Today we had a typical Manna church marathon. We visited three churches back to back to back. We started with a service this morning back in Hungary (it was about 20 minutes to the border and then 20 more minutes to the church). It got progressively colder as the service went on (we were outside) and started to rain as they were halfway through the baptisms they were doing today.
After that service, we went to one of the missionaries homes (Walter and his family) and had lunch with some of the pastors and friends. Once we were done with lunch, and actually made it out on time, we were back across the border and heading to Tinca for the second service.

When that service was done, we drove a bit further (on some horribly bumpy and curvy roads) to the best part of the day, the final service in Tinca. I was excited to go back to Tinca mostly because of the girls there from the group home. I think I posted about this elsewhere but the four girls there (plus the house parents' daughter and two sons) are pretty awesome. Those four girls came from really crappy home situations, like one who was being trained up as a prostitute like her mother (by her mother). I got to hang out with them the other day at their house and on Friday morning, we actually took them shopping before driving out to Budapest. Angie and I bought these girls a lot of clothes because many of them came to the home with pretty much just the clothes on their backs. They were extremely appreciative and grateful and we had a lot of fun. While we shopped for clothes, the guys went and got them a washing machine too I believe (can't remember if it was a washer or dryer). Just hanging out with them at their house a few days ago created an almost instant bond with them and they were dragging me all around with them this afternoon (which I loved!).



These are the kinds of relationships that I absolutely love building. I connected with this girls. We can barely communicate with each other. I might only see them once a year. But still each time in the future when I see them, they will remember me. They will know me. Just think about what kind of long-term opportunities this can lead to. These girls are going to college. Mark my words :) During the service, the girls (and the community) presented us all with gifts and that was pretty incredible. I will now have a Romanian wishing well type thing (I'll have to take a pic once I unwrap it back in the states) in my office to always remember Tinca by (in addition to the numerous new pics I'll be printing and hanging up in there). As we were getting the gifts, I couldn't help but think about how these people have very little and yet they were giving us (the Americans with money) gifts. To them, it's like nothing = everything because instead of material possessions, they have faith, family, community, etc. So even though they gave us gifts that they probably purchased somewhere with money that could've feed a few more mouths, they prob. didn't think twice about it because of their faith and connectedness. It's amazing to think about how stingy we can be sometimes when we have money compared to those who give (and give freely) when they have barely anything.
Tomorrow, we drive. And then we drive and drive and drive and drive! We are driving the 3 hours south to Timisoara to drop the second van off in the afternoon (half the group went back to the states on Saturday and the new group we were supposed to pick up bailed at the last minute, so there's just 5 of us now) and then we drive 6 hours east to Bran for an overnight. I think we're leaving no later than 9:00 am so while we will get there kinda earlier in the evening, it's still a lot of driving. There might not be a post tomorrow night because a side from sleeping and maybe sticking gummy bears to the windshield (like I did on the drive back from Budapest), I doubt there will be much going on worth writing about. So, goodnight for now and the next time I check in, I'll either be in Bran or in Severin!