The missionary adventures of the Stimpson family

Day 20 – I’m Tired of Blogging

Day 20 and I’m tired of this daily blogging thing.  I’ve got stuff to write about, but I just don’t wanna try to organize my thoughts anymore.

So maybe I’ll just let it all out however it comes out…

I’m tired of trying to learn Romanian.  I go through daily mood swings with it, and right now I’m near the bottom of the arc.  Sometimes, the challenge is really fun and exciting, and I enjoy making new sounds and trying out new words, especially when they all connect.  Other times, I’ll spend tons of time learning some new phrases, but then when it comes time to use them, nothing comes out, I just draw a blank and the best I can come up with is – “I don’t speak Romanian very well.  Do you understand English?”  Other times, I just get really tired of it all and end up grunting, pointing, and miming because it seems more effective.

Today, I overloaded with Romanian immersion I think.  Missio Dei was doing a men’s lunch, where all us bărbaţi cooked chicken on the grill, talked about soccer (fotbal), and discussed manly things – manly things from the Bible like purity, working hard, treating women with respect, knowing God, etc.  A lot of the guys there speak English very well, so I was able to talk with pretty much everyone, but, to help me learn Romanian better and to improve the meeting flow, no one translated the main discussion.  Although this was good for me, because it did force me to work really hard to understand anything, I think my brain fried a little because of the vast amount of words I don’t know.

Ben, who just got back from Chicago, did teach me that American football is referred to as “ou mână” here, which means literally “egg hand.”  He also taught me how to roll my R’s.  I was doing it semi-OK for a little while, but I think I’ve lost it now.

Anyway, I was feeling good after the meeting but a little brain-fried, and then this evening Jessie and I visited a Charismatic church not too far from our apartment – about a 20-minute walk away.  We were really nervous heading over there because we had heard reports that they were a little bit crazy, out of order, and Charismaniacs, but that was enough to get me interested in checking it out.  We almost turned around because you have to walk past a worse-looking part of town with packs of dogs patrolling garbage piles, but we pressed on nonetheless.

I’m not going to give a whole play-by-play, but I will say that, despite what we’d heard, it wasn’t chaos in there.  There were some frustrating parts of the service, mostly the videos of southern Holy Ghost preachers from America they streamed in for the sermon.  I don’t know if they do that every week, but it was really odd to be sitting in a church in Bucharest surrounded by Romanians and listening to Pentecostal preachers from southern Illinois.  Everyone laughed when one preacher kept shouting weird Pentecostalisms.

Besides the goofy stuff, we really liked the church, talked to a few people, met another American missionary, and experienced some of the best worship we’ve been a part of while here in Romania.  It wasn’t Cornerstone’s worship team (We miss you all a ton!) but it was as close as we’ve seen around here so far.  The band smiled a ton, one of the leaders was seriously anointed, they were musically talented, and people were really singing and clapping.  We needed that worship time really bad.

I get really annoyed at goofy Charismatic stuff, but I love the real stuff.  I love worshiping God with all my heart like David dancing before the Ark of the Covenant (2 Samuel 6), I love seeing the sick get healed in miraculous ways (John 14:12), I love speaking in tongues (1 Corinthians 14:5), I love casting out demons (Mark 16:17), I love hearing the voice of God (John 10:27), I love dreams and visions (Joel 2:28-29)… but I love studying the word of God, reading it, meditating on it, memorizing it, teaching it, knowing it inside and out (Joshua 1:8, Hebrews 4:12, Psalm 119:9-11, Psalm 119:103), I love walking in holiness and purity of character (Romans 5:4), I love making sense (Colossians 3:16)…

Romanian churches, like American churches, seem to swing one way or the other, rarely finding the balance between the stability of a dedication to the Word of God and the life and joy and freedom that comes by yielding to the Spirit of God.  Focusing on only one will never satisfy – you need both.  Any serious and open-minded study of the Bible should lead you to this conclusion.

If you take the Bible at face value and dig into its message, I think the only viable conclusion you can make is that the Christian life is impossible without the supernatural empowering of the Holy Spirit, and any serious study of the Bible will lead you to pursue the supernatural working of the Holy Spirit in your midst, because it’s all over the Bible.  Likewise, any honest encounter with the presence of God in a supernatural way should lead you to desire the Bible more, know its depths, understand its story, not drive you away from the Bible.  The one should feed the other.

So, anyway, after that church service, surrounded by Romanians speaking Romanian (yeah, they do that here, believe it or not), my brain is fried on Romanian for the night.  I’m excited to learn more tomorrow, but tonight, I will think in English and dream in English.

Before I close (I guess I’ve proven I’m not all that tired of blogging…) let me give you a quick recap of last night.  Last night was Night of Museums here in Bucharest, where all the museums are open for free.  Since there was a huge fotbal match and it was rainy, we figured there shouldn’t be too many people out on the streets to check out the museums.  Wrong.  In a city of 3 million people, at least 2 million were lined up outside Bucharest’s major museums last night.

