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a story from Brussels

If I were fluent in French, I'd pack my bags and be on the next plane out to Brussels. I loved my time there—the food, the delicacies, and, most of all, the people at this church. They hosted us with warm generosity and kindness and were incredibly fun to spend a few days with. 

Now, we're so happy to tell the story of their church plant, Église Protestante de la Cambre. I bet after watching this, you wouldn't mind moving there either.

(ps, hear the jazz piano at the beginning? That's Matthieu, the church planter, at a casual dinner party they had while we were visiting. Impressive, huh!)