Cool!

Today I got a four course meal when I wasn't planning to eat lunch at all!
Our normal ride to church decided to attend a different one. My friend and I decided, therefore, to take public transportation to church, and go directly into Paris afterwords to make good use of "dimanche gratuit" (free museums the first Sunday of the month!). However, when the service ended my friend started talking to the lady sitting next to him. We talked for a while, and then she invited us to her house. We had a delightful time. She and her husband were in ministry for years. He has died and she is still involved, I think, in a lot of churches in Paris. So we talked a lot about calling and ministry and life- almost entirely in French, I might add- and she fed us very well. It was a wonderful time, and very encouraging.

After that we went to the national museum of modern art at the "Centre Pompidu." That was about what I expected. No, actually it was worse. My friend and I were hoping to find a modest selection of works that were actually good and a few more that were strange enough to be entertaining. We found two or three that were good and about 10 more that were mediocre. We found one that was fantastically strange. And one or two others that were mildly amusing. A lot of it was unimpressive. But a lot of it was also just plain disturbing. Much of it was sexually themed. Not glorifying sex, for the most part. Worshiping it, perhaps, but more out of fear than of adoration. Fortunately, thanks to the highly abstract nature of most of it, there weren't a whole lot of things that were actually pornographic, and I could just avoid paying too much attention.

However, there was a whole temporary section that was devoted to feminism. We glanced in the first room. Um... yeah. Not cool. We made a quick sweep through the safest looking part of the exhibition and then left rather quickly.

And I learned something nifty. Whenever I have financial problems, all I need to do is hang a metal snow shovel from the ceiling and I will be able to pawn it off on a gullible modern arts guru for good cash!