Even before we first moved to Brittany, I knew that I wanted to learn some Breton language. Living several years in Wales and marrying a Welsh girl was certainly an incentive. I had also learned Welsh, and it couldn’t be that difficult to learn some Breton.
Yet, when we got there, the local Christians were less than keen. Some thought the idea was weird. Many laughed at the idea. Apart from the fact that the majority of Christians in Brittany are not from Brittany, even those Christians who spoke Breton were fairly negative about the idea. The Breton language was on its death-bed. Everyone spoke French anyway, why bother.
Yet, the conviction remained. Even if I would never speak fluently, I was convinced that showing an interest in the people of Brittany and their language would open some doors to the gospel, and it did. After three years, I had made a group of friends and the door was wide open. I had many opportunities to share the gospel, because I had taken the time to learn some of the language and tried to understand the Breton people.
It is just sad that, as far as I am aware, hardly any-one in France seem to see the importance of showing at least some interest in the various local languages, especially those with a significant number of speakers like Breton, Alsatian or Basque.
En Avant de Guingamp is one of the smallest clubs of the French championship, if not the smallest, with a budget of 25 million euros for this season. Guingamp is also a small town of less than 8000 inhabitants. Yesterday, the club played Paris Saint Germain, The club of the French Capital city. With a budget of 490 euros for this season, and an array of star players, PSG was unbeaten this season, until yesterday.
That says a lot about money and talent. You can have all the money and talent in the world, That doesn’t make you invincible. The giant PSG has feet of clay. Yesterday, they played very badly and lost. They were humiliated by a small, rural town. As for us, we are proud of supporting Guingamp.
We spent the weekend in Quimper. I had been invited to preach in as mall evangelical church there. Saturday was lovely, dry for the most part. We visited a small village called Locronan before going to Quimper in the afternoon.
Quimper is a big town in Southern Brittany. The city centre has retained many old features: narrow cobbled streets, an old cathedral, old houses… There were many people in the narrow streets. I saw lot of young people. We wandered around the town centre and by the riverside. It’s not far from the see and the tide was high, so the water was almost at the street level. early the next morning, the tide was even higher and some of the streets were flooded.
We stayed in a hotel near the town centre.
We enjoyed our visit. It seems to be a pleasant place
There was a funeral in town yesterday. A well-known local figure was being buried. I was in town when the procession came out of the basilica. Since the roads had been closed for the occasion, I watched the procession walk passed. It was impressive and sobering. The bagad (pipe band) was leading the way, followed by flag bearers, the hearse before the rest of the crowed. The man wasn’t vey old. He was in his sixties I would say. I had seen him around the music school a few times. He was well known for having started the local Bagad as well as the St-loup festival, a well known breton dance competition. There’s an article in Ouest-France: Les adieux au président de la Saint-Loup