No, not a wedding ring… my grandfather’s would be worried if I came home with a wedding ring from Poland, not to mention my father.

Anyway. I am now at the hostel in Krakow – it is such a nice facility! I have my own room and it is maybe the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I can see now why people set up camp in hostels for awhile – they are quite endearing. With that said…

Today was the day of leaving… the goodbyes, tears, sad faces. I can’t begin to explain what an impact this week has made. With each day, i just asked, “God, is there really THIS much more of you?” Each person, story, and smile held something so special because I saw the mystery of His creation a bit more fully.

We just had a kind-of “de-briefing” session for our group here at the hostel (good thing, huh Al?). And we talked about what characteristics of God we saw more clearly. I realized so many things about who God is because I got to know more of His creation. The people here are easy to love, but hard to leave. I saw that, though we are different, we are people just the same and we all need Jesus and redemption every day.

I had some experiences that have forced me to look more introspectively at my life… I’ll try to share some stories:
When we ate meals, we would go into the cafeteria and scramble for seats. Many families ate together, but there was often one or two seats open at tables. I became accustomed to sitting with new people. There were few Polish people at the camp who could speak English really well, so dinner conversation was a bit halting. .. I admire them so much for struggling with English to include me in the conversation. As the days went on, it was less important to me that they speak in English. Polish is a beautiful language, albeit one of the most difficult things I’ve ever attempted, and I was more willing to just listen to their conversations. I realized that I tend to talk to cover up my own insecurities or attract attention – both of these things are impossible when I cannot speak the language. There is SO much more I could say about this!

Another lesson in language is God’s ability to overcome my own shortcomings. I love children – their thirst for adventure and that bit of mischief in their eyes. Well, Polish children are incredible… Most could speak only broken English, and some none at all. There was one little girl, Ula, who I connected with right away. she knew absolutely not a word of English, but we had the most amazing time all week playing, laughing, dancing, singing. I praise God for these moments when I understand that His language is above any words i could say.

the REALLY joyful news is that yesterday… I wish I could tell it all, but time is running short. Yesterday, Beata, a young girl in the teen conversation class, came to me and wanted to talk. The only problem was, she spoke very little English and our communication had consisted of smiling and my trying to learn Polish words. Well, she looked pretty emotional and we ended up in my room. I tried to figure out what was wrong and finally I asked her if it was about Jesus and she nodded. I kept trying to get somewhere, but she could not understand me. There was almost literally a wall in between us, even though I started to realize what she wanted to do – no matter how emotionally attached I became, nothing else could happen. I ran out to the hallway and asked someone for a translator, and five minutes later Agnieszka came. I slowly found out about Beata’s life, her struggles, and her desire to belong. I told her, through Aga, that when we are part of God’s family we belong to Him! I cannot express how humbling it was to be completely dependent on someone else for this process. I can truly say it was nothing I did, but God that pulled Beata to Himself, and allowed her to understand and trust Him as her Savior. Praise the LORD. Rejoice in the work He has done.

And lastly, the ring. Real quick: I have met a beautiful woman and her name is Ania. She is 19 and I think I already wrote about her. She speaks English well enough for us to connect and we’ve become great friends, sharing and encouraging each other all week. I can’t explain how fast our friendship came, but I am so grateful for her smiling face and wonderful spirit. Last night, she gave me a ring to match one she also had. I was completely blessed by the gift. my heart is so full of love for the people here!

Rejoice and again I say REJOICE!

from Krakow with love,
Caroline

So, I am here again writing – very quickly as I need to get back. But, I wanted to write while the feelings were still fresh. My heart is broken for the beautiful people that live in this land. Everywhere I look I see picturesque beauty, but the people are even more wonderful. Last night we had a campfire and I could feel the Holy Spirit in the place. But, Polish Catholicism is so strange! I still do not understand it, even though Gubi and Ania tried to explain it to me.

I am struggling with communication – there are so many things I want to say. I have learned to be silent – out of necessity… but the Lord has used this to make me understand how to listen – even when words don’t make sense.

I have no more time, but have so much more to say.

