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Christmas in Romania – The Bear Dance


We’re busy planning some Christmas outreaches this week, so we missed out on joining our friends for church at either Missio Dei, Spiritual Revival, or Raul Vietii.  We were all a little disappointed, because we enjoy the extra fellowship and encouragement from friends at those churches, but we got to witness a unique Romanian Christmas tradition as a result, the Bear Dance.

Now, I will freely admit that many of our holiday traditions in America are pagan in their roots.  The Easter Bunny bringing a basket of eggs during the Spring?  Sorry if this is the first time you’ve heard it, but that’s not in the Bible’s account of Jesus’ death and resurrection.  It clearly has it’s origins in pagan fertility cults.  Christmas trees, wreaths, and even Christmas lights?  Again, you can trace their roots to pagan celebrations of the winter solstice, when finally the death and darkness of winter would be defeated by the life and light of coming spring.  And Halloween?  There’s nothing better than a little celebration of death, skeletons, goblins, witches, zombies, and ghosts to make pagans happy.

That being said, Romania’s Christmas season Bear Dance was one of the oddest, creepiest, pagan-influenced cultural traditions I’ve seen outside Halloween in America.  From a sociological, cultural-interest perspective, I enjoyed watching this very foreign ritual.  From a Christian perspective, it felt like this weird combination of European cultural niceties mixed with stone-age spiritism and occultism.

I had a hard time finding information on this custom on the internet, and much of what I did find was written by people who just seemed to want to make Romania look bad, so if you know more, feel free to comment and correct me.


The Bear Dance, according to this site, dates from the pre-Christian Dacians and Romans living in this area over 2000 years ago.  The general idea was that men would drape themselves in the skin and fur of a brown bear, so as to look like a giant, walking bear.  Other men would dress up in bright costumes and carry makeshift ornamental weapons.  Then the men would chase the “bear” around the city, with music and dancing of course, and thereby drive demons (symbolized by the bear-man) out of homes.  From what I’ve gathered, after Christianity came to Romania, the Bear Dance continued on but became mixed with Christian tradition.  Some say the bear is meant to symbolize demons that came during Jesus’ birth to try to kill him before he could become the Messiah, and the men dressed in bright uniforms are therefore driving the demons away and guaranteeing the Savior’s birth.

Either way, it was really bizarre to see for the first time, caught unawares as we were.

We were busy working on stuff at home, getting cooking, cards, and gifts ready, when we heard the loud bang bang bang bang of a snare drum, followed by the intermittent whistling of horns.

“What on earth is that?” we wondered, and popped our heads out the windows, craning our necks to catch a glimpse of what we assumed was a holiday parade.  But we couldn’t see a thing, just kept hearing a loud racket down below.

Finally, about half an hour later, the noise now deafening, we opened the living room windows and saw passing beneath us…

Bucky Badger and the UW Marching Band!

That was our first thought anyway, followed by comments like, “It’s some sort of pagan ritual!  That guy’s wearing a bear skin!  This is crazy!”  I think Ben commented, “It looks like something from Ee-taow.”

I want to know more about this ritual.  I doubt most people here in Bucharest treat it seriously as driving demons out of their homes – not any more than the average American believes they’re celebrating fertility goddesses when they hide Easter eggs anyway – but I’d be curious to find out what the general perception is.

From the perspective of a handful of outsiders who didn’t know it was coming, it felt like we were witnessing a European Voodoo ceremony or Buffalo Dance.

After it was all done, the photos were snapped, the procession was passed, and the music had faded, we looked at each other and thought, “This is definitely not America.”

I mean, come on, there wasn’t a single Santa Claus in that whole Christmas procession.  😉  Holiday traditions are so weird.

What 59 Cents Will Get You in Bucharest


Picture above taken from Google StreetView.  The real photo would have a lot more snow around it this time of year.  🙂


Yesterday, I started posting about the calamity that occurred between Matei and Geta, two new believers who have been coming regularly to our Monday night meetings and growing a ton.  Thanks for everyone who has been praying.  We don’t know anything more about Matei, but Geta’s situation has improved, and family friends are taking care of the kids.  Keep praying, though, because the whole family still needs God to do a lot for them.

We hope to visit Matei in prison soon, but no one seems to know where he’s being held right now, but we were able to visit Geta yesterday at the hospital.

