..........Warsaw continued

a little more about my time in Warsaw.
i spent most days riding bicycles around the city. the hostel had free ones for us to borrow. i was able ride almost the entire city. most of it had to be rebuilt because intense destruction.  90% of the town was destroyed in the second world war. There was an uprising in 1944 by the Polish people, which was thwarted by almost total annihilation of the entire city. Warsaw was home to one of the largest Jewish ghettos during the war. all that is left is a 20 foot section of brick. the older generation doesn't want to talk about the war, the younger generation is ignorant to it. im not entirely sure what the political and economical situations are like in Poland but the gap between the wealthy and poor was very evident.

i had an interesting experience while i was in Warsaw. we went to church on Sunday morn. just a normal International church, so we could hear a sermon in English. there was about a dozen people in the pews. the pastor went up to the pulpit and, at least in my eyes, incorrectly presented the message of the Gospel. i have never been more frustrated with a sermon in my life. what if someone who had never heard the news of Jesus had come in and heard the sermon? i didnt know what to do so i walked (its what i do when i think). i walked into a Catholic church down the road, and sat and watched the Poles. the reverance everyone had was amazing. Polish people would walk up to the front, kneel, pray, and often cry. i wanted the God these Polish Catholics had, not the God of the church i just came from. i didnt know what to do, so i walked up to the people kneeling and begin praying for them. i speak English, they speak Polish; technically i was speaking in tongues. i felt alive, i felt happy. i knew i was being used by God.
from old women kneeling on pews to grown men kiss pictures of Mary and Jesus, i witnessed an evident love. candles were lit to commerate something im not really sure. but i watched them burn.

'like a dripping candle burning out before reaching the floor. yellow, hard, cold, the wax is no longer glowing and maleable'

will we burn out before reaching the floor? we must keep our wax glowing.
(sounds corny but i like the analogy)