Magyar Mullets March 2012 Newsletter
2012 Hungary Summit partners--not pictured: Brad Mullet and Deborah Roy |
Dear Family and Friends,
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Randy and Robin Kohl |

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Uncle Jake has the touch with Isabelle |
While I was away for a few days, some bodies came by the
ministry center and put graffiti on the walls and doors—something I abhor. During
a team meeting the next day, I saw it through the window. I started a slow
burn. After the meeting, I changed into my grubby work clothes and headed
outside. I was already asking myself, “Is this why I am here? To clean off
graffiti?” As I rounded the corner,
bucket and supplies in hand, ready to pick a fight, I saw two young guys
walking by drinking beer. They stopped; I stopped. I said, “What’s up?” The one
guy said, “I hate tourists.” I said, “I’m a tourist, wouldn’t you like to be a
tourist?” He said, “I would be if the pay were good enough.” The other guy took
me in at glance and asked, “You get paid a lot to do that?” I said, “I do this for nothing, this isn’t
why I came to Hungary.” At that moment,
I deserved to be struck by bolt of lightning. In a flash, I recalled the
testimony I’d memorized in 1999. “…my life is not my own, I’ve come here to
share the good news of salvation in Jesus Christ…” What better way to share the gospel than on
the street, doing what the Lord has given my hands to do? Cleaning graffiti off
walls and windows. I spent thirty minutes with those boys explaining the
gospel. When they’d finished their beer they walked away. I went back to my
scrubbing. About ten minutes later they
came back by and asked a few more questions.
I don’t know what God was doing in their hearts, but I know what He was
doing in mine. I’ve determined to let graffiti be my prompt. God beckons me
come out; someone will be along shortly. I must ready myself to share the real
meaning in life; obviously that’s why I’m on the planet.
Purposeful in the labor,
Brad (and Kari)