Beni soit le nom du Seigneur. Beni soit ton nom.

Ok.  So let me apologize, I know it has been awhile since my last post, but Paris was keeping me quite busy.  I’m having a really difficult time understanding how there is only two weeks of my trip left.  One more week of Europe – One more week of Jamaica – and then I’m home.  So weird.  And then I get to start figuring out my next trip : )

Anyway.  Lets talk about Paris.  Where to begin….  Ok, well I got to see my friend Hannah, which was really cool because it has been more than a month since I have seen someone that I know.  Its always good to see a familiar face.  So we got to go around with seeral of her friends and see all that Paris has to offer.

Paris is pretty much was I expected.  But I mean… my expectations were through the roof, so I dont mean to sound dissapointed if I do.  Versailles was incredible.  The hall of mirrors… seriously… it isnt a surprise the people wanted to overthrow the monarch… they were spending mad cash – but at least it makes for a cool visit today, right?  The Louvre.  What can I really say.  How about nothing, just try to make it out there sometime in your lifetime.  While I was there I stole the Monna Lisa, but I felt pretty guilty about it, being that it is a priceless world treasure, so I brought it back before anyone noticed it was gone.  Thats how I roll.

The Eiffle Tower is cooler than I had imagined.  And really, the whole city is just incredibly beautiful.  Its huge, ill say that much.  But it was really quite awesome. 

On Tuesday night, I had a chance to visit Passion Paris – a part of Passion’s (a big Christian Conference) world tour.  And again (this is becoming the theme of the blog) there are few words that can even begin to capture the magnitude of the impact of what I experienced.  But if I had to choose a few that might attempt to explain, they would be:

Beni soit le nom du Seigneur. Beni soit ton nom.

In engligh that reads:

Blessed be the name of the Lord.  Blessed be your name.

Although the night was mostly in english (Giglio did have a translator for his talk), all of the worship leaders made an effort to sing some of their songs in French.  I made a few very poor efforts at joining in, but mostly I stood and listened, soaking in the moment.  What can be a more powerful reminder of how big God is than listening to a thousand French college students sing to God with the same intent as me, but in a completely different language.  Ultimately what  realized, however, was that the language of worship is never different, regardless of how different the words may be.  Worship transcends language.  It is a state of one’s heart, not the arrangement of one’s words.  Just another small lesson Ive been able to learn on my journey through Europe.

Beni soit ton nom.

Raff