I will write again when I get to Krakow. God Bless and keep yoU!

Karolina

Wow.

My time here has been amazing so far. The people are so easy to love and have so many stories to share. I have made many, many friends with children, adults, and a college student, Ania. Even if the friendship is broken English with many hand signs, it is wonderful all the same. THe children have taken to teaching me Polish and I am learning – very slowly, but it makes them laugh.

It is too beautiful to describe. I went to a castle with some of the students a couple days ago – it was almost 400 years old. Can you imagine?

Tomorrow the camp is taking a field trip to another castle and waterfall…to practice English, of course! The teaching is going well, even if I was uncomfortable at first. God has used the team in many ways – how wonderful that I can be a part of this! I have so many more stories, but I have to catch the bus back to Beskid and can’t be late.

OH! ANd the Lord provided a place for me to stay in Cracow for four days! Praise God it is free and in a good place!

Please pray for open hearts as we try to show these beautiful people the difference between salvation as a free gift and doing good works.

i must go!

I’m sitting in a coffeeshop in Main Street Holland, where street performers, walkers, consumers, and just about anyone comes to enjoy the summer night air. I just got back from a stellar weekend with family in Iowa. A little north of my roots, but the weekend on the lake did far more good than I expected. There’s something about being around people who love so intensely.

Well, I took it to the max with kayaking, boating, tubing, wakeboarding, waverunning, biking, walking, you NAME IT. I didn’t want to stop because it was all my built up hunger for the outdoors at once. Well, it wasn’t so cool when I got a cold, bruises, and cramps from my over-exertion but I could tell you it was certainly worth it!:)

I’m chipping away at my English lessons for the upcoming Poland mission trip. Ever so slowly, but my anticipation is building! The closer it gets the stronger my prayer becomes “Lord, whatever brings you glory!”

I’m reading two books right now – Thr3e by Ted Dekker and The Weight of Glory by C.S. Lewis. Both are hitting me in different ways. I can’t get through Dekker’s fast enough – you know how novels go. But, that Clive Staples. I wish I could just sit next to him for a bit. I think wisdom would just seep out from his suit with the lingering smell of cigar and paper. I guess I’ll have to write about both of those later, because right now what’sw on my mind is 2 Samuel.
I’ve been working my way through the Old Testament and am unmistakably aware of God’s providence in giving us His Word completely – Old and New both.

I was talking to my mom about 2 Samuel 7 and she immediately volunteered me to share it with the fam at our own little church service last Sunday. I told her the day before that I could have a 3 or 5 part sermon on it, but she said 5 minutes, so I know I fell dreadfully short of doing the passage justice. God promised David that He will always be with him and his name will be great. God promised to always have a place for David’s people and rest from oppression. He also promised to establish a house for David, raising up his offspring and establishing his kingdom. He promised to never take away his love…. and there’s so much more! Read it in vs. 1-16.

The promises are amazing, almost absurd as David’s reply shows. God would make such promises to a man?

David says WHO AM I, LORD? and what is my family? He wonders out loud why God would choose him to speak to in such an unusual and intimate way.
The verses that follow show David’s gratefulness for these promises and his desire to turn it around So that the Lord would be glorified by blessing David’s house.

Isn’t that our task? To take these absolutely (absurd, really)amazing blessings and turn them back to God so that His name would be great and praised all over the earth. Bless the Lord! David gives God all the praise in verse 22. To GOD be the glory, for David knows that it is nothing he has done, but out of grace that God has chosen.

David gives us an example of how we are to know and believe God’s promises. How are we to live into the promises in the Word if we do not know them? A missionary once said – go ahead and challenge God to fulfill his promises! He wants to bless his children as he promised, but do we not need to know what they are and have bold faith, then that He IS faithful?

Inheritance – oh how great and undeserved David’s inheritance. Did he live to see the temple built? No, but his family and offspring lived on and Solomon brought the Lord’s promise to light and David basked in the Lord’s eternal glory in the most brilliant inheritance of all.

And praise God for his grace to include us, even today in such a bright, undeserved inheritance! We are part of that kingdom that lasts forever!