We were a humorous-looking troupe. Ben and I, already identical twins, happened to be both wearing hiking boots, blue jeans, black jackets, and black snow hats, carrying black Romanian Bibles.  Jason, with his dark beard, black coat, and gray backpack, looked like a cross between an Orthodox priest and a homeless guy.  And we were all three following Teresa and Rita, two short, round Gypsy women dressed in flowery dresses and “Christmas sweaters” as Jason described their outfits.  But we were going to see our sister, a member of our church family who had been attacked by the one closest to her.  She was hurting and scared and she needed us.

When we got to the hospital, Jason warned us, “They may not let all of us in.  Usually they’re pretty strict about only one or maybe two visitors being allowed in at the same time.”

“Let’s pray for favor then,” I suggested, and we all gathered together in front of the hospital to pray for a minute.

We walked into the hospital, went through one corridor after another, and eventually got to the security guard who made sure only one person was going in at a time.

Teresa explained the situation and asked if all of us could go in to pray for Geta, because she was desperately hurt and we were her church family, so she needed us.  “Well, I don’t know…” the guard hesitated.

So Teresa reached into her pocket and pulled out 2 lei and flashed it at him.  “OK, fine,” said the guard, grabbing the equivalent of 59 cents from her.  You can’t get much in Bucharest for 2 lei, so I don’t know what he was thinking.  Maybe he just decided to have pity on Teresa and let us pass, realizing that anyone who would offer you a 2 lei bribe was probably really desperate.

Rita looked at Ben, Jason, and I.  “Dumnezeu lucrează, frații,” she said with a smile.  Indeed, God is working.

We passed the security guard, walked down some more halls, and began the hike up the stairs.  One old man passed us and asked Teresa, “Where are you going?  Are you here for surgery?”

Finally, we found our way to where they were letting Geta rest and heal.  Before entering the large room filled with hospital beds, mostly empty, they handed us hospital gowns to put over our clothes.  When we tried to put our arms in the sleeves, the nurses corrected us, grabbed the gowns, and draped them around us like Jewish prayer shawls.  Now our humorous troupe was even more bizarre.

As we walked into the room, we felt like Medieval Orthodox priests with our robes hanging about our shoulders.

We found Geta and learned her situation had improved greatly over the previous day.  She could move a little, she could talk, and she seemed very awake and aware.  Doctors said she would be eating regular food soon and should be fine to leave after she has enough time to rest and recover.  She had lost 50% of her blood from the attack, but a blood transfusion was holding well and infections seemed to be held at bay.  She said her body hurt everywhere, but at least she was going to live.  Praise God.  He’s already been answering the prayers of a lot of people.

What broke our hearts the most, though, was to hear her blame herself for everything that had been done to her.  The first thing she said to us was, “I need to repent.  I have done something terrible.  I must have committed some great sin for this to happen to me.”  It was awful to hear her blaming herself for what her husband had done to her.

We told her she wasn’t the one to blame, that if she had sin in her life, God would never punish her by doing this, that he simply demands repentance, not torture.  We shared the Scriptures with her, encouraged her to believe for healing, prayed for her and commanded her body to be restored, and let her know that we and many others would be praying for her.

As we finished up, we told her that many Gypsies were praying for her, many churches in Bucharest, and that hundreds of people in America, friends of ours, would be praying for her because we would email them and tell them what had happened.  As we told her of the literally hundreds of people who would pray for her and her family, her eyes welled up with tears and she began to cry.

Suddenly, a doctor entered the room, scolded the nurses for letting all of us in at once, and told us we had to leave.

Just in time.

Please keep praying for Geta, Matei, and their kids.  We praise God for how He’s been healing Geta already, but we want to see God completely restore this family, robbing Satan from any and all glory that he hoped to achieve from this.  Romans 8:28 – “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”

What Do You Do When Your Friend Tries to Kill His Wife?

Well, it’s been an emotional couple of days.

We’d been busy working on preparing a Christmas party for our Monday night Gypsy meeting.  We spent a few days cooking 10 liters of soup and making up gift bags for all the kids.  We  bought bread, snacks, drinks, fruit, disposable plates and silverware.  We prepared some Christmas songs and a short Christmas message.  Then we got everything loaded up in bags, bundled up the kids, and walked / slid through slippery, slushy, cold, potholed sidewalks to get to Lalli and Mandra’s house to hand out gifts, share the love of Jesus, eat some food, and spend Christmas together.

