“I was afraid of you » she (our neighbour) confessed, a little sheepishly. “when I heard that you were a pastor, honestly, is scared me. I didn’t know what kind of neighbors you would be, whether you belonged to some strange cult or something. But now it seems that you guys are pretty normal.”
Before leaving for Oregon we had several great conversations with our neighbors, but Martine felt a definite coldness set in while I was gone. Now we know why… they thought we were potentially part of some crazy cult that would one day build a commune in the woods outside town or something.
Normally for a Quebecker, anything non-Catholic is automatically characterized as a potential cult and very dangerous. Quebec does not have experience as a pluralistic society as does the US. For generations you were either Catholic or a cast-off from mainstream society.
However normal they perceive us now though, they still think that we are very different. “Don’t you feel different than everyone else, like you don’t fit in?” she asked one day, making reference to the fact that it is strange for someone as young as I living for Jesus Christ.
“Of course” I responded. “But that’s not really a big deal considering what Jesus did for us.
Over the course of several dozen conversations (within just the past week!) the gospel is slowly seeping out. Jesus almost always comes up… simply because of who we are. And that’s great, they accept who we are, being different and all… and are watching and asking. He even once brought up the idea of eternal life being a gift from God (He being an honest non-practicing Catholic). The wheels are turning.
You, yes YOU, reading this right now… you must have been praying.