Those French have a way about things.

They have different words for everything, even if us right-thinking Americans only have one word where the French have two.

I’m thinking about the word “know”.  We can know our address, we can know Tony Stewart’s car number, we can know the receptionist at the front desk.  Not the French.  They can know (savoir) things, but they can only know about (connaitre) people.

It’s almost as bad as the Greeks and their words for “love”.  You’d think they thought it made a difference or something.  I mean, the whole “Peter, do you love Me?” thing just gets wacky if you know that Peter was answering with a different kind of love than Jesus asked with.  Or if you know that Jesus changed His final “love” to the one that Peter was answering with.  Too complicated.

Anyway, it gives me a great deal of pleasure to know that God speaks French, even better than the French do.  Not only does He connaitre stuff about us – Matthew 10:30 says

But the very hairs of your head are all numbered

– He also savoirs us.  From Acts 15:8 comes that same silly Peter, wiser and more mature, talking about the gentiles:

And God, who can’t be fooled by any pretense on our part but always knows a person’s thoughts, gave them the Holy Spirit exactly as He gave Him to us.

Mon Dieu! What a mighty God we serve!