A couple blocks from the house, we met up with Jason, who informed us, “Hey, guys, I’ve got some bad news.  I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but it looks like Matei’s in prison and Geta’s in the hospital.  They said he got drunk and pulled a knife on her.  They’re saying he cut her up so bad they’re not sure she’ll live.”

“What?” we all kind of gasped.  Of all the people we’ve met in Romania, Matei was one of the smartest, nicest, and calmest.  He prayed to turn from sin and trust Jesus a couple months ago, and he was reading his Bible, praying, and growing every day.  When we met Monday nights, he’d come with questions and always ask us to pray for him.  He was always smiling and cheerful.  When we taught him something from the Bible, he just did it.  He didn’t do drugs, never yelled at his wife or kids around us, and was one of the last people I’d expect to be in prison for cutting his wife with a knife.

We had been teaching on baptism the past few weeks, and Matei was one of the most excited about it.  We learned later that he had even gone out and bought a new suit specifically to put on for his baptism.

None of this about him attacking his wife made any sense.

So we went to the meeting with mournful, confused hearts, hoping there was a communication problem, hoping it was a different Matei, hoping to find everyone gathered and ready for Christmas celebrations as planned.

When we got there, we were greeted by a mournful sight.  Women were in tears, wailing in Țiganeasca, the Romii language.  Men walked around looking sullen and dejected.  Teresa, the spiritual “mother” of the group, explained what happened.  No one could tell us why, which was the question on all of our hearts, but at least we learned some of the details.

Matei, our Matei, Matei who was growing in Jesus and excited to be baptized, who had purchased a new suit to be baptized in, had gotten drunk Sunday and at about 6:30 pm, he and his wife Geta got into a fight outside the Mega Image grocery store near their house.  Matei, who apparently has made it a habit to walk around carrying a 6-inch knife, pulled the knife out and violently slashed at his wife.  Like a madman, he cut her arm, her back, her shoulder, and then slashed deep into her stomach and chest.

Teresa explained that Matei was quickly arrested and Geta brought to the hospital.  By Monday night, news of Geta was bad.  She had lost half her blood, her liver and internal organs were severely damaged, she was in serious pain, and she was completely unresponsive and unable to eat.  She was in intensive care and doctors were keeping a close watch on her.

Teresa and Rita, who were filling in all the details for us, were pretty sure she wasn’t going to make it.

We all sat there, crammed into the kitchen, covered in sweat, mud, and snow from the walk, in complete shock.  No one felt like eating the food we’d prepared.  We didn’t even want to hand out the gift bags to the kids.  We just sat there dumbfounded and confused, wondering how something so terrible could happen.  And how could Matei be the one who did it?  None of it made any sense.

All the kids were gathered, so we handed out gifts to them, and though they were really excited about the gift bags, it seemed so fake in the face of what had happened between Matei and Geta.

The rest of the night, we talked about what happened, we encouraged everyone with the Word of God as best we could, we prayed for Matei and Geta and their kids, and we prayed for each other, trusting that God would bring comfort and turn this dark situation into something light.

Things like this can drive you to question how God could possibly be alive and real, or they can bring you to the reality that, in this dark, dark world where people do stupid stuff that doesn’t make any sense, God Himself came to bring a light that would one day extinguish that darkness forever.

Isaiah 9:2 – “The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone.”

If bad things like this happen while a good, loving God watches over us, can you imagine how evil our world would be without Him?

Pray for Geta – her situation has improved by now (Tuesday night), but she is still in serious trouble physically and emotionally.  Pray for Matei – we don’t know why he did what he did, but we want to see him repent and we want to see Jesus  glorified in his life all the same.  He’s looking at at least a few years in prison for what he did.  Pray God protects him from hardening his heart and instead uses the time in prison to give him a soft heart toward Jesus.  Pray for their kids, Matei, Maca, and Ștefan, caught in the middle of everything, facing an uncertain future.  And pray for the families of Gypsies at Mihai Bravu, that God would use this to draw them closer to Jesus and soften their hearts to His love.

Snow Comes to Bucharest – Some Photos

Well, last night was an incredibly strange night ministering with the Gypsies at Mihai Bravu, and while I’m processing everything that happened, I thought I’d put up a simpler, easier post that I wrote earlier this week, and once my brain can process everything that happened, I’ll have a full report for you all.  If that seems mysterious and evasive, well it is, but I just don’t want to go into details yet until I know what to say.

