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I continued with French class at university but apart from the basics, I cannot speak the language at all (what a waste).
I had a somewhat different experience at varsity that made for good conversation during lunch time: my French professor was not from France but he was a brilliant teacher.
He must’ve been about sixty (or close to it) with white grey hair and a bald patch. He grew the bottom part of his hair longer and would then comb it over his bald patch, but by the time we had our French class, His "toupee" had slightly fallen out of place… giving him that comical-crazy teacher look.
What made it even more hilarious was the fact that he would flirt with a pretty blonde in my class and she, in turn, liked the attention. Many times we would chuckle and shake our heads as we left class while the two of them continued in discussion.
Poor gal.
Anyways, by the beginning of the second semester, she was not attending class anymore (I am not sure what happened but have a suspicion that it might have more to do with her marks than with their deep discussions).
I had a somewhat different experience at varsity that made for good conversation during lunch time: my French professor was not from France but he was a brilliant teacher.
He must’ve been about sixty (or close to it) with white grey hair and a bald patch. He grew the bottom part of his hair longer and would then comb it over his bald patch, but by the time we had our French class, His "toupee" had slightly fallen out of place… giving him that comical-crazy teacher look.
What made it even more hilarious was the fact that he would flirt with a pretty blonde in my class and she, in turn, liked the attention. Many times we would chuckle and shake our heads as we left class while the two of them continued in discussion.
Poor gal.
Anyways, by the beginning of the second semester, she was not attending class anymore (I am not sure what happened but have a suspicion that it might have more to do with her marks than with their deep discussions).
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| Edith Piaf |
Many times in class at varsity I would daydream of those moments sitting in my previous French teacher’s garden… what a reverie!
In fact, when my professor shared more compliments to the female students than comments on the language, I would hum some of the French songs we listened to. My all time favourite (to this day) is a song by Edith Piaf, a French singer and actress, called "Non, je ne regrette rien". It translates into “no, I regret nothing”.
This world can be crazy and upside down with brilliant bald (bold?) old men liking dumb blondes.
Even our own lives can be much of a mess…
but when we come to Jesus, and in our greatest regret, acknowledge Him as our saviour, we can with confidence say that “no, I don't LIVE in regret ANYMORE”. What I did or what was done is of no revelance anymore for my life has start anew with the One (Jesus) that my heart belongs to.
Are there things you regret doing? Give it to Jesus.
Sometimes, some current situation triggers memories and we remember the regretful things of the past. (ok, perhaps this just happens to me). Give it to Jesus. Part of daily surrendering our lives to Jesus includes the surrender of our pasts too.
No! Absolutely nothing...
No! I regret nothing
Neither the good that I've done nor the bad
All this is much the same to me!
No! Absolutely nothing...
No! I regret nothing...
It is paid, swept away, forgotten
I don't care about the past!
With my souvenirs
I lit a fire
My sorrows, my pleasures
I need them no more!
Swept away the love affairs
With their tremors
Swept away forever
I leave with nothing ...
No! Absolutely nothing...
No! I regret nothing
Neither the good that I've done nor the bad
All this is much the same to me!
No! Absolutely nothing...
No! I regret nothing...
Because my life, because my joys
Today that begins with you!
*There is a difference between regretting something and living in regret. Living in regret means you haven't allowed Christ to forgive you for the past; you hold onto it and it consumes your life leaving you depressed, morbid and guilt-ridden. Let it go... forgive and give the past to Jesus.
