Many of us have dreams. We dream of that perfect job, house, family, vacation, etc., but what about a dream mission trip? I do not think I had ever really thought of it in those terms before, but this summer, I was blessed to be a part of just that: my dream mission trip!
In June, I had the privilege of being on the HIM and TLC Media Team traveling to Budapest, Hungary, and to Talpos, Romania. My duty was to be one of two photographers helping capture details and happenings on the fields we visited. I do not know about you, but for me a mission’s trip where the job description was “photographer” was an exciting thought! It was a wonderful experience to be able to use a specific gift the Lord has given me in a special way!
Since our team ministry was different from the normal mission teams that go out, I was not sure what exactly to expect. Rather than helping sick people stricken with poverty under a blazing equator sun, we got to tour a beautiful European city with the goal of capturing pictures and video for FEA Ministries. Did this count as a real mission’s trip?
I know that mission work is everywhere. I have been able to see and do that in my own country. But while I was in Budapest, I discovered something powerful. It was something that I had known, but not truly experienced in such an overwhelming way. Mission work does not always consist of the proverbial roughing it. One does not have to travel to Africa, live in a hut, and sacrifice personal hygiene habits to find and help people that have never heard of Christ. There are other countries where the gospel is needed just as much—even if they do not look like they need it.
Budapest is a very large and gorgeous city. It is cultured and educated. It has clean tap water (A novelty for this missionary kid). There are no huts or masses of malnourished children roaming the streets. Overall, it is a gorgeous city with well-groomed citizens. What I learned there is that under the carefully groomed appearances, there is a deep sense of hopelessness. It is hopelessness not only of the current generation, but dating back decades and centuries. A kind of hopelessness I have never known before. It is a feeling of defeat that would be hard for most Americans to comprehend.
While listening to Bro. Durham talk about the history of Hungary, I realized that these people have lived in fear for many years. Dating centuries back in history, I saw how oppression has hung over Hungary for years—a cycle that lasted all the way up to the Soviet Union reign. Yes, they are now free, but evident scars still remain. Their history of defeat has left a pessimistic nation. Evangelical churches are not located on every corner of the city. The name of Jesus is not widely known. Few Hungarians have heard of the freedom and hope they can have in Jesus Christ.
The enthusiastic and cheerful spirits of the Hungarian Christians I met contrast greatly with the other lost people of their nation. It is amazing what the love of Christ can do in lost lives!
I went into this trip with excitement and anticipation of a new adventure. However, I was not expecting to have my heart touched so greatly by the need of the people of Budapest. It opened my eyes to the absence of the gospel in all of Europe. I want to be involved in helping evangelize the European nation. I don’t know what my role will be in the future, but right now I can have a part by praying for the missionaries and the people of Hungary. I am praying that a lost nation can become hopeful for the cause of Jesus Christ! Who knows—maybe my dream mission field is right around the corner.
~ By Kara Moore, Independence, Kansas