Czech Republic

While riding on a train to a city outside of Prague, I was informed that I would be speaking at a local school. I was also told that the reason I was allowed to speak there was that the administration was told that I was going to speak about Psychology. What? My first thought was,”Oh great.” I have a minor in Psychology but that is not why I had come to Prague. They then said, just go ahead and speak about anything you want. Once you’re in, it won’t matter.

Well that was a relief, sort of. I walked into the room and it was packed with people standing in the hall to listen. After all, this was a psychologist from America!

I did what I do best. I asked for guitar and began to lead them in some songs, in English, that they had no idea what the lyrics where about. That broke the ice and I had team members share about some of there past experiences and how they had been freed from the pain and guilt of past mistakes. As they spoke, the room was filled with a sense of hope as well as tears.

The real love of a Father is what I knew I should speak to them about. So I began to talk to them about a father who is always there and will never leave them. That he is a dad who can mend their broken hearts and heal any wound that they my have. Well by this time, the administration was standing in the doorway with a look of amazement on their faces.

I then asked that if anyone would like to meet this Father that I was talking about that His son Jesus was the only way to Him. As I gave an invitation for salvation, eighty percent of the room responded as well as some of the administrators. Not only were we embraced but we where told that we could come back anytime.

We went to another school in the area one of the following mornings. The school was for blind children whom their parents had abandoned or who had no one to take care of them. To be honest, I was a little nervous going into the meeting but knew that God had sent us there. So, I found a guitar and did the same thing. This time I asked the children if they would like for the loving father to come and touch them. They responded, "yes” so I had them stand up and hold their hands out like they where going to receive a gift. I had noticed that there was someone watching our every move from the balcony and all I could think of was the old war movies about the secret police.

I thought to myself, “Ok, Lord, you’d better show up please.” As I asked to Holy Spirit to come, I began to notice that some of the children began to shake. Some began to cry. Others just stood there with big grins on their faces. I didn’t need a translator to know what was going on this time. It was an awesome morning as little kids gave their lives to the true loving Father.