Teaching the kids Psalm 139.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Sighisoara
Sabin took us up here after church tonight to see the beautiful view. Click the image to enlarge.
Romanian Choir
For those who appreciate music check out this Romanian choir. They sung 4 times in the Sunday night service! They are all normal lay choir members of a small church in Sigishouara. Yea, and they were amazing...
Put on a good pair of headphones/earphones and enjoy!
Here is another:
church service
Happy Father's day from Romania! We are thinking of our dads today, but are focusing on the work our heavenly Father has given us to accomplish this week! Church today was incredible!
Yesterday Jen told Nathan he would NOT have to preach, so there was no need to prepare a sermon. Today we got to the village and the Elder asked him to preach (surprise!), so he got to proclaim the gospel at TWO different churches. I was so proud of him, he did an awesome job. It seemed very natural for him, even with working tandem with our translator. Surprisingly, the language barrier has really not been an issue for us at all.
The ride to church this morning was like something out of Busch Gardens. Our van was stinky and had no seat belts, and since we were running late our driver Phillip was driving even faster than normal (and in Romania that means CRAZY driving). On the way home Phillip told us that the van didn't have brakes, and that he had only gotten his driver's license 3 weeks ago! AHHH! I figured that God had brought us this far, He was protecting us so I just held on for the ride. The rest of our group rode in regular cars, so we gave them a really hard time for putting us in the deathmobile when we all reconvened after church.
Pastor Sabin told us that when Americans come to Romania they are told not to go to Gypsy villages, because its like the ghetto. For us to come and actually WANT to be with these people and love them is something they are not used to.
The first church we went to was in a village called Danes (Dah-nesh). It was a small, one room church. When we walked in the people seemed excited that we were there, and they all seemed very joyful and sang really loudly. It was weird because even though we couldn't understand a word they were singing, you could still feel the presence of God and it was just a really sweet time.
The second church we went to was emotionally hard. We drove up to this cinder block structure that had plastic over some parts of it, two by fours haphazardly holding up other parts, and looked like it was about to cave in. Then they told us we were going underneath of this thing, because the service was held in the basement. As we descended the stairs, the smell of stale urine, mustiness, and b.o. hit me in the face. These people have it rough. We are going back to their village later this week to give families food bags, and I can't wait. The people all looked really beaten down and you could feel a heaviness in the room. We did get to sing with them in Romanian and that was fun. After the service an old man came up to us and chatted away and seemed like he enjoyed it from what I could tell. Now we are going back to church again tonight and Nathan will lead worship and we're teaching them Mighty to Save in Romanian :) I'm excited. I absolutely love it here.
I am struck by the hunger for God that these people have, and I am amazed at how kind, hospitable, and servant minded these people are towards us. I want more of this.
Yesterday Jen told Nathan he would NOT have to preach, so there was no need to prepare a sermon. Today we got to the village and the Elder asked him to preach (surprise!), so he got to proclaim the gospel at TWO different churches. I was so proud of him, he did an awesome job. It seemed very natural for him, even with working tandem with our translator. Surprisingly, the language barrier has really not been an issue for us at all.
The ride to church this morning was like something out of Busch Gardens. Our van was stinky and had no seat belts, and since we were running late our driver Phillip was driving even faster than normal (and in Romania that means CRAZY driving). On the way home Phillip told us that the van didn't have brakes, and that he had only gotten his driver's license 3 weeks ago! AHHH! I figured that God had brought us this far, He was protecting us so I just held on for the ride. The rest of our group rode in regular cars, so we gave them a really hard time for putting us in the deathmobile when we all reconvened after church.
Pastor Sabin told us that when Americans come to Romania they are told not to go to Gypsy villages, because its like the ghetto. For us to come and actually WANT to be with these people and love them is something they are not used to.
The first church we went to was in a village called Danes (Dah-nesh). It was a small, one room church. When we walked in the people seemed excited that we were there, and they all seemed very joyful and sang really loudly. It was weird because even though we couldn't understand a word they were singing, you could still feel the presence of God and it was just a really sweet time.
The second church we went to was emotionally hard. We drove up to this cinder block structure that had plastic over some parts of it, two by fours haphazardly holding up other parts, and looked like it was about to cave in. Then they told us we were going underneath of this thing, because the service was held in the basement. As we descended the stairs, the smell of stale urine, mustiness, and b.o. hit me in the face. These people have it rough. We are going back to their village later this week to give families food bags, and I can't wait. The people all looked really beaten down and you could feel a heaviness in the room. We did get to sing with them in Romanian and that was fun. After the service an old man came up to us and chatted away and seemed like he enjoyed it from what I could tell. Now we are going back to church again tonight and Nathan will lead worship and we're teaching them Mighty to Save in Romanian :) I'm excited. I absolutely love it here.
I am struck by the hunger for God that these people have, and I am amazed at how kind, hospitable, and servant minded these people are towards us. I want more of this.
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