Games?
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Games?

ByVincento

‘Games’ by Patrick Oberholzer is a remarkable book – remarkable in its oversized format, remarkable in its dramatic design, and particularly remarkable in its message. It is also a very instructive book. It makes us aware of the traumatic experiences of many Afghans refugees who arrive in comfortable Western Europe. “We speak of ‘games’ to refer…

View toward the Salève and Geneva

Give my love to Jesus

ByVincento

An extract from ‘Greet Suzon for me’ “I’m sure you miss your papa, Sophie.” “Yes. Mummy’s taking me to him.” “That’s right.” I looked at Antoinette. “How did you get separated? Can you tell me what happened?” She hung her head, sniffing and nodding for some moments. Then she looked up, breathing in gasps. “Those…

The Edict of Nantes
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The Edict of Nantes

ByVincento

In the sixteenth century, France witnessed decades of strife between the established Catholic Church and the new Huguenot believers, followers of John Calvin’s Protestant doctrine. These culminated in a series of massacres in many parts of the country. The most horrible became known as the St Bartholomew’s Day Massacre in 1572, at which thousands of…

Slander – an odious sin

Slander – an odious sin

ByVincento

Even in a time of great persecution under Louis XIV, most Huguenots in France were primarily concerned for their personal holiness in the eyes of God, rather than to fight for their rights. This is illustrated by the following imagined secret evening culte in a private home, based on a genuine sermon preached in Castres…

A New Home?

A New Home?

ByVincento

How do refugee families settle in their adopted country? Recently the BBC published a moving report about nine-year-old Rouaa from a Syrian refugee family. They had fled their home after a chemical attack and lived for several years in a camp in Lebanon. Now the UK has granted them asylum. For several years, I have…

Huguenot refugees by Albert Anker
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A Night in the Forest

ByVincento

This is a sample chapter from my work-in-progress: Gédéon. Madeleine d’Albert “Get out of sight, Madeleine!” Papa’s voice roused me from my slumber. A cry escaped my lips as my head jerked up and struck a brass knob on Maman’s escritoire. Papa was quick to push back into place the tiny drawer that had opened…