Friday I was asked to prepare a song for a church service on what I thought was going to be Sunday morning. Kevin Cox and I prepared a piece only to find out on Saturday that the service was to be Sunday evening. So that gave us a bit more time. Sunday morning I attended the church service here on campus. It usually is in all Hungarian but because there were so many guests they decided to do it bilingually. The pastor talked, and almost scolded, the church as a whole about dedication. He kind of said that he appreciated the fact that people were dedicated to so many things but as a church, as a whole, everyone needed to redirect themselves to the Word of God and be excited in falling in love with Jesus again. It was a great, great morning.
Kevin and I found out after church that we were going to actually do two songs so after most everyone was gone from the meeting hall we practiced together for about an hour or so. We worked through out first piece and scrounged up a second. He came up with "Shout to the Lord" and I followed along. So absolutely fun to sing with him while he played with all his heart...and shoulders(:
Gabor (spelling?!!), Kevin, Eszter, and myself left the WOL campus at three in the afternoon traveling to Eszter's hometown about an hour away. As we traveled, I tried staying awake to do my homework but totally knocked out as Gabor raced down the roads and through the villages.
Long story short, I had an amazing night at that Baptist church. The whole service was in Hungarian, of course, but I knew ahead of time what Gabor was going to speak on. He spoke on the unfathomable love of our Lord and how His love is everlasting-Psalm 136. After he read the passage, with the congregation reading aloud, "For His lovingkindness is everlasting," Kevin and I rose up to the platform. I sang "I Will Rise", of course. About six people in the whole church understood my english but the love of God was in the room. I could feel that they knew what I was singing about. I put every single ounce of my being into that song and not for my glory. I sang because I meant what I was singing.
Gabor preached. People from the congregation shared what they were thankful for. And then it was my turn again to sing. Once again nobody knew my version of the song. However, they all knew the song in Hungarian! As I sang, "Shout to the Lord all the earth let us sing, Power and Majesty praise to the King", they sang along with me in their native tongue. I am not lying when I write and say that this was probably the greatest moment of my life so far. To hear and see the two worlds collide like this-little Cali girl with Hungarian baptists-made me want to keep going on and on. The glory was all the Lord's and His lovingkindness flows so freely. He is unfathomable and so gracious.
After the service, there was much food. Much, much food(:
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