Monthly Archives: August 2012

The Vision – Pete Greig

Man, I love how Pete Greig describes the vision God has put in his heart for the youth.  This is what we want to see here in Romania.

The following words (taken directly from the 24-7 Prayer website) differ slightly from the video:

So this guy comes up to me and says, “What’s the vision?  What’s the big idea?”  I open my mouth and words come out like this…  The vision?

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An Evening with Gypsies

Bucureşti is strange. On one street, things can look just like Madison or Milwaukee. Then you go over one street, and there’s a Rrom family living in a house that seems to have been dropped in from Haiti.

Yesterday afternoon, we had a wonderful time with a couple Rrom families living just 10 minutes from us.  They’re mostly Christians, love their kids, and have fairly strong families.  We met with them for a couple hours for a short Bible study.  We had a wonderful evening.

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He Became Sin

This morning, as I was praying, I had 2 Corinthians 5:21 come to my mind.  I spent the next hour and a half talking with God simply about that one verse alone.  It truly is an amazing and powerful scripture.

2 Corinthians 5:21 – “He made him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in him.”

2 Corinteni 5:21 – “El, pentru noi, L-a făcut păcat pe Cel Ce n-a cunoscut păcatul, pentru ca, în El, să devenim dreptatea lui Dumnezeu.”

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King of Communism

As part of my Romanian cultural immersion, I have been trying to learn more of their history, watch their TV shows, listen to their music, read their newspapers, even read their translation of the Bible.  Some of it helps me learn the language better.  Some of it is just a nice break from other language studies.  Some of it is really a good education on what it means to be Romanian.

Jason recommended the video “King of Communism.”  If you haven’t seen it yet, check it out.  It’s a really good look at the last of Eastern Europe’s communist dictators:  Nicolae Ceausescu.

Romanian Mosquitoes…. Worse than Vampires

So, now that I’ve spent two months in Romania, I can safely do a post about the differences between Romanian and Wisconsin mosquitoes.

When I first encountered Romanian mosquitoes, I was misled by their small size.  They looked so tiny in comparison to the giant flying behemoths we harbor in Wisconsin, like defenseless little babies.  But cute and cuddly they are not.  They may be small but, believe me, they’re wiry.

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Busted by Busteni

When we arrived at Buşteni, all we knew was that we wanted to show Jake Martin the mountains of Romania and that there was a mountain to our right and a trail that went up it.  Where to find the trail, how long it was, how much the elevation increased, where we could camp at the top….  We didn’t know any of that.  But a friendly guy selling raspberries directed us towards Hotel Silva, and there a random guy standing with a map directed us towards the “Blue Cross Trail” that would take us to the top and then it was “just four hours” to a place where we could camp.

We learned later it’s called the “mici” (small) trail.  Small in this case does not mean what you probably think it means.  It means “straight up the mountain at 80-degrees.”

But we didn’t know that at the time.

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Thanks, Mom… and Dad, too

This’ll be a quick post ’cause I’m definitely tired right now.  I spent the last 32 hours watching my nieces (7, 5, and 3 years old).  They’re awesome, mostly well-behaved, super funny, and I love ’em a ton.  But they’re a lot of work.

Dang, I’m tired.

And broke.

For starters, 200 lei really isn’t as much money as it sounds like.  It’s not $200 but more like $50.  We spent a third of it at McDonald’s getting Happy Meals.  Another third went to getting a DVD (okay, two DVDs).  And then it was a couple fresh-squeezed orange juices, make-your-own pizzas, tram rides, bottles of water, and art supplies later, and that 200 lei is completely gone.  So there went the baby-sitting money.

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