So… last week, we finally got snow here in Bucharest and it’s “beginning to look a lot like Christmas.”  We didn’t know they were calling for so much snow, so we planned on bringing the kids out to see the Christmas lights near Universitate.  Well, we made it about 5 minutes before the wind and snow became too much for us, and we retreated to the insides of Mall Vitan to warm up.

After a half-hour of wandering around the mall, we were brave enough to head out again, so we took the kids out to walk around in the midst of the storm.  They had a lot of fun and got a lot of stares, being the only kids braving the snow and wind.

I wanted to head out for a day of photographing the newly-whitened city streets, but we’ve been busy with everything going on, so instead here’s a few quick snapshots:

An Entirely Uneventful Trip to Posta Vitan

We’d heard a number of horror stories about the difficulty foreigners in Bucharest have when they make trips to the Romanian post office,  so we’ve been trying to stay away at all costs.  People complain about long lines, crabby workers, lack of signs, bribes, mysterious bonus fees, etc.  We read blog posts talking about waiting in line for hours, only to get to the front and be told, “You’re in the wrong line,” so then they have to repeat the process all over again.  So we’ve been less than excited to visit the post office.  I mean, if I wanted to wait in long lines, I’d go pick up bread from the bakery during rush hour.  And then at least I’d have fresh bread.

Finally, after living here for 7 months, we got a notice saying our presence was required at the post office in order to pick up a package.  A few people have promised Christmas packages in the mail, so we were excited to go see what it was.

We got the notice on Friday, so we figured the best time to go would be early Saturday morning, when everyone else would be staying inside away from the cold.  It’s freezing in Bucharest right now.  We got about a foot of snow the other day, and while the temperature isn’t so cold in itself (maybe 20s-30s F), there’s been this drizzly, snowy fog clinging to everything ever since.  It sneaks down your collar to suck the warmth out of you, wrapping itself around your face like a giant leach from the North Pole.  It’s not so cold that the snow cracks and snaps when you step on it, it’s just a clinging, leaching cold that won’t let you go.

So, with the sudden cold snap, we figured this would be an ideal time to head to the post office and pick up our package.

So Saturday morning, we got ready.  We made sure we both had our IDs, grabbed the slip from the post office and some extra cash in case it was needed, practiced a few Romanian phrases that would help us out, bundled up for the cold, said a quick prayer, and headed out, ready to spend a couple hours and a lot of frustration at the post office.

Well, after all that, let me just say it was a major letdown.  Nothing eventful whatsoever happened.  We walked to the post office, which was completely empty except for workers.  When we went inside, we found the small, easy-to-miss signs that showed which line we were to stand in, but we couldn’t figure the Romanian out, so someone grabbed our slip, pointed to “Ghiseul Patru” (window four), and told us to stand there.  At window four, a cheerful young woman behind the counter smiled at us and talked sweetly to Isaac, handed us a paper to sign, found our package, and joyfully told us to have a nice day

I’ve been to a lot of post offices in the States, but I don’t think I remember anyone smiling or talking sweetly to me or  my kids.  So to balance out all the negative experiences people have had with the post offices in Bucharest, our experience was perfect.  The only way our trip could have been better is if the package we picked up wasn’t a box of bacon-flavored candy canes my dad sent.

In retrospect, I can see how a lot of things lined up perfectly for us:

  • We have our Romanian IDs, with our correct address, which is necessary to get packages through the national mail service
  • We went early Saturday morning, when most people want to stay home
  • We went on a cold day, when even more people want to stay home
  • We stared at the signs long enough for someone to realize we didn’t know what we were doing.
  • We brought kids, which is always a good thing in Romania.  If you have kids, people will give you their seats on the bus, they’ll smile and laugh more, they’ll let you go in the front of the line, etc.

So, despite the horror stories we’d heard from foreigners in Bucharest, our visit couldn’t have been less eventful.  If you want some more entertaining stories of less successful trips to the post office, check out Bucharest Life here and here.  It’s worth a good laugh.

The Best Singers in the World


Way back here, I wrote about an experience we had with the singing of Romanian churches.  It’s very funny, so if you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it.

In America, we Christians have forgotten how to sing.  We go to church, we listen to a rock-n-roll concert put on by professional musicians who are way better at singing than us so there’s obviously no point in even trying to sing.  Besides, even if we did try, we’ve got the music cranked so loud that we’d never be able to hear ourselves anyway, so we’d never quite know if we were singing in key or not.  Not that there’s any real reason to sing in key.  Were Bob Dylan, Kurt Cobain, Louis Armstrong, or Chuck Berry concerned about singing in key?  I think not.

