I rolled in at about 10 from Srebrenica, had had NO coffee so I went to old town via a 40 city trolley bus and ordered TWO Bosnian coffees and waited for my contact to show up at noon. My new friend went with me to THE burek place and I got to hear his story of leaving Islam to follow Jesus, very cool indeed. Then some more coffee and Internet (I got through to sweet Anna!) & then got train ticket, early dinner and next up: Mostar…
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 need the news of Jesus and forgiveness and new life.
Today, many men sit in the square,
Inhale bad cigarettes.
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.
the Imam sounds the “call to prayer” and I pray in Jesus name that the Gospel will be known in this town…
When I arrived in Bosnia earlier today, I learned it was Ramadan. The folks here are not very strict… there was drinking of coffee and soft drinks as usual. There is a drought here though and the water in the tap is only on every other day.
For me it has been a day of prayer. I climbed to the fortress ruins on the hill above the town and have walked the streets and asked god to send the Gospel of Jesus, a gospel of freedom and forgiveness to these people.
this morning, my friend Sam read me the text where Jesus said to leave the 99 and go after the 1 who has wandered away… who is the 1 in your life that you need to go after and bring back into the fold?