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A Trip Through the Land of Saints and Martyrs

 

The Voice in the Desert Community in Krakow, Poland, created vibrant worship paintings.

“The world is charged with the grandeur of God.” – Gerard Manley Hopkins

By Bruce Rooke

After two weeks in the land of saints and martyrs, we touched back down in Detroit.

Peter and Debbie Herbeck, and my wife Julia, and I had hopped through Hungary, Slovakia, and Poland, engaging with different leaders and covenant communities; sharing Word, prayer, and Pentecost with students and believers; and immersing ourselves in the deep living history of faith these countries hold.

When you come back from a mission trip, it can be like carrying a candle. You hope the fragile light of those smiles doesn’t flicker out in the rush of your returning and the demands of your to-do lists.

Fortunately, we carried back a bonfire.

The Spirit is strong here. Strong enough to break the iron bars of a dark Nazi cell in Auschwitz and outlast another forty-five-plus years of Communism. But what you remember—what stays with you after you walk the horrors of Birkenau or kneel before the blood-stained cassock of St. John Paul the Great—is not the weight of the crosses, but the resolute joy of St. Maximillian Kolbe and the Holy Father’s echo of the angels: “Do not be afraid!” And even though the people here are now facing many of the same challenges that we face in the West, there is longing for a God who is stronger than their fears, a God who dreams big.

Budapest, Hungary

Julia and I got a head start on some of those dreams by going to Budapest first, where we spent a wonderful time with Country Coordinator Deacon Zoli Kunsabo and his wife, Panni, at their “Only One” homeless shelter. The place resounded with transformed and transforming lives, and one chorus was heard over and over: “There was just something different about this place than all of the other shelters.” Deacon Zoli and Panni continue to dream big with God, as they pray with energetic excitement (as only Hungarians, like my wife, can!) for what God has next for them and their community.

Podolínec, Slovakia

After picking up Peter and Debbie, we drove with Bohuš Živčák, country coordinator for Eastern Europe, and another community member, Marek, to Podolínec, Slovakia, where we stayed in a 375-year-old Redemptorist monastery that once served as a concentration camp for hundreds of religious during the Communist oppression. There is a great sense of peace and welcome here.

The same can be said for The River of Life community that makes its home here. Founded by Bohuš and Redemptorist Fr. Michal Zamkovský, it continues to gather in and renew more and more lives. We had the honor of being with them at their amazing new community center that operates like a loving invitation to the abundant life. Children of all ages play together in the large outdoor space (without mobile phones or boredom!), and inside, the worship and deep prayer is somehow both public and personal. But as its name testifies, The River of Life is more than a reservoir, as it now flows out beyond its walls to love the ones He loves: from a nearby Catholic school, where a number of members are teachers (and where Debbie and Peter elevated and challenged both high school students and faculty), to the far reaches of Nairobi, Kenya, where they are now building new relationships in mission.

Kraków, Poland

After a Lord’s Day hike in the High Tatras, following in the bootsteps of John Paul II, we moved on (with aching legs) to Kraków, Poland. We took in the majesty of the John Paul II Sanctuary and its breathtaking mosaics, then went “next door” to kneel before the relics of St. Faustina within the Shrine of The Divine Mercy, bathing our prayers in the red and white rays emanating from the heart of the Merciful Jesus. We were with members of The Voice in The Desert, a vibrant young Charismatic Catholic community in the heart of Kraków. Later that evening, we joined in their bi-weekly open meeting, where 150 young people and families (leaving their shoes at the door!) worship and pray and dance and, yes, even paint their way through the night. Hungry for experienced teaching, they sat rapt as Peter passionately showed them their place in the history of the Charismatic Renewal. The Spirit was especially strong in the hearts of men there, as Peter and Bohuš called them to stand as chosen sons, stop cowering in their hidden sins, and seek the freedom and power that they have in Christ. The Heart of Christ beats loudly in this community, as evidenced by their radical hospitality and the many times the image of a heart is portrayed in the paintings they create, real-time, throughout the worship.

Bialystock, Poland

A six-hour train ride then took us to our last stop: Bialystok, Poland, and the Pentecost Life in Freedom conference. Beautifully hosted by the Ezechiasz (Hezekiah) Covenant Community, Peter and Debbie inspired the 300-400 people who gathered, in talk after talk (after talk!) that we are free to live large in Christ because we are chosen, we are saved, and we are sent sons and daughters of The King. Julia and I were privileged to share the testimony of our marriage, which proves, yet again, “jakże w spaniały jest nasz Bóg” (How Great Is Our God). The Spirit descended in the many prayer sessions we had throughout, from praying over the young people there, to the Charismatic call of Father George during Mass, to the many private Unbound and healing prayers that we had the honor of experiencing throughout the weekend.

Behind it all towered a twenty-foot-tall image of St. Faustina’s Merciful Jesus that served as the backdrop for the stage. As we stood dwarfed before it, its size seemed to capture perfectly how we felt throughout this trip: Our God is one very big God indeed.

This article originally appeared in Renewal Ministries’ November newsletter, which you can view here.

Faith Strong Enough to Save a City

Poland train_Sr Ann Reflection
Image Source Tracks / Image Source Hands
By Sr. Ann Shields, SGL

About a month ago, I was invited to speak at a Catholic Charismatic Conference in Poland.  Having been to that country twice before, I was also curious to see a part of Poland I had not seen in previous trips. This time, I was near the Russian border in the area of Warsaw.

The conference was wonderful.  I was privileged to have two excellent translators, so we were to communicate effectively. Spending some time in the city of Bialystok, the “home” area of Father Michael Sopcko, the confessor of St. Faustina, was another privilege! I was able to visit the church where his body is buried, the Church of Divine Mercy, and to spend time in prayer there for all of us, that we might be more and more channels of His mercy!

But the experience I want to relate in this blog today was one that strengthened my own faith in a substantial way.

In the 1980s, sparks were seen under the wheels of a train that was running through the city carrying some kind of explosive materials. Realizing the danger, officials very quickly tried to solve the problem and, at the same time, to get people to run as fast as they could in the opposite direction of the train. You can imagine the confusion!

In the midst of the chaos, a small group of people—I don’t know how many—simply knelt down on the ground beside the slightly elevated train tracks and prayed. All they prayed was this: “Jesus, we trust in You! Jesus, have mercy.” Though their lives were in danger, they continued to stay and pray. After a very anxious period of time, the train was safely out of the city. Nothing exploded; there was no fire, no destruction, and no loss of life.

A group of young people—and others—took me and the sister traveling with me to the spot where that group of people had so courageously prayed and bravely trusted God. The train tracks have trees on either side—and there among the trees is a kneeler and a large crucifix planted in the ground with the words “Jesus, I trust in You” at the top.

I stood there for a while. Behind me were the scenes of a typical modern city; in front of me was a beautiful, almost country-like scene of flowers, trees, and a train passing by just on the other side of the trees. Forty-some years ago, a group of people had enough faith in God’s mercy to put their lives on the line for everyone else in that city. I stood on that ground where so many knelt and still kneel today, and I wondered . . . would we have the faith to do that if a need called for it? I knelt on that kneeler and prayed the words at the top of the Crucifix—again and again, asking Jesus that your faith and mine would grow.

“Jesus, give me grace that my faith may grow . . . Jesus, I trust in You.”