I’m joking of course, but I think, as a culture, we as Americans have mostly given up our ability to sing.  We’re so used to being sung to and entertained that, on the whole, we don’t know how to sing well and we generally don’t care to try.  Sure, there are groups where singing is a huge part of the community, but that seems more the exception than the rule.

Tonight, Jessie and I attended a Christmas production at Biserica Sfânta Treime (Holy Trinity Church).  Our friend Daniel was singing in the choir and invited us to come for the show.  And, yes, once again, we were reminded that Romanian churches know how to sing.

So for the next hour we sat, crammed into a pew next to a cheerful old Baptist woman with bad breath, mesmerized by the interwoven harmonies coming from this choir of some of the best singers in the world.

I really like rock-n-roll.  I’ve always admired guys like Gordon Gano of the Violent Femmes or Aaron Weiss of mewithoutYou for writing and performing some incredible music despite their voices that wouldn’t make it on American Idol.  I like the raw energy that sometimes comes with a growly, scratchy, straining voice.  I like the passion and “realness” that can come from a less-than-perfect vocalist.

But as we sat mesmerized by the singing tonight, I couldn’t help but fall in love again with these people who really know how to use their voices.  I know bad singers exist in Romania – I’ve heard some on the radio 😉 – but I’m pretty convinced that they’re not allowed into the churches.  🙂

“I had to dig up four bodies to get these,” said Geronimo the Dentist

So things have been going kinda’ nuts meeting with Vasilica, an older Gypsy woman who recently became a Christian.  Our friend Jason shared the Gospel with her and baptized her last year, and we all started meeting together just recently.  She’s the only Christian in her little Gypsy community, and you can read more about her here and here.

Recently, things have been nuts because her husband, Mircea, who dropped heroin cold turkey for a few months and let us use their house as a base for a church meeting, is now back into the drugs, which means he doesn’t want us to meet in his house anymore.  So while he and his friends smoke heroine inside, “chasing the dragon” as they say, we meet outside in the alleyway, talk about the Bible, and pray for Mircea and his friends to wake up and cry out to Jesus for help.  It’s cold out in the alley, it’s dark, not that many people want to join us, but it’s all for Jesus and Vasilica relishes the encouragement.

Last week, while we were talking with Vasilica, a young man of maybe 20 or 25 ran over rubbing his red eyes and angrily yelling about something.  When we asked him his name, I couldn’t make out what he said, but it was something like an Italian form of Jeremy.  I’ve been calling him Geronimo whenever I pray for him or tell people about him, so that’s what I’m naming him here.

“Are you OK,” Vasilica asked.

“No, my eyes are burning.  Some police just pepper-sprayed me,” Geronimo told her.

Geronimo is homeless.  He showed us his couch in the alley that he’s been sleeping on.  He’s got no blanket, no pillow, no protection from the cold.  Just a couch to sleep on.

We prayed for his eyes, explained the Gospel to him, and asked God to free him from the drugs he’s become addicted to recently.  They’re mild “natural” drugs that used to be legal in Bucharest but now are simply sold black market.

When we asked him why he was pepper-sprayed by the police, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of teeth.  Then he reached into another pocket and pulled out a lower jaw with some teeth still in it, more teeth from another pocket, and finally he pulled out a small tube, opened the top, and poured out another handful of teeth to show us.

Aaaah, I thought to myself, so he must be a dentist.  Not.

He held the teeth up to us proudly, so we could see the specks of metal glittering in the dim glow of moonlight.  “I had to dig up four bodies to get these.”

Yes, clearly a dentist, I thought.  Not.

Then he laughed and smiled at us.  “No, I’m joking,” he said.  “I was digging in the garbage behind a dentist’s office when they came and just started spraying me in the face.  But at least I got these.  Do you think I can sell the metal?  It might be silver.”

Please pray for Vasilica to remain steadfast in her faith.  Pray for Mircea and his friends to get fed-up with the drugs.  Pray for Vasilica’s kids and grandkids living in the drug house.  And pray for Geronimo the dentist.  We headed back to his couch a few days later with a sleeping bag, some food, and winter clothes, but he wasn’t there, so pray we’d be able to find him again.

Five Books That’ll Change Your Life, Pt. 2

To continue the “Five Books That’ll Change Your Life” series I started back here, and that Jessie continued here, this is part 2 of my list of books that you really need to read because, like the title of the post says, they’ll change your life.

