This is what we called our Grandfather on my mother's side. I am not sure where the nickname came from. Daddy Jim, Jim Taylor, passed away on Friday night. He was a good grandfather. He pastored churches in Arkansas, Kansas, and Texas for over 50 years. He served in the marines in World War II and the Korean War. We received the news Saturday morning. Read his obituary here. He is the third grandfather that has passed away since we have been in France, Clyde Clark was my Dad's father, Harold Davis who I consider as my spiritual grandfather passed away these last couple of years. If I could mention one thing that I had learned early from watching him, is that preachers and christians can have a good time. He loved to have fun and he could talk to you about so many things. Saturday it rained almost all day but in the afternoon it turned to beatiful snow. It kind of made a good summary of our week, things get tough but God's still there and he can turn the bad into good. Sunday's service was good as well. I had a little trouble when we sang the french version of "How Great thou Art". The text for the message that morning included 1 John 3:2 "My dear friends, we are already God's children, though what we will be hasn't yet been seen. But we do know that when Christ returns, we will be like him, because we will see him as he truly is." We look forward to seeing Daddy Jim again. Back to work for now. God bless, JASON
Je suis américain. Je suis en train d'implanter une église dans le sud de la France. Je suis marié depuis 16 ans à Angie. Nous avons cinq enfants. Lilia a 15 ans. Caleb a 12 ans. Micah a 11 ans, Andrew a 9 ans et notre benjamine - Arianna - est née en 2010. Ils sont mignons. J'ai appris le Français dans une école de langues près de Paris. Je voudrais travailler toute ma vie pour la Gloire du Seigneur.