Italy - Part 1
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I’ve probably put it off long enough, talking about my trip
to Italy. I’ve been home for almost a week already and am finding it hard to
put into words all that happened on the trip.
I guess what I’m saying is that I’ll probably word dump here, and it might take more than one blog post.
Hang with me while I try to sort it all out, O.K.?
So why did I go to Italy of all places? First of all, why
not Italy? As I wrote before I left, Italians need Jesus too, so why not? As I
found out while I was there, Italians really need Jesus—a lot. As is much of
Europe these days, Italy has become a post-Christian culture. Sure, many still
attend the Roman Catholic church that their families have attended for
generations, but I would guess that if you asked the average Italian why they
attend church, if they attend at all, they would be hard-pressed to give you an
answer.
“Church” is just one more cultural symbol to them. It’s just
what you do on special holidays. It doesn’t have much to do with average,
everyday Italian life.
We went to Italy to join with three very small Italian
evangelical churches to put on a sports/English camp for Italian youth. But it was much more than that; this was also a chance to share Jesus with Italian kids. The people we worked
with there have a vision to reach younger generations for Christ and to start a
movement that will affect families for years to come. It makes sense, and it’s
working, but the work is slow and difficult.
So what did our days look like? Each morning we would start
at 8:00 a.m. with a team meeting. Mark, the missionary from our church, would
read a passage from Philippians and give us encouragement for the day. Then
we’d spend some time in prayer before we welcomed the kids.
After that, our team would meet again for about a half an
hour. Each day Mark would ask us two questions: “Where did you see Jesus
today?” and “Where would you like to see Jesus show up tomorrow?” These were
important questions to think about because sometimes, when the day flies by as
quickly as ours did, you forget to stop and think about how the Lord is
working.
And, boy, did He work!
Tomorrow I’ll share a bit about how
Jesus showed up at the camp.