19/8 Day 29: Budapest – Graz,Austria

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

After stormy dreams I woke up disoriented with the song about crying to God at the dawning of the morning in my head. I lost my towel on the flight from Egypt to Copenhagen right at the beginning of the journey but only had to struggle with paper towels once so far – on the ferry to Scotland. My plan in this hosle was to take my bedsheet. When I got to the shower I discovered that this was a good thing anyway because there were no shower curtains in a unisex bathroom. So I used the sheet for a curtain too. Praising God that no-one else came in while I was in there I ate some of the meusley I took from Oriana’s table and left the room with Max still sleeping. On my way out I passes a young man that lay on the hall foor passed out.

I could at least take some pictures of Buda and Pest as I crossed back to Pest where I had to meet Marie from YWAM Hungary close to the station from where I would depart at 10:10am. She is an American missionary who has been working in Hungary for 11 years. We found a place in Burger King and I shared my story. She agreed to give me a stone although she felt somehow there should have been a Hungarian present. All I know is that the Lord knows what He is doing, and that if she is the one who is there then she is the right one. We also shared about some of the wider things God has been showing about His church in Hungary, and about the special calling on the people here.

An hour wasn’t really enough to go very deep. We prayed together and on the way to the station she found me two stones. In my heart I really desired to encourage the church here somehow , but I somehow felt that the communication channels between me and the church is not really open, and my feeling is that the Lord was preventing me from coming in a place where I pick up a burden that is not mine to carry now.

In the train I got an SMS from my mother who got Hos 6, Ps 125, Jer 38:20-22, 1 Tim 6:11-16 and Deut 2:6-7 for Hungary. She felt that they are in a bad place, but the breakthrough is at the door. I suddenly started crying and crying. I couldn’t get Max and his friend on the floor and all the broken sadness out of my mind. As the train made its way over the green plains of South-West Hungary I felt that its true: it’s the darkest just before dawn.Please, please, please pray for Hungary.

The train made the seemless border crossing into Austria and I could feel the difference in the Spirit before I saw the difference in the landscape. It was amazing: I felt as if I had taken off a very heavy backpack and that I was suddenly really light on my feet. I sat back and enjoyed the music again for what seemed to be the first time in days. I could see the beauty of the light of the sun on the trees and I suddenly just enjoyed the ride! That dullness was gone and I was awake again.

Outside the Austrian landscape became more hilly and the postcard towns started lining up allong the track. I briefly got out at one of the first Austrian towns to greet and say I’ll make the announcement in Graz.

In Graz the station greeted me with modern bright shops and a very big internet café! I got lunch and went to a quiet place outside. Outside the picture was a bit different with drunk homeless and crazy people in the park, the sex shop and so on. I first did the shofar thing outside the sex shop and when I wanted to tell the gosple I first had to cry again about what we are doing to the earth. The earth is also crying and the earth is ready.

I was bargaining on seeing a friend of Wolfgang here, but when I called him yesterday he told me he is out of town. So I asked the Lord that He would send His child here to me. I asked Him for Internet, and I have been sitting here for almost 4 hours now. Now son of God yet and my train is leaving in 40 minutes. I’ll have to report on what happened next time.