Monasteries and Rebuilding
Since being in Hungary and Germany I have been wondering and pondering about the role of the Church in societies taking many generations to rebuild after ruinous wars and crippling ideologies. Beautiful Budapest is covered in spray paint - from the waist down. Every 19th Century building is tagged and retagged with graffiti, even in the suburbs. It's like a whole generation is saying, "We are tearing down these old constructs ourselves, in a peacefully uglifying kind of way." It's like a revolution out of smouldering ruins through the creativity of renaissance.
Hungarians, like my father, have incredible work ethic. The whole city of Budapest was abuzz by 6 am. They are a stong humble people. A sleeping giant is about to burst to life. With next years introduction of the Euro as currency, Hungary will continue to rise.
While in Dresden, Germany I counted no less than seven cranes rebuilding the old city, a city that remembers being leveled to the ground by an allied bombing during WWII which resulted in at least 25, 000 civilian casualties.
Seeing those "seven" cranes from my perch atop a newly rebuilt church reminded me of a late night prayer meeting I had with God in a lonely airport hotel room in Toronto last October. It was after midnight and I was praying over the airport and city from the perspective of my sixth floor room.
Looking toward the airport I noticed red lights on the roofs of many local hotels, lights for planes. As I prayed into this picture of red lights I counted seven of them that were predominant. God spoke to me there in the darkness of my room, "There are seven gateway cities." I wasn't sure what that meant, but I have been praying into it for a year. Last week in Budapest, my heart lept as I prayed over the city and that still small voice said, "This is a gateway city." So I've been praying that way for Budapest and whatever it means will grow clearer in time.