I go to a "Free" Church which is a non-denominational church. It is a small church, there was about 40 there yesterday. The service yesterday however stood out to me more than normal. The sermon was preached in Russian by a really cute elderly man then one of the elders translated it into Lithuanian then our translator translated it into English. In front of me a woman was translating it into German for someone. Also there was a Spaniard who was listening to the English translation as well. I looked around and saw about 5 cultures represented and all of them were hearing a sermon in a tongue they understood. What an amazing example of how big our God is! He isn't just Lord in America, but all over the world! For some reason this concept smacked me upside the head yesterday. I love those moments!

Last night I experienced my first Lithuanian holiday, All Saints Day. It is in a way like our memorial day. The tradition is to go to the cemetaries and place candles on the grave sites to remember those who have passed away. I wish I could adequately describe what I saw, felt, and encountered, but it is not possible to portray such an image in mere words. It is something that has to be experienced to understand the exquisiteness of it. One would have to see the thousands of candles lit over acres of forest in complete darkness, to hear the wind gusting through and rustling the leaves, and to feel the somber atmosphere brought on by remembering how each candle represents a life lived and legcy left behind, both good and bad. To wonder where all of these hundreds of souls are now? How many of them heard the gospel? How many refused the gospel? It makes one stop and ponder his own life, how it has been lived and how it should be lived.