18/8 Day 28: Part 3 – Budapest

(Written at an internet Café in Graz, Austria 19/8)

The train arrived in Budapest at about 9:30pm. The station is a sad place that time of the night. I got money from the wall and praised God that the tourist info was still open. They could tell me how to get to the hostel I booked from Karol’s computer. By the time I got to the hostel I felt assulted by a spirit of immorality. While I could feel the strength of my ‘Grace bubble’ and the attack can’t actually reach me I was still vividly aware of something in the spirit of the city that cries like a sexually abused child.

The hostle I booked is a University dorm that they use as youth hostel in the summer. It only has two-bed rooms, and assuming they would separate genders I booked to share. It is huge and it was full of young people from all over the world who had just come from a weeklong rock fertival somewhere in the country side.

After a long struggle to get checked in I discouvered that my room mate was one of the party of 3 young French men who had been standing in the line before me. If I had not been so tired I might have tried to do something about my lot, but by now I heard that all the hostels in town are full and somehow I had peace deep down.

In brief Max is an attractive 6foot tall blond swimmer who studies physics in Paris. He was also tired and not planning to go out again so we set about getting ready for bed with all the challenges to decency that held for me – he didn’t care in true french fashion.

We slept head to head with a little chest of drawers between us. While he read a bit I lay there talking to God about this situation and before long I had to ask him if he believes in God. He said, no, he is an athiest. Then I had to get up and pray for him. So I explained briefly that I’m on a mission and that I believe that nothing happens without a reason. And I asked if I could pray for me.

He was amazed (who wouldn’t be in such random conditions) and agreed. So I sat on the floor next to his bed and took his hands and prayed something about love. I felt the power go through my hands. He said thankyou and I went back to bed and told him the greet God from me when he meets Him. Please pray for Max. I know the Lord loves him so much and He wants him for His Kingdom.