And who am I? I am a brilliant star glittering only in the reflection of a most brilliant Sun.

Praise the Lord. Bless His Name.

I feel as though my summer has only started, but one look at a calendar says it all – it’s over half way done!

I haven’t written in awhile, so I’ll first write of my mom’s visit. It was wonderful – from beginning to end. We read books and sat on the deck, drank summer drinks like lemonade and raspberry tea, went out to eat, my mom and sister-in-law SURPRISED me at Ruby’s and were wonderful customers!, we went to the beach for a sunset, went on many walks, and I went through a pile that much needed some mom-attention (it included things like loan consolidation papers, next semester plans, internships, newspapers from the National Arabic Festival…). Of course all these things accompanied an abundance of stories from yours truly – a trait I sometimes regret.

Something I have realized about my mom is that try as I might to be drastically different, we think in the same rhymes. The things that frustrate me about myself, well, I can see her getting frustrated over the same. I guess it’s good to know that someone can be so understanding – God surely planned that.

Well, on to our next visitors, merely days apart from each other, but just as welcome! My grandparents were here last weekend and over the 4th. I had anticipated their coming for so, so long! Despite my resentment at having to work on Saturday, God proved that He is good and I was blessed in 3 ways that night: 1. a beautiful family with two sons of the best manners I have ever seen – I made sure to compliment them and they just beamed. .. 2. a family who was wonderful and complimented me on my waitressing skills, and then we started talking and their boys actually went to a lacrosse camp at Northwestern in Evanston and my friend Chelsea was their coach! smile and 3. my grandparents came right to the restaurant from Iowa, fresh off the road and walked in to find their granddaughter positively beaming with love!

We had a most delightful time! Sunday morning we got to eat out at the Curragh, the local Irish pub (except for Sundays when Holland doesn’t allow them to sell liquor) that puts on a traditional Irish breakfast every Sunday, complete with live music. The music was wonderful and our conversation great. Gramps went right to work with Sam, deconstructing some ill carpentry job in the garage, while Gram and I tended to flowers, took walks and read books. On Monday we decided to go the beach, just here and I, but we happened upon a fireworks show…so the rest of the fam came and we all enjoyed the display, which is by far the closest I’ve ever been to fireworks. At times I thought they would fall into my lap.

I took Gram to Windmill Island, which came highly recommended by the mum. I felt like less of a tourist, it being my second time in weeks, and wondered if the people recognized me.:) Then on Tuesday afternoon we took a newly acquired canoe and headed to a lake for fishing and relaxing.

I had to work Tuesday night, so I had to fend off the bitter bug that was creeping toward the end of my shift. The day had been so wonderful, and then, 5 minutes before I was supposed to get cut, someone sat a family in my section, which meant another 30-40 minutes. I guess I realized the real point of anger. I tried to keep up my attitude, but inside I was just mad. But what is being mad if no one knows about it? Right, I mean think of a time when you were really mad about something. But if you don’t tell anyone then what’s the point of being mad – no one can give you a reaction and my silent anger was never going to reach the person who sat me, so I gave up.

I, of course, relayed this to my grandparents who laughed and said much wiser things.

Skipping to the present, last night I had my first wine and cheese. Well, I guess I’ve had wine before, but it’s never been pleasant, or tasty, or anything that I expected it to be when I thought I would someday be “one of those types who just has a glass of wine with dinner.” I never thought I wouldn’t actually like the taste. And, of course, to acquire the taste, you have to actually drink it often, which doesn’t fit into my budget or taste. So, back to last night. I was meeting up with a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile and she had wine and cheese set out .. and this was the cheese that comes in the waxy cover. Well, it was Merlot and I didn’t enjoy it again, but I pretended and finished the glass she poured me with a slice of cheese.
I’m going to have to work on something that seems just as elegant without tasting so bitter.

