Sunday Service, Snacks, Soccer, And Sharing

As of this moment I am experiencing two mishaps: (1) my blog for the most part is in Romanian, I can not read this; (2) I had this posting all but finished with the photos and story ready, then the mouse froze...I lost everything. Oh well, roound II.

Left photo: Team two outside Holy Trinity waiting for Sunday service.
Right photo: Dragos in a tie, I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by to visually save this.

Left photo: (Laura, Roland, Jay) Roland and Laura invited the team to their home this afternoon for snacks and fellowship.
Right photo: Laura popping corn and deep frying pasta into chips. They were great, they tasted similar to Muncho potato chips.

We had a great experience on the street tonight, actually at the soccer playground. Casey, Abs, Whit, Travis, myself, and Marianna and Alisa (translators) headed to a school two or so blocks behind the hotel. There is a school with a asphalt soccer field we found last night. Casey had invited several young men to come and play and tonight they showed up at the hotel so we left for the field. To make a long story short, when we arrived I invited enough young men there to form three teams of six on each to play. Two teams played, winner stayed and played the team that was waiting. While the game(s) were being played, Marianna and I spoke to several young men standing there. One young man (named George, his first name translated to English) spoke fluent English, he was very interested in what the Bible had to tell him about eternal life. So we shared Jesus with him for what seemed a short while. George is very intelligent and asked many well thought out questions. I ended our conversation with Acts 17:32-34 and this question, "Which of the three groups do you fall into?" After he told me he wanted to hear more, we exchanged numbers and parted ways. He said he would be out of town until next Thursday and that he would call when he returns. Amazing enough we had talked for one hour and fifteen minutes, time flew by. My prayer is that George will have the courage to call when he returns and that the Holy Spirit will begin to work in his life. It is truly amazing to me how God allows events to happen so that we will be at this particular place at this particular time to speak to the person appointed to be there. We move and trust the Holy Spirit to go ahead of us.