EXIT

Imagine camping in the shadow of a 700 year old castle: The retaining walls are covered in ivy, long towers glare at the Danube river solemnly, there are lights all around--bright and flashing--and, in the valley below, 150,000 people mill around waiting for their favorite bands to play. There are about 30 family young people down there too, sitting in the grass amongst the Rasta's and Hippies, the words of jesus cutting through the cheap thrills of materialism and head-trips and touching the hearts of the lost and soul-searching. In the end hundreds of people will get saved, hundreds more will have felt the crazy, naked spirit of Jesus through our Holy Ghost samples, there will be many sheep to follow up on several of which will drop out on by the end of it and decide to give their lives to following Jesus.

Now you've gotten a little idea of what the EXIT festival was like. It was more then just a "witnessing experience." For me it was a taste of what family life was like for our parents when they first started the revolution. Now I can understand why they origianlly wanted to join: the high of the spirit was better then anything you could ever try, the freedom to live and love Jesus and your fellow man was intoxicating, the fellowship of a group of young people that want to give their all to Jesus is invigorating... in short, it was all just plain fun!

I love hippies and, to sit and listen to many of them for the past five days and share their stories and lives with me was wonderful. What was even better was when one would get saved and you would see it in their eyes: that look when one who has been searching for truth for so long has finally found it. That look, I would say, is one of the most fufilling.

I'll have pictures of it when the CD's get developed, until then I must go. A week of lots of sun and little sleep will wipe anyone out... Ta-ta everyone.