16/8 Day 26: Berlin

In 1991 I was an aupair of sorts for Wolfgang and Oriana Stock. Since then their home has been my home away from home in Europe. For this reason I planned to be here a day longer than in most of the other places: I knew I would be able to catch up on some admin here.

So I spent most of the morning phoning, smsing, blogging and emailing and trying to work out my train rout from here.

I was quite emotional at times, especially when I tried to call my mother, and I realised that my soul is taking strain. The pain of self-pity was sometimes like a knife sticking in my back. For the first time in my life though, I managed to jump into the blood of Jesus when this happened. I could see him with me and feel how the pain flows through me and into Him. It was very intimate, even though it only lasted a second. I felt I understood a little of that ‘becoming one with Him in His suffering’.

After lunch I set out in the drizzle to one of the main train stations in the city to make my bookings and buy my tickets from here to Switzerland via Poland, Slovakia, Hungary and Austria. My German impressed me as I explained all of this to the kind lady at the counter. When she was done she sat back and said that is one of the craziest bookings she had ever done. I wished I could share the bigger picture with her…

It was still raining when I left the station to go to the Pergamonium. This is the museum where they have many artefacts of old Babylon as well as the temple that Jesus refers to as Satan’s seat in the letter to the church in Pergamon in Revelations. I had felt for a long time that I should read revelations to Germany at that place.

The Lord provided great protection in the spirit as well as in the physical: in the side of the square around which the museum is built I found a little archway under scaffolding where I could sit out of the rain and out of sight, but still in the middle of it all and read for two hours. It went quite smooth and when I was done it had stopped raining and the red sunset was painting all the grand old building red around me. As I was walking around photographing all this, Eva my Polish friend, informed me that Jola, a friend of hers that I met a few times in Jerusalem, is living in Krakow, where I was planning to visit Oriana’s friend’s family. So now I have two invitations for tomorrow night in Poland – God is amazing.

Back at the Stocks we all enjoyed supper. They went to bed and I came to blog!