1. The Prodigal God: Recovering the Heart of the Christian Faith (Timothy Keller)
Aaah, I love this short, simple book so much.  Whether you’re religious, irreligious, sacrilegious, or some combination of all those, this book has a message for you.  I borrowed this from Adiel, pastor of Missio Dei Church, and I read it so much, spent so much time in it, and took it so many places, that when I returned it to him, it looked like it’d gone through a war.  I destroyed his copy through love.

Keller takes a look at the familiar parable of the prodigal son, but the book is more a message about the reckless, free, and overwhelming love of the father, in contrast to the harsh criticism of the older brother and the careless selfishness of the younger.

Buy the book – Buy the Kindle version

2. Like a Mighty Wind (Mel Tari)
Michael Fisher, my pastor at Cornerstone Church, has recommended a lot of good books to me over the years, but this is one of my all-time favorites.  It’s the story of revival coming to the small Indonesian island of Timor.  It’s pretty poorly written (I gotta be honest about it), but this book will change your life as you read about what God will do with a group of people who, as Mel Tari puts it, were “stupid enough to believe the Bible and do what it says.”  The dead are dramatically raised to life, whole cities come to Jesus, people walk on water, God multiplies food – yeah, it’s a good read.  Mel Tari writes, “When we believe the Bible as it is, we will see the power of God move in our lives and in our community as it did centuries ago in Bible times.”  Read this book.  It’ll change your life.

Buy the book – Buy the Kindle version

3. God’s Smuggler (Brother Andrew)
Written by Brother Andrew but co-authored by John and Elizabeth Sherrill, this is one of most well-written and captivating Christian biographies I’ve ever read.  John and Elizabeth Sherrill are exceptional writers, so anything they help with is usually worth reading.  This book is the true life story of Brother Andrew, a young Dutch man who used to sneak behind the Iron Curtain to smuggle Bibles into the Soviet Union and the Eastern Bloc.  Risking his life time and again, the book reads like a Christian spy novel.  Only instead of beating up the bad guys, God blinds their eyes, causes them to look the other way, or turns them into good guys.  I still remember reading this book for the first time 12 years ago – it was so good I couldn’t put it down and finished it in a couple days of edge-of-your-seat reading.

Buy the book – Buy the Kindle version

4. Jesus Culture (Banning Liebscher)
Like their music?  Read the book.  The subtitle for this book is “Living a Life That Transforms the World.”  Banning Liebscher, leader of the Jesus Culture ministry, isn’t just trying to build a nice worship team – he wants to see a generation of young people transforming the world with the love and power of Jesus Christ, not just one or two exceptional men or women of God, but a generation of people who live, talk, and act just like Jesus.  And I like that idea a lot.

What the book says about itself: “A new breed of revivalist is arising to answer the cry of God’s heart. These blazing hearts are calling cities and nations back to the Lord, and challenging societies to be transformed by the power and love of God.”

Buy the book – Buy the Kindle version

5. Revolution in World Missions (K. P. Yohannan)
The basic premise of this book is one that’s really close to home for me.  Yohannan writes as a native Indian Christian who boldly confronts the failures and sins of modern Western (mostly American) missionaries in his nation.  Some of the stories of how missionaries came to his culture only to make more problems than they solved will make you sick, especially compared to the way he describes self-sacrificing native Indian missionaries who have been reaching their own countrymen by the thousands.  Yohannan comes down a little hard on anybody ever moving to a foreign country as a missionary when there’s already an established church, but it’s a good, challenging read, especially if you have any thoughts about ever becoming a missionary in a different culture.  This book will check your heart so you can do it right.

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Now get outta here and read a book already!

“10 Stupid Things Ministers Should Never Do” by J Lee Grady

This was so good, I had to link to it.  From J. Lee Grady’s latest Charisma article:

If you aspire to ministry, don’t be stupid. Decide now to avoid these obvious pitfalls.

I had the privilege of sharing a pulpit with Dr. Mary Ann Brown two times. She was bold, prophetic and painfully blunt. People who hate women preachers hated her even more because of her no-nonsense sermons—always delivered in her Texas twang. She would get her audience laughing and then skewer them with a hot blade of truth.

When this spiritual giant died last month at age 73, I remembered the last words she said to me when we were together at a conference in Chicago in 2011. After lamenting the fact that so many ministers in the United States were failing, Mary Ann locked eyes with me and said with stern, motherly authority: “Lee, please don’t ever get stupid.”

