Decent pants are expensive in Romania. I have a few pairs of blue jeans in various conditions, but I don’t have many pants I can wear for work at the school (i.e. not jeans). Two days ago, I found two of my pairs of pants got these big blue ink stains on them somehow. I quickly grabbed some soap and started scrubbing, but there was absolutely no change; the stain didn’t even smear.
Finally, I “prayed” something like, “Well, God, this sucks. I don’t have any money to buy more pants. I’ll get over it; they’re only pants, but still… You made the Israelites’ clothes last for 40 yeras, so you can make my clothes last, too. And they weren’t even trying to be faithful to you; I haven’t been perfect, but at least I’m headed in the right direction.”
And then I stuck them in a bucket of water, no soap, and thought to myself, “Maybe they just need to soak for a while… Maybe God will do something. And if not, I guess I’ll just have a couple pairs of shorts.”
Posted in Bucharest
Tagged clean, cleaning, daily life, jesus, life, miracle, prayer, purity, sinless, stain, testimony
In a lot of ways, this post is about one of the biggest struggles I have here in Romania.
Living in a city of two million and in a country whose language and culture I barely understand, far from most friends and family and away from the people who have held me accountable for years, I often feel invisible. I could probably go the whole day and not run into a single familiar face or have a single person say “Bună ziua, hello” or “Cum eşti? How are you?” It’s embarrassing, but I’ve often had to stop myself from taking care of… errr, well… nasal maintenance in public. I just sometimes forget that people really do notice I’m here.
I’m tempted to think I’m invisible, unnoticed.
There’s a deeper truth here than just remembering not to embarrass yourself in public.
Posted in Bucharest
Tagged accountability, fear, fear of the lord, holiness, invisibility, invisible, missionary, missions, purity, unaccountable, wisdom
As we go through this roller-coaster ride of planting a church in Bucureşti, I have often found myself asking: “Why on earth did we decide we needed to do this, anyhow?” These last few weeks, as numbers have dipped especially low, this question has had a tendency to come to mind much more frequently.
So, why are we planting a church here in Bucureşti?
There are many reasons. Here’s one: România needs more bodies of believers who trust God for total holiness and experience his total liberty.
Some churches believe that holiness isn’t really attainable and so you might as well just go on sinning and trust Jesus forgives you. Others seem to think the entire Christian life is an austere and painful struggle to live holy and free from any and every minute imperfection in spirit, soul, and body.
I believe the Bible teaches holiness is completely attainable and that through Jesus we also have incredible liberty. This is an important dichotomy: we can be totally and fully pure before God, in body, soul, and spirit; and we can also enjoy life to the full and experience tremendous liberty.
Here are thirteen quick thoughts related to holiness and liberty:
Posted in Bucharest
Tagged bucharest, bucuresti, church, church-plant, freedom, holiness, joy, liberty, piatra vie, purity, radical christianity, romania, sin
The following article by J. Lee Grady appeared in www.charismamag.com on 12/5/2012. I thought it was so great, I wanted to share it with all of you.
If you aspire to ministry, don’t be stupid. Decide now to avoid these obvious pitfalls.
I had the privilege of sharing a pulpit with Dr. Mary Ann Brown two times. She was bold, prophetic and painfully blunt. People who hate women preachers hated her even more because of her no-nonsense sermons—always delivered in her Texas twang. She would get her audience laughing and then skewer them with a hot blade of truth.
When this spiritual giant died last month at age 73, I remembered the last words she said to me when we were together at a conference in Chicago in 2011. After lamenting the fact that so many ministers in the United States were failing, Mary Ann locked eyes with me and said with stern, motherly authority: “Lee, please don’t ever get stupid.”