Jake and I joined Alex on Tuesday at Piata Obor to pass out gospel tracts near the subway station. I love the work Alex is doing, and his zeal for sharing the gospel (driven by his own experience of radical transformation when he discovered the message of the cross) is infectious and challenging.
Alex is a guy who really doesn’t care what he looks like out there sharing the gospel, knowing it’s by nature foolishness (1 Corinthians 1:18-31). It’s an unnerving and challenging but also inspiring characteristic. I’ve been in the subway with Alex when he’s started a conversation with me loud enough to be called open-air preaching, and the results were similar. My first time joining Alex for evangelism, he convinced me to grab his bullhorn and start preaching… in English… with no interpreter. I’m still not sure how he convinced me that was a good idea. Other times, he’s stopped young women on the street and asked them, as a grandfather might, “Why are you dressed like this? Don’t you know you’re causing guys to stumble? Don’t you care about their souls?” Hanging out with him can be, well, embarrassing.
The bottom line, though, is this: if hell is real, and if sin destroys men here and for eternity, and if Jesus really rescues men, then the gospel is worth your and my embarrassment.
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This morning, I called my friend Alex Grigorescu to see how things went last night after I left open-air preaching. (I love street preaching, but I had to leave early: “Man of Steel” had just opened in Romania, and it needed me to go watch it.) Anyhow, Alex told me the preaching went well, but then he said, “Listen, brother, I have something to encourage your faith.”
Alex then began to tell me about his trip to the market this morning. On his way to pick up some fish, he saw an old beggar woman hunched over and unable to stand up straight. As he walked by her, Alex felt something in his Spirit. God wanted to do something.
So instead of merely giving her a New Testament or a tract, he asked her, “Crezi ca Iisus este Domnul? Do you believe Jesus is Lord?” “Da. Yes,” came her reply. “Crezi ca Iisus pot sa te vindeca? Do you believe Jesus can heal you?” “Da,” she said again.
I mentioned here about meeting Alexandru through a couple “random” events including a chance encounter with an Armenian man who happened to be in Bucureşti. Of everyone I’ve ever met, Alex is the most clearly gifted and called as an evangelist; he’s got a deep passion for the lost and especially for the drug addicts.
In recent weeks, we’ve been speaking with him about helping to reach some of the addicts with the love of Jesus. The statistics are nowhere near clear, but from what we’ve been learning, Bucureşti has around 20-30,000 men and women addicted to heroin. We were told that at one local clinic 3000 men come for help with addictions each day, and the best the doctors can do is prescribe other drugs. What these men need is Jesus.
Pray for God to give us wisdom in this and that he would close every door he doesn’t want us to walk through.