I knew exactly what she meant—and I’ve pondered her words often, especially since her death. I don’t want to be stupid; I want to finish well. So how can we avoid spiritual stupidity? We can start by avoiding these 10 mistakes that have become common in our movement during the past decade. If you are a minister, or if you aspire to be one, please decide now that you will never copy these behaviors.

1. Take illegal drugs. I know people who never got complete deliverance from their drug habit—and then when the pressures of ministry grew intense they turned to illegal substances to escape. That’s stupid! If you aren’t in control of your actions 100 percent of the time, you have no business in the ministry.

2. Reject accountability. The Lone Ranger may have been a great comic book hero, but isolation doesn’t work in real life. Lack of accountability is stupid! If you don’t answer to people smarter than you, you are an accident waiting to happen—and you’re going to hurt God’s people. You have no right to be in authority if you are not under authority…

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“Five Books” by Jessie

This is a follow-up to Jake’s post, Five Books That’ll Change Your Life. He recommended some really great books there, so I would check that post out after reading this one. I love to read, and there are several books that I’ve read that I often recommend to people, and the following five are some of them. Now, this doesn’t mean that these are my five favorite books, but just ones that I really like and want to tell the world about. So, in no particular order, here they are:

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1. The Jesus Storybook Bible (Sally Lloyd-Jones)

Yes, this is technically a “children’s” book, but my whole family loves it so much, that I wanted to start with this one. This is not a bible translation, but a bible storybook. It is so well-written and engaging that even adults will like reading it for themselves and the children in their lives. Some of the stories even brought tears to my eyes, as the author portrays the love, gentleness, and absolute passion of God for His people. Over and over you’ll read about “the never stopping, never giving up, unbreaking, always and forever love” of God, a love that is ultimately expressed in the gift of His Son Jesus. The artwork is also really well done, and Naomi and I often sit down with pens, markers, and pastels attempting to draw them ourselves.

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2. Andrew Murray on Prayer

Ok, this is sort of a cheater recommendation, because it’s really like six books in one. But with classics like “Abide in Christ,” “With Christ in the School of Prayer,” and “Waiting on God,” I couldn’t help but suggest this book. It’s one of my all-time favorites, one of the first books we wanted to have shipped over to us here in Romania (although it may have gotten lost among other things), and one that transformed my understanding of prayer, intercession, and what it means to abide in Jesus day by day and moment to moment.

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3. They Speak with Other Tongues (John Sherrill)

This is the “controversial” book in my list. Speaking in tongues is one of those dividing issues in the church today, possibly the weirdest of all the spiritual gifts of the Holy Spirit mentioned in the Bible, and, I think, one of the most under-used gifts that God gave to His people. The author is a journalist (which means it’s extremely well-written) from an Anglican background who initially sets out to write about the gift of speaking in tongues objectively and as a skeptic. As you read amazing true-life stories that he presents, you will also see his mind change regarding this spiritual gift and eventually embrace it as God intended.

I love this book, and it’s one I want to read again. I recommend it to every Christian, whether they believe in the gifts of the Spirit for today or not, because you will see one of the most balanced investigations of it here. And if you already embrace speaking in tongues, this book will inspire you to do it more often for the glory of God.

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4. Dreams and Visions (Tom Doyle)

This book is on my list because I just read it recently, as I received it free from Thomas Nelson to preview. Even though I’m a busy mom and missionary wife, I finished this book in two or three days. I loved it because it didn’t get too preachy, but it just presented a lot of stories about Muslims coming to faith in Jesus in journeys that started with supernatural dreams or visions of Jesus. When you read this book, you will get a glimpse of God’s love for the Muslim people and of how He will stop at nothing to reach them. If you’re like me, you also will catch that love in your own heart and want to be a part of this great move of God in the Muslim world!

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5. Weight of Glory (C.S. Lewis)

This “book” is really a collection of sermons C.S. Lewis delivered mostly during the time period in which WWII was occurring. “The Weight of Glory” is the first in this collection, and my favorite. In it, Lewis, addresses the fact that Christians often ask so little of God, when He offers so much more. One of my favorite parts: “We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.” And the whole sermon just gets better. I love C.S. Lewis, so I couldn’t have a list of books without something by him on it.

That wraps up my first five in this series. Now you have ten total books to go read from what Jake and I have recommended!