With Christmas come and gone, I figured I ought to give a quick update on some of our holiday adventures here in Romania. Unfortunately, I forgot to take pictures, so you don’t get any.
For starters, nearly $600 in donations came in this year for buying Christmas gifts for poor families. (Way to go, 724! You guys rock!!!) We’re still a small work, so this more than covered all of our expenses this year! Besides bringing gifts (around 40 or 50) ourselves for families to whom we’ve been ministering, we were also able to give a donation to a church doing a similar work in another area of Bucharest. For everybody who gave to make this happen, thanks!
I hate cancer. My friend and spiritual father Royce died from cancer; whenever I hear jazz, see a Cracker Barrel, or pass by a KOA, I think of Royce and miss him. Ron, too, died of cancer; I knew his grandkids better than I knew him, but any guy who pulls my car out of a ditch gets kudos from me. My uncle David died of cancer at 54. While I was a youth pastor in Spring Green, “Aunt” Lea and Mark Koller also passed away from cancer; Aunt Lea had lived a long and full life, but Mark was only 51.
And then there are all the survivors, the friends who have lived with and overcome cancer. These are, sadly, fewer on my list.
Today, a friend working with Campus Crusade called Jake and I. His friend Remus was in the hospital watching his three-year-old daughter die from a tumor in her brain. Would we visit them and pray for her healing?
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Everybody has a grandpa, but there’s no one like my Grandpa Jack.
My grandpa never won a Nobel Prize or wrote a novel, but he taught me how to paddle a canoe and how to row a boat. Grandpa showed me how to dig up the big nightcrawlers in the wet leaves at the cottage, how to get the worm on the hook and the hook on the line. He taught me how to cast it on the mucky side of the dock where the fish were and how to move the worm to fool the fish. I still remember the first bluegill I ever caught; I was with Grandpa at the cottage. And I remember perfectly the lures I proudly purchased after that trip; they were big and purple, and I was sure I’d catch a thousand bluegills with them. Of course, no bluegill on the planet would’ve been able to get his mouth around them, so I went right back to the nightcrawlers under the leaves. My giant lures weren’t a match for Grandpa’s wisdom.
We were invited back to Bărbuleşti yesterday to speak at the second church in the town. When we arrived, our host informed us of an interesting turn of events since our last visit.
On Saturday, an older Christian man had passed away. As he died, he looked towards his son and told him, “I see a fire covering the whole earth. Repent before it’s too late.” And then he died.
Naturally, that caused quite a stir. Our host encouraged us, “Preach repentance. Preach against sin. God is touching many people now. They are very open, but they have many sins.” That was good news because that’s the message God had put on my heart anyhow.