Lithuania blog day 2.
Having orientated where I was, I settled on my pillow to thank God. It was an easy, joyful moment of prayer simply: ‘Thank you Father, you were brilliant yesterday”.
He had provided, He had shown himself as real and kind, He had totally taken care of us and given me evidence of the reality of His power and goodness. I giggled with God about my journey of doubt, fear, anxiety and maybe even testing him on the way to Kaunas.
Still blown away and rejoicing we ate the breakfast the Catholic Youth centre staff had given us, enjoyed coffee from a teapot and washed away the dried sweat of unfounded anxiety in the Dousus. (Our new favourite word, found on a post-it note on the shower door)
Having landed connection, provision and accommodation the previous day, we had no plan, the day lay open before us, nothing fixed until 4pm. When you are trusting God for his provision and can’t buy your own lunch, you have a whole chunk of day available. We walked around the town, open to whatever God brought to us and he didn’t bring anyone, so we rested and trusted.
Our staff team at St.Chad’s are all detailed planners and I’ve built up a reputation that in contrast to them I’m not. I like spontaneity, I respond to the urgent, I try to let tomorrow take care of itself until deadlines force my priorities.
It turns out however, that this isn’t true. I like plans, I live with an agenda, purpose, target and to do list full of objectives to achieve. This was God’s next agenda item for my learning. Having prepared for the trip, built up for weeks the intensity and purpose, suddenly we just had to wait and be available. Having no targets was a new form of powerlessness and dependence upon God. I engaged with whole layers of frustration, anxiety and guilt at the difficulty of having nothing to achieve, these made me profoundly rest-less. It took me until mid afternoon just to enjoy the place of rest and provision, just to receive the gift of a day in the sunshine, in a beautiful place with two friends, to chat and explore and laugh. To receive rest as a gift is an act of obedience.
So we walked, talked, joked, laughed and made ourselves available to God. We went to Kaunas’s junction of two rivers, aware that prophetic intercessors would probably have some deep revelation of the significance of place. God didn’t give us one, but we had a great time throwing stones to hit a buoy (I only mentioned that because I won … eventually)
It’s amazing what you see in a city when you have no money. Cutting out the whole paradigm of being a consumer, means you ignore shops, cafes, restaurants and advertising, you have no access to paid tourist sites. Block these out and you see more beauty in a city, the people, buildings and what’s in the gaps.
As a pilgrim not a tourist, as a missionary not a consumer, I was more able to see the city through God’s eyes and let his love for it grow in me.
We visited a series of Catholic churches, and just dwelt there, enjoying the majesty and praying. This was God’s next gift to me. A radically new love for those many Catholics who are earnestly seeking for God. In every church we visited there were women, silent in prayer. We sat in the stunning Cathedral and enjoyed the art and architecture and then sat silently in the side chapel, a designated place of prayer, a helpful sign refused mobile phones and cameras.
Raised and trained as a Protestant Anglican, having studied theology, and pondered extensively for my book on ‘hollow religion’, I would have been very sensitive to the contrasts of this place and its traditions to the theology of the wing of the church I dwell in. The reformation is an unavoidable part of our theological history and I believe God worked through it. But having met the young passionate worshippers the day before and knowing God had taken us there to bless and pray, my focus shifted. Not analysis, not comparing, not reacting, but choosing instead to bless.
I believe the Holy Spirit lives within us and wants to get out. As I prayed, I simply asked him to pour out from within me and dwell in that place. God gave me a deep love and longing for the many people who go there to seek him. I simply prayed for that to increasingly become a place of encounter. We all need to encounter God, we all need those moments of connection with the one who loves us, forgives us, accepts and welcomes us. To be in this place of prayer, I was touched by the many who go there daily to be with God. Some with a longing generous heart of gratitude or petition for God’s blessing on others. But also those who were there in fear and superstition, those there in duty or religious process of trying to appease God or earn his favour.
In simple longing, I asked the Holy Spirit to establish these church as wells of living water. That those consumed by religious superstition, fearful duty, or shame or striving to earn his favour, would be surprised by Him, encounter his grace, acceptance and unconditional love. God had taken me there to deposit a blessing, and to shift my perspective. God took me to a Catholic city, to pray for renewal, for hope and the fact He had done this demonstrated his abundant love which transcends theological differences. It was a simple moment of theory becoming reality in my life.
Millions of Catholics across the world have a hunger for God and barriers which would prevent them finding him in other denominations. So how about this for a strategy from the Holy Spirit: to bring renewal of faith, grace and the good news within the Catholic Church? I prayed for Pope Francis, a man God has called to shape history.
At 4pm we attended a BBQ at the Youth Centre we’d connected with the previous day. It was great to hang out with the students and encourage them, we went on to a Taize service which was beautiful space to worship and subtly intercede for those around us. Then open to God we just lingered to see what happened. Two young men turned up, Matas who we’d met the day before and Teddy, who we had never met. Amidst banter and some random linguistic cultural exchanges, we saw in them a hunger to connect, to cross the first layer of chat and talk with us more deeply.
When the centre closed, they left with us, taking us to climb a hill and enjoy stunning views of the city. This became the next set-up from God. As we walked and talked with them, they opened their hearts. As three church leaders with a longing to empower and disciple young men, God had taken us to two young men who needed wise counsel and encouragement. The Holy Spirit was at work in all five of us that night.
Reflecting back, this trip wasn’t just about God teaching us to trust, rest and love others from different church traditions. Much of the reason we went was not for us, but for them. Pilgrimage and mission are about being available to God to bless others. God chose to use us to impact them (and vice versa) We didn’t go merely for risk and adventure. We went for them, we went with a desire to bless and God used it.
Matas wanted to used his last €16 to buy us a simple Pizza to share, as we arrived at the restaurant he bumped into a Christian friend, as he explained what he was doing, this friend gave him €10 to bless us. We were able to feast on pizza, beer and friendship. Our final unanswered prayer (to taste Lithuanian Wheat-beer) was now fully answered.
So what does God want to teach you this week? For all of you who have kindly read this far, I pray this: “God, surprise us with your fresh gifts. We trade our comforts for your adventure, our fears for trust and ask simply for new experiences of what you are doing around us.”
Having read this story, how will you approach tomorrow?