On Sunday morning The church bells ring... Calling the Orthodox Serb to church... I watch... no one moves, near or distant. Five times today at 0543, 1248, 1642, 1952 & 2138 The recording sounds out from the Minaret The calls for prayer blares from powerful speakers... All around the square Cigarettes are lit, coffee cups sipped Ramadan seemingly means little here. Orthodoxy and Islam... What are their impacts? It seems none for most of these mountain people. Mountain people, for a thousand years They exist. Survive. They need the news of Jesus and forgiveness and new life. Today, many men sit in the square, Inhale bad cigarettes. Sip coffee. And talk. Oh how they talk and talk. Oh God, that they would hear talk of you. Oh that there were Gospel filled men who could garner their attention. Oh God, this field needs workers. Send your workers oh God. Break this ground oh God. Only You. Only You.