Category: BLOG
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Sunday unplugged
Tonight, the world shares our doorstep. Argentina, France, the Czek Republic, Bulgaria, Romania – they sing and dance and for a moment forget that wars rage, and people die, and bills plague. They have come to watch the World play futball on a tiny screen on a big planet, but this corner of Razgrad has…
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seeing the balkans a guest post by Christina corzine
In Bulgaria, I have witnessed beauty come to life out of the most unexpected places. The Nazarene pastor at the Razgrad Evangelical church, Pastor Nicolai, shared with us a friendship he has with the Muslim priest in Razgrad. They both have two completely different positions and yet they still cherish each other’s friendship. We were…
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this thing before we sleep
I am tucked away in the kitchen of the Budapest Blessings Church while the rain falls on this parched land and the family sleeps on mattresses in the church turned hostel.. After driving 8 hours on Saturday, we slipped into Sighisoara sheets well after midnight. We made the challenging but traditional Sunberg family hike up…
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the church must dance
Lazarus danced a jig. Well, he did. Sometimes our scripture imagination becomes a myopia of what we see on the written page and we can begin to think that the entirety of Jesus’ life were the bullet points we find in the Gospels. Now, they are the authoritative version, verified by ancient counsels of Godly…
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lazarus dancing
All of us want to see Lazarus dancing. On June 14, our family begins a journey that will last until August. We will be continuously on the road : from our home in Budapest to Romania to Bulgaria to Moldova to Poland, to Denmark, back to Hungary, back to Bulgaria, and then home to…
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a few good lessons i learned along the way
We cross the street. I grab for her hand. And, she gives it. No pouting. No complaining. Just natural, the way a girl does with her mom. The way she has done a million times before. Sometimes skipping. Sometimes blissfully unaware of the Sofia traffic that will not stop for anybody, not even pigtails…
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a blessing as you graduate
Lexi Mae, Last night your daddy and I stood before a group of people with you planted in the middle, waiting to hear a blessing that just could not be spoken through our tears. You see, nothing on this gigantic pinprick in our galaxy prepared us for the tidal wave of love that a tiny…
