If you can believe it, today was worse than yesterday in Amsterdam. We went to pray for a newly built Mosque (supposed to be the largest in Germany). We were all dumbfounded when we were told that it was supported by the local Catholic church, they also suspect that the Catholic church is financially supporting it too. After this, we went back to Dusseldorf over to Julie’s friend’s home to eat a homecooked dinner (the best part of the night, it was so good). Then we went out with them to prayerwalk for a very dark part of Dusseldorf. It was still light out, so it wasn’t as horrible as it normally would be later on in the night, but even still. Gay bars were like Starbucks, there were so many. People on the streets shooting heroine, shouting, fighting and picking up prostitutes. We visited a brothel (we didn’t go inside, don’t worry) and prayed there for a while; I have never cried so much at one time before. My heart was so broken towards these women in the brothel, I couldn’t keep myself together; I can’t imagine the amount of brokenness in God’s heart–I can’t imagine the weight He must carry. As of right now, I have no emotion left. These past two days have taken everything from me. I could never explain with all the words and languages in the world what my soul is going through. We are being tormented by the weight of sin on our shoulders; I must say we have been privileged to experience a minute portion of the weight God must carry. It has made us even more grateful that He is able to bear our sins so that we might be free. As awful as it was, I pray that every Christian might experience this; perhaps it may put us all into place at how much we take Christ for granted.
I have nothing left.
