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This is the Church

September 2003

Dear Brethren,

Matthew 9:36-38, But when He saw the multitudes, He was moved with

compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep

having no shepherd.  Then He said to His disciples, "The harvest truly

is plentiful, but the laborers are few.  Therefore pray the Lord of

the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest."

It had been the most trying two weeks of my life.  While still in

Romania, I woke up one morning to the most excruciating pain I had

ever felt.  All my joints ached, my feet were swollen, and I could

barely move.   The weather had changed, and it seems that as my

grandfather I am prone to arthritis.  On my way back to the States, on

September 9, while awaiting a connection at London Heathrow airport,

my laptop was stolen.

(Along these lines I would like to apologize to all the child

sponsors.   In the same bag I carried my laptop, I had the new updated

biographies of all the children, with their shoe and pant sizes, as

well as the new pictures.  They too were taken.  Although the staff in

Romania is currently working on redoing all the biographies it will be

some time before they are finished.)

Finally having arrived in the US, while driving from the airport Geno

filled me in on what had been happening in the States.  He told me of

the openly gay bishop that had been ordained by the Episcopalian

church, and then of the battle over the Ten Commandments in Alabama,

and by the time we reached Watertown I was disheartened.  It had been

a long two days, and all I wanted to do was take a shower, and get

some sleep.  I had been asleep less than half an hour when I had a

dream.  I was in a hospital room; it was very clean, and freshly

painted.  In the room there was a bed with a woman in it.   I

approached the bed, and took a closer look at the woman.  She was

dressed in a gray robe, and she had a ring on every finger of her

hand.  From time to time, she would raise her hand, look at her

fingers, and smile.  For some reason, that smile was the saddest thing

I've ever seen.  It was crooked, and it exhibited no real joy.  As I

looked at her the sadness in my heart grew to such intensity that it

woke me up.  Even awake I could still feel the sadness, and as much as

I tried I couldn't get back to sleep.  For six days in a row I had the

same exact dream, I would see the woman lying in bed, I would be

overwhelmed by sadness, then I would wake up.  I was so frustrated,

not knowing what this meant that on the seventh day I decided to fast.

 That night as I went to sleep the dream started again, the same as

before.  I looked at the woman, she smiled, the sadness overwhelmed

me, but I didn't wake up.  The door to the room opened and a man

dressed in a white smock walked in holding a clipboard.  Before he

could say anything I began asking a barrage of questions.   "Who are

you?  Why am I here?  Who is she?  Why have I been dreaming this for

almost a week?"

"Because you waited almost a week to fast," he said.  He must have

noticed the stunned expression on my face, because his eyebrows arched

upward.  "I am a friend," he continued, "I was sent with a message, be

at peace servant, all will be revealed in due time."

"How do I know you're a friend," I asked.  "Because, Jesus is Lord",

he answered.  Then he smiled, and I recognized him.  I had seen that

smile before.  Suddenly I was eight years old again, sleeping in the

top bunk of the bed I shared with my grandparents, on a cold winter

night in Romania.  I will remember that night for as long as I live.

I had woken up to go to the restroom, but before I could get out of

bed I heard talking below me.  My grandfather was talking to someone,

I went to peer over the edge, to see who it was, and found myself face

to face with this same man.  He'd smiled at me, and I'd instantly gone

back to sleep.

"I know you don't I?"

"Yes we¹ve met once before, but I see you often," he answered.

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"Because you murmur, because you have said in your heart that you are

on a fool's quest, because you think no one hears, that the message is

falling on deaf ears.  It is not for you to judge the success the

message has in the hearts of others, you were called to be a servant,

serve.  I was sent to rekindle the fire of compassion in your heart.

Compassion for the wayward and the lost, compassion for her," he said

pointing to the woman in the bed.

"Who is she?"

"She is the church," he answered me.  "Content only with the things of

this earth, absent of spiritual strength.  She is the reason you and

others like you were called to forfeit your lives.  The sadness you

feel when you behold her is nothing compared to the sadness the Father

feels for her condition.  If she is to stand in the fire, if she is to

be victorious she must be strengthened.  She has been in this

condition of spiritual paralysis for so long, she believes this is her

natural state.  If only she knew the power she has access to, if only

she knew obedience.  The wolves have gathered unhindered, and soon

they will strike at her with violence.  What will she do if she is

unable to defend herself?  What will become of the house of God?"

"Be faithful, for faithfulness is rewarded.  Why do you say in your

heart, that God should make it easier, that He should ease your

trials, would you rather that pride find its way into your heart when

the Father endows you with the gift He has promised?  Keep humility as

your constant companion, for the humble receive an abundance of grace.

 Remember if just one soul is spared from the eternal flame, if just

one soul is reached and brought to salvation, it is worth a lifetime's

labor and sacrifice.  One day you will know the number, receive your

reward, and be astonished.  I must leave now, but whether in the

waking hours, or in dream, we will meet again."

The man walked to the bed, looked down at the woman, smiled a sad

smile and walked out.  As soon as he walked out of the room, and I was

alone with her, the sadness began to invade my heart, and I woke up.

The reason I share this with you is to ask for your prayers.  It is a

difficult thing to go to church after church, night after night, and

speak a message of repentance that to the hearts of many has become a

foreign concept.  The knowledge that if just one heart is reached, if

one returns to the narrow path of faith, it was worth it and gives us

purpose and new strength.  May the light of God shine brightly in your

hearts, and may you exhibit Christ wherever you are.

Revelation 3:19, "As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten.  Therefore

be zealous and repent."

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.