Let me try and catch up...

Things have gotten pretty crazy pretty fast around here. I am going to attempt to organize my thoughts a little more. Ok,

For work:

    I work with three guys: Jonny, Dorel, and (the other one XD). Here is a picture of them (Dorel is on the right)! My name when I work with them is "Little" for several reasons. =D 1: There is a popular TV series starring "Little Will". 2: I am much younger than them. 3: Dorel cannot remember my name being "Will" so he calls me little instead. =D We have been working on insulating and sheetrocking the top of this house as seen below. Waking up early and finishing at sundown. When finished it will house whole teams of vollunteers when they come to help each summer. This will also open up more space for more orphans.

    I dont know yet what all the purposes of this house are, but I suspect it will be used a lot!

    If you want to do some home improvement, then you should really talk to these guys in Romania. They know how to get a job done. XD Let me show you a little Romanian home improvement project that we began today. The front door to the orphanage is broken and needs to be replaced. Well lets take it out yeah? How about like this! (Video)

     That, my friends, is how you do things the Romanian way! We just replaced the whole door frame and got a bigger door. But there is no door in place at the moment! =D HAHAHAHHAHA

    So as some of you may have seen on Facebook, I went with some of the group here to a tongue speaking church. I was unable to take pictures or anything, which is fine. But I have never been to a church like that before. We walked in to a structure no bigger than a small house painted a strange assortment of peach and cyan. Inside everyone was on their knees in front of their seats talking aloud. And a man dressed in all black was at the front looking happy and was indicating for us to sit in the front. Now this is probably where you should know something about me. I see life through a humorous lens, and when I tell stories of happenings, I poke fun at different things that I thought were funny. I also tend to over exaggerate a little bit for comedic effect. Many of you in Bozeman, and even some of you in Romania probably practice tongue speaking. I fully believe that it does happen and it is genuin, However, I also have other opinions about it that I won't talk about here. In no way do I mean any bad things about the practice, but I am going to tell you about what it was like going there for the first time.

    HOLY LANTA MOTHER OF PEARLS AND ALL THINGS UNBELIEVABLE! That is about what went through my mind as I was walking up to the front. I glanced over at the way up to the balcony as a tear of longing dropped from my eye. Arne, Jonny, and all the girls got on their knees and started praying I guess. So, without hesitation, I did the same thing, but faced a wall and got comfortable. Oh my Bonkerville it was LOUD. People yelling... lots of yelling. There was this old guy, like from the Roman Empire era, singing behind me. It was something along the lines of "God you are praised, God you are..." This very point in time is when I said a prayer to God, "God, what the heck did I just get myself into... Why?? What is the purpose of this?" Five minutes pass, no relent, and my knees are hurting. At this time, I began stealing glances from my position. I would wait until the man in black was looking away to learn more about my surroundings. Then some men started singing. It sounded more like chants because there was a lot of repetition in what they said. But remember, I cant understand that much! XD I noticed on one of my glances that one of the singers was staring at me, giving me a dirty look. So I played it off cool, you know, acting like I was doing something holy. Yeah, It was so loud, I could not hear myself think. I had such a hard time even talking to God.

   Finally, after what seemed like a mother hugging hour, the chants up front stopped and everyone sat in their seats. It got really really quiet. "Now that that is over, maybe I can sing some songs!" I thought. After the man in black said some things everyone got back down on their knees. Ohh I wanted to say "poopy" soooo bad. However, I was a little more smart about it this time. I stood up! YES! Some other people were doing it, that means I had the GREEN LIGHT BABY!! Well, I swear this next time was a little louder and lasted about 5 times as long. AND THE ENTIRE TIME, THAT ONE SINGER GUY WAS GLARING AT ME. Ohhhhh snap, I think I need to reconsider my stratagy. Just then I looked down and noticed that someone was recieving a phone call. Yup the phone was RIGHT next to me, and ringing. But that is ok, no one else could hear it. Ohhh the temptation to just hit the green button. XD HEHEHEHEHE noo, I am being watched by chantsville up there. Another day passed and the chanting stopped and we sat down. This is when I took the time to pray. I thanked God profusely that it was over... At that moment Jonny leaned over and told me that the man in black said, "May the Holy Spirit descend on this place and rest here..." Oh no, God, I appreciate humor, but sometimes Your's comes with a knife on the back! After chuckling inside myself, the pain began. Ahhh HA! I have this solved! I will just sit the whole time! BOOM. so I did. Except this time... This time was the big mama. Screaming! Everyone was Screaming! Clapping randomly! OH NO MY EAYEAEYEYEAEYEARS!! This is when it hit me. God used Paul to speak different languages if it was needed, so what if i listen for English! No one here is going to speak English unless they are speaking through tongues right? So I prayed, "God, if I am missing something here, now is a really good time to tell me because no one else would understand, and I could really start opinionating tongues correctly!" So I listened, listened, listened.... All I heard was the man in black yelling at Maria with his hand over her head, and a lot of annoying sound. Not a lick of english. Then finally for what seemed like several months, it ended. The man in black talked about me a little bit(he looked at me and said "American" and "Happy" in Romanian obvously).

    Then we left. That whole event left me tired, sad, frustrated, and confused. None of those are emotions I have an easy time connecting with God about. (My favorite emotions are, hope, love, fear, humor, anger, and distress because I find it really really easy to connect with God there)

 -Was it genuin? Yeah, i believe so. They seemed like they were dedicated to Christ.

 -Is that something I will try? Sure, alone in my room when not a soul is around.

 -Is it completely necessary to follow Christ? Absolutely not.

Please, I know that I will never be 100% correct. This is my blog so a kind of window into my thoughts deal. I respect the people who do this for sure. But Matthew 6:6 says, "But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you."

What do you think? =]