At 22 January at the age of 93, God invited Abbé Pierre to leave this world and come to His. When I was 16 I remember a visit to his projects in Paris with our school class, at that time I didn't realise what he meant for society: we boys found Napoleon's grave and the Eiffel Tower more exciting than the places filled with second-hand materials of Abbé Pierre. Now I hope that I'll be forgiven, because now it's the other way around for me. It's not a matter of if, but a matter of when he well be declared a Saint of the Church, I'm sure. You can consider him the mother Theresa of Paris. Here you find more information about him.
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- paintings and photographs
- And now... for something completely different!
- Daily life in Bagdad
- in memoriam Abbé Pierre
- The meaning of meaning
- Dagobert Duck and Africa
- about God I
- A visit to Bergeijk (not only bringing the radio)
- Wessel
- Fabrication and Truth
- Happy birthday, Muhammad!
- A visit to the port of heaven
- About what just happened
- A top achievement
- About evolution theory
- A Sunday afternoon walk
- A poetic prayer
- Death penalty: justified or not?
- YouTube
- About Fryslân
- Lying to the Holy Father...
- It's all one big plot!
- Ill
- Father's furniture
- Do it yourself
- How to buy a house in Holland
- Management according to St. Benedict
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