It was a cold and windy evening, when David, Lisa, Victoria
and I bundled up and walked to the Charles Bridge. Lisa pounded, what reminded
me of a funeral procession, on Amanda’s African drum as we walked. After
reaching the statue of Jesus on the cross, David took out his guitar and I
prayed for divine encounters and that our worship would touch the hearts of the
people walking by. The four of us
sat down and began to sing, as David played the first song. Tourists walked by, some hastened their
pace or turned the other way as they passed us, others slowed in curiosity and
some took pictures. We sang a second song and now it didn’t seem to matter what
the people were doing; we were worshiping.
As we finished our second song, a young woman with long,
dark hair walked up to us and thanked us. She shared how hearing us singing had
touched her and how encouraged she was to meet other Christians. We began a
conversation and Hannah shared that her father, who was back in her hometown in
Scotland, was a street evangelist and that she had been to missions training in
the US. Turns out she has even visited Minneapolis, Minnesota once. As we
continued to get to know her, an officer came to warn us that there is a 1,000
crown fine for playing on the Charles Bridge. We stopped playing and took
Hannah back to our place to talk some more.
Hannah encouraged us with her awesome stories of how God had
been working in her life. She was working as an actress for a Christian theater
company and also doing a kids club. A woman gave Hannah 60 pounds and insisted
that she take it. The next day, Hannah’s car was broken into: her window
smashed, her guitar missing from “the boot� (trunk) and “worst of all, the
waffles that had been in the glove compartment had a bite out of one and the
rest were trashed all over the car.� Hannah had been on a trip and had bought
the waffles for her friend. In the end, the thief’s midnight snack was what
caught him. The police were able to do forensics on the bitten waffle and they
found DNA, which matched a 23-year-old crack addict in their system. The police
called Hannah to see if she knew the young man. Then asked her to come down to
the station to sign papers declaring she didn’t know him. While she was at the
station, one of the officers realized that the car thief was the same man they
had detained for missing his court date for some other crime. They asked him
where the guitar was and then retrieved it from the young man’s bedroom. After
an apology from the man, Hannah was able to go home with her slightly dented
guitar in hand. When she went to have her car repaired the charge was 57
pounds; 3 pounds less than the money given to her the day before the break
in. She said it was like God had
given her the money in advance. Hannah decided to write the man a letter, in
hopes that breaking into her car could be the thing that leads him to Christ. The
moral of her story was that God works together all things for the good of those
how love Him.
