I mentioned in my last blog that we have the opportunity this month to work with the homeless of Budapest.
The opportunity we have is through a Korean Reformed Church, and run by a missionary named Paul Kim.
He and members of his church go out five days a week to different metro stations around the city to serve food to the homeless of Budapest, and share the gospel and a few songs.
While God has been laying ministry to university students heavily on my heart this month, He opened up a chance for me to go and help with homeless ministry on Monday.
I went with Liz, Kathryn, David, Glenalyn, and Nicole, and while Kathryn and Liz served food and Nicole held a baby while its mother ate, David, Glenalyn and I sang.
We started with worship songs, but it quickly progressed to Christmas music.
I have to admit, I had a lot of fun singing into a microphone in that metro station.
Yeah, some of it might have been the company (Glenalyn and David are an awesome pair to sing with), but I would like to believe most of it was the joy of the Lord.
There was a moment when Glenalyn handed me the microphone, though, where the faintest of voices started speaking to me.
This is foolish.
It was quickly followed with a strong, loud voice.
So what?
I had to smile as I started singing because, yes, singing Christmas carols and worship songs in a metro station in Budapest is foolish.
My smile came from knowing two things –
First, God uses what appears to be foolish to do some of the greatest things ever.
Second, I’m not afraid to be foolish because I just don’t care whether people think I am or not anymore.
Something about lying in a hospital bed critically ill changes your perspective on what really matters.
How foolish I may or may not look on any given day is not something I worry much about anymore.
I have, for better or for worse (and I think for better), turned into a fool for Christ.
And guess what?
I could not be happier about it.
