I stood on an expansive dirt hill overlooking Przystanek
Woodstock (also known as Polish Woodstock). It was late evening, and I was lost
in a sea of dreadlocks, tattoos, ear gauges and the punk rock/ metal artistic
craziness of over one million people. I found myself in the evangelistic adventure
of a lifetime, near the small southern village of Kostrzyn nad Odrą.
I carried Ruslana
Evelyn (my guitar) and started walking with a few of my friends from my
missions school at the early hour of 1 in the morning. I thought to myself, “What could I possibly be
doing at this questionable time on the streets of Woodstock?” We trudged through roads that were drowning
in putrid garbage and every sin imaginable while the smell of cigarette smoke floated in the air like a piercing fog into our eyes.
We arrived at the northern most part of the festival
and there I saw of group of fifteen young people sitting in a circle laughing,
the aroma of pot and alcohol hung like an old forgotten curtain. I was too tired to speak with them. I merely
and passively walked by. Then one of the
young Polish men noticed I had a guitar and asked, “Cześć, would you like to come
hang out with my friends and I?” At
first I was hesitant, and then agreed to do so. Everyone wanted me to play a
song, and so the first one to come to my mind was Pasaulio Švesia (Here I Am To
Worship). I had no idea why God wanted me to sing this song ( I was very new
and afraid with my music evangelism at the time) and especially at this
unexpected hour.
Nevertheless, I let this sweet melody drift into the
calm starry Polish night sky. Afterwards, I looked up and the same young man
who invited me to play had tears in his eyes. He expressed thoughtfully, “Your
song really touched my heart.” It was truly an unforgettable precious moment.
There are many people in the world who are waiting
to be inspired by your heart’s song. Will you find the boldness to share your
story?
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