I spent the month of June in Budapest, Hungary, a fact most of you blog readers did not know because I was a terrible blogger last month. There was something about being in Europe, being back in the first world, having internet all the time, that made it so easy NOT to blog, even though I wrote something nearly every day. Today, I am writing from Antigua, Guatemala, and already there is a difference in blogging. We are limited again. Limited electricity, limited internet. Limited. And so far, I think that is a good thing.
So, here is a brief glimpse of two people with whom I spent countless hours on the streets of Budapest doing Evangelism. Street Evangelism in Hungary is pretty much setting up a mini sound system, and Sam and Terry playing their guitar and banjo respectively, singing Christian songs, and then preaching a short message. These two men are so incredible.
Terry is a 68 year old crazy old coot from England. He was a
boxer in England for 20 years or so, after a stint in prison for
stabbing a man, at the age of 44, he found Jesus. He’s been in
Budapest for a few years now, and he heads up the street evangelism
ministry with YWAM. He is an odd duck in many ways; he loves American
Country Music, especially some of the older stuff, and he has an
incredibly thick accent that is reminiscent of Eliza Dolittle’s, only
harder to understand. I loved him from the moment I met him. Our
first day out at street evangelism, (and every day thereafter), he
pulls out his banjo and goes to town. It is incredible.
boxer in England for 20 years or so, after a stint in prison for
stabbing a man, at the age of 44, he found Jesus. He’s been in
Budapest for a few years now, and he heads up the street evangelism
ministry with YWAM. He is an odd duck in many ways; he loves American
Country Music, especially some of the older stuff, and he has an
incredibly thick accent that is reminiscent of Eliza Dolittle’s, only
harder to understand. I loved him from the moment I met him. Our
first day out at street evangelism, (and every day thereafter), he
pulls out his banjo and goes to town. It is incredible.
Then there is Sam. Sam is in his early 50’s, and is from Alabama, a
fact abundandtly obvious as soon as he speaks, because his accent is
just as thick as Terry’s, only slightly easier to understand. Sam found Jesus when he was in his early 20’s and he and his friends spent all their time drinking and racing cars. One night, one of his friends had too much to drink, and drove his car too fast. He died in Sam’s arms, and Sam came to the conclusion that there had to be more to life than drinking and racing. Sam has
been with YWAM since the early 90’s, when he spent a few years on a
Mercy Ship off the coast of Africa. He was in a worship band there,
and he said he played guitar. He does more than just ‘play guitar’. He makes his electric guitar sing like nothing I have ever heard before.
fact abundandtly obvious as soon as he speaks, because his accent is
just as thick as Terry’s, only slightly easier to understand. Sam found Jesus when he was in his early 20’s and he and his friends spent all their time drinking and racing cars. One night, one of his friends had too much to drink, and drove his car too fast. He died in Sam’s arms, and Sam came to the conclusion that there had to be more to life than drinking and racing. Sam has
been with YWAM since the early 90’s, when he spent a few years on a
Mercy Ship off the coast of Africa. He was in a worship band there,
and he said he played guitar. He does more than just ‘play guitar’. He makes his electric guitar sing like nothing I have ever heard before.
These guys are amazing, and I loved every Monday and Thursday afternoon I got to spend with them. They are two people who really are larger than life. Hopefully, I will be able to post some pictures of them soon!! And maybe, if we are very lucky, a sound clip too!!
