We are taking 3 days to seek God and His plans for this semester and for us as a team. Yesterday I walked around the park close to my apartment and found a really really old church. It was run down and falling apart. As I got closer I noticed that there was a door open going into the church. I walked in not knowing if it was allowed, but I didn't care I was so intriged by this mysterious building. When I steped in there was an old monk sitting in a folding chair by the door reading. He showed me where I could read about the history of the church and that I was free to roam. I kicked into indiana jones mode. LOL! Inside is so worn and rusted. It has been through two fires, war and many other things. It is a catholic church and all the original paintings are still up on the walls. I walked around looking at them, most of them I couldn't even make out. I found myself standing in front of one that I could barely make out, but I could see Christ hanging on the cross. The painting was very faded, rusted, stale, and Christ was just a glipse. Then it hit me, this was a picture of Lithuania. I started to cry. Lithuania's heart is faded, rusted, stale and there is but a glipse of Christ here. I sat down in front of the picture crying and started to journal all these thoughts. I stayed there a while until the monk came up to me and told me it was time to go becasue he had to leave. He noticed that I had been crying. He tried asking me questions, but we couldn't understand each other. I had so many questions for him also. Lord willing I will be able to ask him someday.