MulletsInHungary

This is the blog of Brad and Kari Mullet. It serves to keep our partners in the gospel informed of our activities.

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Brad: I grew up in a Christian family. My oldest brother shared with me the good news of salvation by God's grace through faith in Jesus Christ. I placed my trust in Him when I was five years old. I'm presently working alongside the Hungarian Evangelical Church in Budapest. Kari: I placed my trust in Jesus Christ for salvation when I heard the gospel at the age of 14 at a Young Life camp.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Magyar Mullets March 2012 Newsletter



2012 Hungary Summit partners--not pictured: Brad Mullet and Deborah Roy

Dear Family and Friends,
Randy and Robin Kohl
Thank you for praying for us as the Lord brings us to your minds.  March was plenty full and the weather perfect for a gathering of representatives from some of our partner churches for the 2012 Hungary Summit.  The content of the summit can be found at www.hungarysummit.org Sam Rotman was on hand to share the gospel while doing what the Lord has given his hands to do—playing concerts.  While Hungary celebrated a holiday over a four day weekend, I ran off to Kansas to encourage our youngest son Jacob in some life-course decisions.  Kari held down the fort with help from Robin Kohl, our teammate from the EFC of Crystal Lake, who was on-site for three weeks to fill in teaching English, serving, hosting, and working. Her husband Randy did a few projects himself.  We continue to sow and water seeds of the gospel and pray for growth. Last week the mother of two girls who came to our English camp last summer accepted Christ. They plan to attend this summer too.
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)

1 Comments:

Blogger Catherine said...

Wow. What a great example of why we should give thanks in all circumstances! You would not have had that opportunity to share Christ with those young men had not the graffiti been on the walls.

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