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Prayer Letter – October 2013

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It was… interesting today.

Today was an interesting day.  It seems every Sunday ends up being interesting over here, but today was more so than usual.

First, I joined my friend and ministry partner Alex at the local LDS chapel (I have no idea if “chapel” is the right word or not).  Alex and I aren’t Mormons, so I should probably explain this.  A few weeks ago, Alex had met a couple of missionaries while he was out sharing the gospel.  Rather than debating them or challenging them concerning the unbiblical doctrines of the LDS (which is more Alex’s natural style), he felt called to simply share his testimony with them, his story of deliverance from drugs, life-threatening disease, and a life of crime.  The two were so struck by his story that they came to church with him the next Sunday.  Later, they invited him to join them for their monthly “testimony Sunday” where the pulpit was open for anyone to share.  Of course, Alex can’t turn down any chance to share his testimony, even if it means going to an LDS meeting.

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Prayer Letter – September 2013

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Just Another Crazy Monday Night

Since I know you want to hear them, here are the rejected titles for this post:  Lost in Translation, Testify Sistah!, a Mormonic Conversation, and a New Wife for Jason.  Yeah, it was an eventful night, mostly encouraging but also difficult.

I don’t want to spend a lot of time talking about the discouraging aspects of the night, but I think it’s good to let you know that ministry here in Bucuresti is not all a bunch of successes.  So, before I get to the awesome stuff, here’s the list of what discourages me:  we lost our translator somehow, we arrived an hour late, most of our regular families were gone tonight, worship seemed heartless and dull, the praying was similarly just as lifeless, a couple of the kids at the meeting were going crazy, Lali stumbled into the meeting drunk, I couldn’t seem to say a word in Romanian.  So, there it is, all the discouraging aspects of the evening.

Now, for the stuff I like.

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