Open Door

As you may already know, we have been blessed to be regular attenders at Devleskero Kher (“House of God”).  We worship with Roma and ‘whites’ as well as homeless and well-employed.  Often, four different languages are being spoken around the room during Sunday’s worship.  This church truly is a picture of the body of Christ!

Leo at the keyboard.

Jon and I have been blessed by the music and by the sensitive musical leadership of our new friend, Leo.  Leo is an amazing musician as well as a genuine and open follower of Christ.  Leo is the real deal!

Last Saturday, I visited the praise team’s music rehearsal.  While the group was rehearsing, the door to the church had been left open.  It was getting dark, and the church is on a side street.  I had just thought to myself, “I wonder if we should shut the door – who knows what might walk through the door?”  About that time, a man walked into the sanctuary.  It was obvious he was drunk, he was wearing dirty clothes, and had a necklace and hat that looked to be of Satanist nature.

Leo was the only man in the room, so we all looked to him to deal with the situation.  My first thought was, ‘how quickly can we get this guy out of here so that we can go on with rehearsal.’  Since I still don’t understand Slovak very well, I wasn’t listening – I was watching.  And all I saw in Leo’s eyes was love and acceptance.  He was not afraid to have this man in our midst; he was not annoyed or frustrated.  He immediately saw this man as an opportunity for service.  He invited the man to sit down and listen and the group continued with rehearsal for a little while.  After a few songs, the man got up and approached Leo.  He was not angry, but it was obvious he was questioning Leo a bit.  Where normally I would be afraid, I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit in that place in a very powerful way.  Maybe it was Leo’s calm presence, or maybe it was a supernatural force at work in that holy place.  Leo and the man continued to talk for at least ten minutes.  While Leo was talking, the ladies in the praise team were praying out loud softly, and singing quietly to themselves.  Leo prayed over the man and finally ushered him out the door.

I couldn’t stop thinking, “this is what it’s all about.”  What good is the church if we cannot have our doors open to the hurting?  I talk about helping others and praying for those who don’t have the ‘easy’ life that I have had.  But, what do I do when someone walks through the door of my life?  Do I look at them and judge?  Do I fear for my own safety?  Or, like Leo, do I see this as an opportunity to serve?

Who has God sent to you this week?  How do you need to open the door to your heart?  What will you do when someone walks through that door?  May we all be faithful to step out of what is comfortable and love others.

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  1. Just last night as I was going to bed I was thinking of you four in Slovakia and wishing I could be there — I spent some time yesterday morning going through your blog and pictures feeling very nostalgic. Then my thoughts turned to music and I wondered how difficult or easy it is for you and Jon to do music in Slovak or Romany — it was always frustrating to me in church when we were there on mission teams because I wanted to be able to sing but had such a hard time with the language and usually couldn’t remember the English words either because we don’t do much with praise choruses in our church. I’m sure you two are way ahead of the curve on that! But your story is about so much more even though music may well have been what brought the man into the room. It is a beautiful story. Thank you so much for sharing!

  2. Wow, what a way to witness. Joshua and I feel blessed to have worshipped with and have met Leo. A true man of God, thank you for sharing! Tara and Joshua Green

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