaching from the opposite direction: “Watch out! I’ve dumped a load of trash on the path! Whatever you do, don’t walk in it!”

In Switzerland, newly disembarked from the aeroplane, I notice certain details which had not shocked me before.

‘This song was written by one of ours, Sadhu Sundar Singh! A role model etched in each of our hearts,’ they yell at me.

All the way through that first night in India, bursts of noises from the streets climb all the way up the walls to infiltrate the badly soundproofed windows of my hotel room and arouse my Western feeling of security.

The discovery of a plane ticket to India in my letter box ten years later leaves me speechless.

While I am speaking, I sense very strongly that this woman facing me, a well-known medium, is being visited by a Spirit much greater than those she has welcomed up to this day.

Saying, ‘I want to make the most of life before following God,’ is to have understood nothing about what He is, nor what He gives.

A young Christian managed to get me into his comic book school. I was able to witness to his whole class, in spite of the teacher being visibly ill at ease about God being talked about so freely in his class.

Leaving the house this morning, I had the impression of being entwined in an entanglement of roots of insoluble problems… I take the path which goes inside the forest and which leads me to the feet of its God.

In five minutes, on the podium, it will be the decisive moment. The Spanish are going to hear me for the very first time. Curses, the toilet door is jammed! I am stuck in the loo of a paradise island: highly symbolic!

He stopped for a moment and noticed that I put a lot more into my wheelbarrow  than he did in his. He tried to impress me by wheeling my barrow.

The years have gone by and today, acting as if nothing was up, Luc announces to me:  “There you are! ‘The’ house is for sale!”