As our days spent in Romania are dwindling down and we’ve begun campaigning our last concert event, I slow down to reflect on my time here. Starting the month in Targu Mures outreaching for a local church, then touring with a Christian rock band around the country has been an amazing adventure.
My first day in Targu Mures I meet a homeless man that reeks of beer. As we talk he describes to me that we are both falling out of an airplane but he has no parachute. I am the one he tells me that is grabbing him so that we both land safely to the ground. Sadly, a few minutes after leaving him our team finds him beating a woman behind the park we gathered in. Soon after our exchange of words I start battling spiritual weariness.
The “village crusades” have been an amazing opportunity for me to reach many people and experience several cultures in Romania. The nostalgic essense that being an American brings to promoting Christian concerts has been beneficial. People fervently shake my hand and ask me to pray for them simply because I live on the other side of the pond (almost like I’m famous). Our ministry partners urge others to “come hangout with the Americans”. I don’t mind using the precedence if it gets people to attend our outreach events (which it has).
My soul has been stirred this month from the power of prayer. After every concert people come forward, hungry for prayer, whether it be for healing or accepting Jesus Christ into their life. Through prayer I’ve seen restless and lost souls find peace. My soul has also been stirred by community presence and being active in street evangelism. Spiritually my soul has been uncomfortable but I believe its only by getting out of the coziness of life that maturity develops. Which is what this month has been all about for me, growth.
