Okay, so this post was actually originally published on another blog that Matteo and I were going to try to write together a while ago, but I thought I’d publish it here to share since it is a year since we took a trip of discernment to Montreal and this is a story from that time! Can’t believe how far we’ve come. Actually, we were sitting in a restaurant just yesterday with the people we met with who worked it out with us to come here and now we are actually living in the city of that restaurant – how crazy is that?! Anyways, without further ado, here is a story of calling.
Matteo and I decided to visit Quebec in early December 2015 to discern our calling to Montreal from Vancouver after months of conversation and prayer. One day during that trip I had a [not-so-]chance encounter in a coffee shop that was a powerful shift in our decision-making process.
On the Wednesday of our weeklong visit, Matteo had a meeting during which I had some time to kill.
By this time in the trip, I had a pretty good sense about Montreal but I still wasn’t sure. I was using my thoughts and feelings to discern a fit and I had a sense of Yes, I could do this, no problem, but I lacked the calling, the sense of I must do this. In other words, I felt like I could say yes, but not a specific sense that God wanted us to be in Montreal in particular.
And so, when Matteo dropped me off in an area where I could walk to a coffee shop and went on his way, I set out and decided to pray specifically for a sense of calling. As I began to pray, I began to think that I should pray to encounter God – even perhaps to meet an angel.
Minutes into my walk – no joke – I saw an angel.
It was in a rather unconventional form: a small statue of an angel that I passed by on the sidewalk as I walked to my destination. And, like you, likely, as you read this post, at first I brushed it off as a coincidence. However, as I often forget, there are no coincidences in the world of God – who notices even the smallest sparrow that falls.
Regardless, that encounter in no way made it clear to me that we were doing the right thing in moving across the country to live and serve in Montreal.
I ended up at the coffee shop (Dispatch, to be precise – third wave coffee what?!) and ordered some avocado toast and coffee. I had a project to work on for our church in Vancouver’s blog and so I pulled it up on my laptop and began working on the text and graphics. After about two hours, my battery was nearly dead and I had no available outlet so I packed up to leave. However, as I stood up from my table, a man called me over and asked if I could talk for a second. He said, “I passed behind you when you were working on your computer – what you were working on looked so Zen. Can I ask you, are you spiritual?”
And let me tell you, I got goosebumps.
Matteo and I had spent the previous two days learning about the religious climate in Quebec, understanding and being exposed to a city which walked out of the church in the 60s and never returned. Not only Christianity, but religion in general, is understood to be corrupt and misleading, and Montreal (and all of Quebec)’s posture is secular.
So, to encounter this question was to encounter a wildly unique person – not only someone who was open to religion, but was open to talking about it.
I answered by saying yes, that I was spiritual – in fact I was a Christian from Vancouver visiting Quebec to learn more about religion in this city. In the following conversation he revealed that he had been attending a church for the past few weeks. In fact, he had met Jesus and been converted.
I nearly collapsed with wonder and joy.
Here was a man – an angel really – sent to me, I believe, from God, to confirm that God was at work in the city, and that I was being invited to see him and join in his work.
This was when Matteo called to check on whether he could come by and pick me up to go to dinner. I frantically ignored his call a couple of times and then finally had to pick up and explain that I was encountering Jesus and could he please come quickly so that he could meet this man too.
By that time I had explained that Matteo was a pastor and that we were exploring the possibility of coming to Quebec to be part of a church.
When Matteo came through the door, the man/angel greeted us together with an extraordinary exclamation: “You guys are on a special mission.”
What a crazy gift to be welcomed to Quebec by someone who had encountered Jesus, who was himself seeking to encourage others through verses and texts which he showed us that he’d been finding in his Bible, who ministered to us and showed us light in the middle of a dark city. He treated us to coffee and as we sat, I couldn’t help but think of the image of a Trinitarian God who invites us into relationship as we three sat around a table.
In sum, this encounter was what confirmed for me that we were to come to Quebec. I prayed for a sign of some kind, and God spoke to me clearly with exactly what I needed to hear. Little did I know as well that Matteo had been specifically praying for me earlier that week to have a personal and particular confirmation of a call. Incredible!