Building a New Foundation

Greetings from Budapest!

We arrived yesterday just after noon by train from Bratislava.  The difference in atmosphere between these 2 cities is like night and day.  Bratislava’s sweetness is nowhere to be found in Budapest, which is a hardened city.  One teammate said that she felt a Nazi-like spirit here.  This was confirmed when the local pastor told us that Hungary had made laws against the Jews 3 times.

Nevertheless there is a thriving Jewish community, which we will be visiting today.  I had been to the Jewish Cultural Center in Budapest 2 years ago during my Faith Trip (see my book, Look, Listen, Love).  Today we are going to the Jewish Museum, which is near the JCC.  Since Budapest was the starting point for my Faith Trip 2 years ago, all this feels very much like a reunion—and even more so because it was also here in Budapest that I met the head of Operation Capitals of Europe (oceprayer.com), and 2 of our teammates.  I met 2 other teammates in Kalisz, Poland at the Feast of Tabernacles.  None of these 4 had ever come on another prayer trip.  All of this helps lighten the heavy Budapest spirit, and perhaps that was what God had in mind.

Scottish mission church in BudapestScottish Mission Church in Budapest

Yesterday afternoon after worshiping and praying together, we had an appointment in the Parliament building with an MP.  He talked to us about some of the history of Hungary, and answered our questions.  Then we had a time of prayer with him and for him.  Afterwards he showed us around the building, and into one of the parliamentary chambers.  We only had a brief time there, so instead of prayers, we made brief declarations about godly decision-making in that place.

The Parliament building is enormous because when it was built Hungary was much larger.  The MP told us that Hungary had once had 66 counties, and now it only has 16.  Slovakia was once part of Hungary.  The symbol for Hungary once was a 2-headed eagle, which speaks of division—and indeed, division came.

Hungarian crownHungarian Crown in Parliament

Budapest is currently building a new subway line near the Parliament building.  Because of the work underground, the streets all around the Parliament building are dug up, exposing as it were the building’s foundation.  Interesting that we should visit it just at the time that its foundation is exposed.  So we made declarations and proclamations that all evil laws and corruption be pulled-up by the roots and replaced by seeds of righteousness.

We heard one of the local believers tell about a prayer initiative that God had given him called Seven Towers.  They have set 7 places, 1 in each district of Budapest, as prayer towers.  Each week there is a 24 hour prayer vigil in one of the towers.  We recognized this as an important work in restoring Budapest to the Kingdom of God.

Weeping willow memorial sculptureWeeping Willow Memorial to Holocaust Victims

So the Hungarian government will be rebuilt on a foundation of righteousness and restored to the Kingdom of God.  And we will see the oppressive spirits and Nazi-like influence scatter and vanish as Jesus takes His rightful throne as Lord and King of Hungary here in Budapest.  God is good!

More Coincidences, More God

Yesterday I posted about the coincidence of seeing a friend after more than a year (https://europeanfaithmissions.wordpress.com/2012/06/12/coincidence-is-spelled-g-o-d/).  We’re both English-speakers, we’ve both moved, we wanted to get together for a Bible study in English, and we find out that now we’re neighbors.

Yesterday I also put a bunch of my old posts on the blog because my old blogsite was accidentally closed down.  One of these old posts was “The Train God” (https://europeanfaithmissions.wordpress.com/about/ancient-blog-posts/), about a ride in the cab of the train with the engineer.

This morning I went to morning prayer at church.  When I’m home, I go to prayer meetings, cell groups, church services, and events.  This is how I fuel-up my spirit for ministry when I go visit missionaries and pastors in other places.  Usually I take Milan’s city transportation (trams, buses, subway), and since the church is clear across town from my apartment, it takes a combination of means to get there, and can be accomplished in several different ways.

Today on a whim I took the passante train to return home afterward.  The passante is the best-kept secret in Milan.  Most of the people who take the passante train are entering or leaving the city, but the same bus pass that works with all the other city transportation also works for the passante, provided you are traveling within the city.  During the morning and evening rush hours the trains are packed.  But during the day, they are practically empty.  Since I live not far from a passante station, it’s not so strange that I took the train.

I got onto the train and was talking on the phone when I heard a gasping intake of breath.  I turned and saw Alfredo, the engineer from “The Train God” post.  Clearly he had remembered me.  I finished my phone call just as he was entering the cab to drive the train.  I was only going two stops, so at my stop, I got off the train and knocked on his window.  He opened the little side door and said, “My Texan friend!  You’re back!”  I told him that I had thought of him just yesterday.  And he said, “And here I am!”  Unfortunately, we didn’t have a lot of time to talk because he had a schedule to keep, and I had to meet the electrician at the house.

I believe we will meet again sometime.  Maybe I’ll ride in the cab of the train again—who knows?  Maybe he’ll even let me drive!