So I promised on Facebook to give some more details about the awkward day of evangelism we had. Most of the awkward moments came from simply not knowing the language, but I figured I’d give a play-by-play about who we talked to. Please pray for the people we met and spoke with.
From the moment we started, our plans got, well, scrapped. First, we planned to meet Cosmin (a Romanian friend who likes to do evangelism) at Piaţa Universitate at 2 pm, but Cosmin forgot all about getting together. Jake called him, and we made plans to meet at 3 instead. But shortly before 3, Cosmin called to say he couldn’t make it after all.
On our way to Universitate, we hopped on the tramvai, costing us a whopping 30-cents and saving ourselves two whole blocks of walking. But, little did we realize, the tram was heading the wrong way. So we decided to catch a subway at a different staţie de metrou. Unfortunately, in our rush, we got on the wrong line and ended up heading to Gara de Nord. It wasn’t a big deal, though, ’cause there are lots of lost people around the train station, too.
So Jake and I headed out today to do some evangelism. It was probably the most awkward time of evangelism I’ve ever had. The language barrier was a real… well, barrier.
But we spoke to a number of people, gave out 6 tracks (or 6,000 thanks to the European method of using a “,” instead of a “.”), and learned stuff.
What did we learn?
Well, we learned we need to learn the language better or have a Romanian-speaker go with us next time.
We learned that for the time being, our best method will probably be handing out lots and lots of tracts.
We learned that it’s not the end of the world when you look, sound, and act pretty retarded. 🙂
So, we went out, we were faithful, we obeyed, and we even managed to sow a few seeds, seeds which will always accomplish something.
I like to check out wimp.com every now and then. Sometimes it’s just a time-waster, but sometimes there are some really great videos on it. June 27th, they uploaded a video about an Asian daughter and her deaf father. Although the video is about the relationship between the father and his daughter, it’s a wonderful look at the love that God, our heavenly Father, has for us. Oh, and seriously, I dare you to not cry. 🙂
A couple days ago during our team prayer time, God’s Spirit moved powerfully through the gift of tongues. I normally think of tongues as a “space saver” to keep things from getting too quiet in-between prayers. (I know, I know, it’s a very heathen way to look at this awesome gift of God. But at least I’m honest…) Anyhow, the Lord put the follow Scripture on my heart for Romania:
Joshua 1:6 – “Be strong and courageous, for you shall give this people possession of the land which I swore to their fathers to give them.”
What was hi-lighted to my heart was the second part: YOU SHALL GIVE THIS PEOPLE POSSESSION OF THE LAND WHICH I SWORE TO THEIR FATHERS TO GIVE THEM.
Lord, use me.
This morning, I was thinking about when Moses first saw the burning bush in Exodus 3. After calling to Moses, God then tells him, “Do not come near here; remove your sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground” (3:5).
My usual reaction to this verse is something like, “Since God’s holy, when Moses took off his sandals, it was like leaving behind the dirt, the grime, the sin of the world.”
But this morning I was thinking about how the removal of the sandals removed the barrier between man and what is holy. With no sandals on his feet, Moses touched holy ground… with his bare skin.
Y’know, I never think I’d miss a shower curtain so much… until I didn’t have one anymore. But it’s been a week of showers, and I think I’m getting the hang of this thing now.
Check out this blog article for a much more humorous explanation of the shower curtain phenomena than you’d ever get from me. And if you’re lucky, I’ll include a “How To Shower in Romania” section in my next prayer letter. 🙂 It’s an adventure, certainly.
(P.S. The above photo is not from our bathroom; as my camera was stolen, you get instead a random Romanian bathroom photo I found online. It’s got a layout nearly identical to ours, though, so should give you a good idea of the hardships I deal with here.)
I just finished a tract that tells all about how I came to find Jesus. Since not all of you know who I am and where I come from, I figured I’d post it here for you to enjoy. My story is below:
I always kind of believed in God—I was baptized as a baby, I grew up going to church, my family even prayed before meals—but I lived my life as if God was no more real than a fairy tale. Over time, I began to call myself an atheist.
I was 12 when I first found porn online, but things really went bad when I was 15. That was when I decided to stop feeling guilty about porn, to stop calling it sin, and to simply accept it as human nature. That was one of the dumbest decisions I ever made.
While struggling with a growing porn addiction, I also began to experience heavy depression. I remember lying awake many nights seeing no hope for the future and wishing I would die. I saw no reason to go on living.