So we bailed on seeing the museums and did some people-watching instead.  At one point, some police came to set up barricades because the lines were so big and mob-like.  One guy got angry and started shouting at the police.  Others started shouting too, and shaking their fists, so the police grabbed the barricades and pushed the unruly guys further back.  This prompted a woman to somehow squeeze her way in-between two bars on the barricade to get to the other side.  It was a really intense (and fun to watch) two minutes.

After watching the crowds, we got a pizza, got rained on, hid under a balcony, got lost, walked in a circle (not on purpose), wound up in the same spot we started in, realized it was a new spot that just looked like the same spot, tried to take the subway, found out they had just closed, and then gave in and decided to take a cab home.  It was late (midnight) and we were tired, so walking was not looking like a good option, and we had heard cabs were cheap, so we figured we’d give it a shot.

We found a cab, popped in, and within a couple minutes wound up sharing the Gospel with our driver.  He spoke fluent English, and we were so itching to talk to people about Jesus (remember, that’s why we came here?), that it all kinda’ just spilled out.  When we got in the car, he asked where we were from, so I told him we just moved here from the US.  I told him we loved it here in Bucharest.  He responded, “I don’t believe you.  No one loves it here.”  So then I told him, “Well, we do,” and then, very awkwardly, “We came to tell people about Jesus.”

“No one needs that,” he responded, or something similar.  “We have so many churches here already.  We don’t need more.”

“Yes, you have many churches, but not many Christians.  Very few in this city love Jesus and are living for Him.”

“Yes,” he said, “everyone is living for money.  Everyone wants money.  That’s why there are not many Christians here.  We love money.”  Then he launched into a rant, raving for a minute about how we should pray that God gives him money.

“We will,” I promised, “but that’s not the real issue.  Jesus wants to give you money and to bless you, but more than that, He wants your heart.  Does he have your heart?  Are you His?”

It got really quiet and then our cab driver told us how he had lived in Spain for four years stealing, and making way better money than he was making now that he had an honest job.  He realized he could get thrown in jail for stealing, and he was trying to improve his life, so he quit, moved back to Romania, and started working.

“God’s already trying to get ahold of you,” I told him.  “That was Him drawing you to give up stealing.  But trying to improve your life isn’t enough.  Trying to be a good person isn’t what it takes.  He wants you to stop trying to do better and to instead trust in what He’s done on the cross for you, and let Him change you from the inside out so you’re a whole new person.”

Before he dropped us off, we prayed with our cab driver (I never got his name) and asked Jesus to bless him and his family and take care of all their needs.  I didn’t have time to share as much of the Gospel as I would have liked, and he didn’t give his heart to Jesus that night, but some seeds were planted, it got him thinking, and we had a good time finally being able to share the Gospel with someone who could understand us.

I’ve heard some people say that, statistically speaking, it takes hearing the Gospel an average of 18 times before someone is ready to make a decision, give up their selfishness, and follow Jesus for real.  Whether that’s true or not, it’s not our job to get people saved.  It’s our job to be Jesus to the world around us, share the Good News that there is a Savior, and leave the results up to God.  I think that, every time we do evangelism, we should believe the person we’re talking to is at #18, but maybe they’re not even at #1 yet.  Just keep preaching, keep talking about Jesus, keep letting His light shine, and those seeds are gonna sprout up soon enough…

This is why I’m tired of blogging – I can’t write short posts.


3 responses

  1. I had this sent to me today…. you guys ARE Christ’s Ambassadors to Romania…. You are there on King’s business and doing what HE gave you to do…. In 40 years of gospel ministry God has never asked me my opinion or what I think… you are a soldier under orders…. may HE give you souls in Romania…. ” the fruit of the righteous IS a tree of life and HE that winneth souls is wise….” I got this today in an E mail…

    “‘Not called!’ did you say?
    ‘Not heard the call,’ I think you should say.
    Put your ear down to the Bible, and hear Him bid you go and pull sinners out of the fire of sin. Put your ear down to the burdened, agonized heart of humanity, and listen to its pitiful wail for help. Go stand by the gates of hell, and hear the damned entreat you to go to their father’s house and bid their brothers and sisters and servants and masters not to come there. Then look Christ in the face — whose mercy you have professed to obey — and tell Him whether you will join heart and soul and body and circumstances in the march to publish His mercy to the world. — William Booth, founder of the Salvation Army

    Blessings friends STAY on the firing line….. there will be lots of usps and downs….. but may HE give you souls.

    May 20, 2012 at 9:36 pm

  2. Calvin

    Jake – you may be tired of writing blog posts, but keep it up! It’s so encouraging to hear what God is doing and how things are going over across the Atlantic! God gave you the opportunity to talk to the cab driver today, and He’ll keep bringing more your way to share with, whatever your communication capability is; if God sends them your way He’s confident that you can deliver His message to them in the way that they need to hear it then. You guys are so awesome and I’m praying for you daily. He’s so pleased with your heart and with your obedience to His calling. No matter how hard things may seem with the language and blogging and just the weight of life – as you follow Him like this He’s saying “well done good and faithful servant.” Romania is about to be rocked, they just don’t fully realize it yet!

    May 21, 2012 at 6:24 am

  3. Grandma Karen

    Awe, Jake, your blog posts are such GOOD news! Thank you!

    May 30, 2012 at 2:20 am

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