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French Fridays

Bonjour! My French is growing again as I prepare to travel to France in May. Beginning today, I'm going to dedicate Fridays to my upcoming trip. I had debated about whether to create a new blog or to keep it here, and decided it was easier and practical to write here.



As I write this entry, I'm currently listening to a French music album (Blonde) by Canadian artist, Coeur de Pirate. Check it out on YouTube.

I'll be heading to France for a month, beginning in the middle of May. I'm excited about the trip, and look forward to meeting people. Part of the journey is to connect with French missionaries to see if my art can be utilized in France.

I'll be going with a group called TEAM which has centers in Paris and the Alps region. It's a group I've known about for a few years, and when I saw they had Creative Arts missionaries, I took a chance to see if I could go.

Why art, you ask? Why not?

One answer to the art question is simply because I use art to express my own faith whether through my books or through my fiber arts. Another answer would focus on the many avenues art provides. For many people, entering a church is out of the question. How do you reach people who have been hurt by the Church? How do you reach people who have no desire to learn about Christianity? The easiest spot is to meet them halfway.

Art, through its many avenues, can remove the Christian part, thereby focus on universal elements such as love, anger and redemption. We all understand these elements whether through a love story, a story about revenge, or the redemption of a character. You find it in films, books and songs.

For me, art remains the way I express the frustrations and joys I find in the everyday. Often, characters in books explore issues I wish to explore, but for whatever reason cannot. I may not draw cartoons or create symphonies, but I write, and I weave. Through these avenues, I explore darkness and hope.

In a world increasingly full of questions, I realize I don't have the answers, but often more questions. To be honest, many of the "Christian" answers leave me empty and dissatisfied. Maybe, through art, we can learn from one another and find an answer to all our questions.

If you want to support me, you can donate here and type in Britton, Bridgette as the missionary. The link takes you to TEAM's website.

It will be interesting to see how this journey progresses, and I hope many of you join me on it. I know it will open new avenues, and new opportunities, not to mention new frustrations and sorrows. It's life, and without the bad, the good isn't as sweet.

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