just a list of randoms:
-I’m going to start a book list, so I can try to keep track of all the books I’ve read and how good they’ve been…don’t know how soon this will happen.
-I love biking. love it. I biked about 10 miles a couple days ago and it was so great – especially by the water. but I don’t think you get respect as a biker unless you have tight clothes and a helmet. My friend says I need a road bike with special pedals, but I just say it’s the attire.
-Family reunion next weekend and I CAN’T HARDLY WAIT!! Of all the memories of my childhood, family reunions hit top and always bring smiles.
-The farmer’s market here in Holland rivals one of my favorite things about summer. I go every Saturday and took gram and gramps on Wednesday. All the people, vendors, freshness, and the street performers – I want to see and buy everything every time… especially because blueberries and raspberries are ripe!
-I’m trying to grasp that I am a senior in college. Everyone who’s been there says, “It only gets better… ” With a sigh that makes me think graduation can stall for awhile.
-POLAND…It’s getting closer and I’m starting to work on my English lessons. I will need so much prayer for this trip!

I guess that’s all for now.

that was just the song in my head… i think the Eagles sing it.

Anyway, so I’ve been thinking about my top ten waitress ‘things I never knew or expected’ and here’s the rundown:

1. Computers are smart – sometimes too smart… with the touch of my fingers someone’s order can be a grilled chicken dinner instead of a grilled chicken wrap. And, of course the description on the screen is GRD CHCK, which is delightfully ambiguous.
2. I learned quickly to never expect anything by way of tips. It’s always so much more exciting to be wonderfully surprised, regardless of percentages. It works out that I don’t do math very well in my head, so percentages aren’t all that important to me anyway.
3. The customer is always different. I don’t think I’ve had two tables that I’ve served alike. I found quickly that I have to gauge my conversation, when I check up on them, how often I ask for refills, etc. Because I’m always surprised by their expectations.
4. Some couples come in to the restaurant just to be around other bodies. They don’t necessarily enjoy the person sitting across from them, which is why their eyes wander to the silent TVs in the corners. So, for these tables, I try to provide extra social interaction, because they’re obviously struggling to create it on their own.
5. I LOVE serving grandparent age people… they are by far my favorite. I really try to wiggle my way into their conversation because they always have some advice, wisdom, or joke they’d love to share. I end up telling them that it’s great to talk, because my grandparents live miles away. Even though they are a bit stingy on tips, I just remember that my gram and gramps used to share a cheeseburger for 25 cents and think, “Golly that waitress was happy to get a nickel!”
6. NEVER let your co-workers know that you frighten easily. I suppose this is not a good idea in any job, but I’ve been in a crowd of wait staff in the kitchen, heard a pan clang and screamed, ducking for cover. Once they caught on I was a goner. I figure it’ll happen at least a couple times every time I work.
7. I have realized the challenge in showing Jesus through my actions at Ruby’s. I see people who are better servers than me, better smilers, better at being happy, quicker, smarter, well better everything. So – I tried to figure out just what it was that could make me different. After meeting a beautiful friend from Texas, I realized that it’s not me that makes me different, but Jesus in me. I started praying on my way to work and God is already giving me joy beyond happiness and open doors to share about Him. WOW!
8. The restaurant crowd is different, but I’ve learned that the crude conversation and behind the swinging door gestures give me no reason to judge. This is another lesson learned from my Texan kindred spirit – I can love them through changes in the conversation, questions about their life, high fives, and crazy dance moves.
9. I’ve gotten used to the deep rose color that creeps up into my cheeks when: I bring out food to the wrong table, bring out the wrong food to the right table, have to run back and ask, “Now, I’m sorry, how did you want your steak cooked?” and apologizing profusely for the long wait on their dinner.
10. I learned that people are people are people. Hmmm, another way to say that I’m encouraged, challenged, sharpened, sad, angry, depressed, and joyful when I spend a night just being around people. I think that’s beautiful.

okay, so I know this isn’t near as funny (if the other one was at all) as the paint crew 🙂

BUT I also have to say that my wonderful mother is here this weekend. We’ve had the most amazing time just hanging out, reading (Just finished Frank Peretti’s The Oath), walking, hiking, beaching, changing my oil (everything’s fine dad), and enjoying each other’s company.

Now if I could just get a hold of my brother William…
well, I’m off to Ruby’s for the lunch shift. grace and peace!

I do like to laugh – here’s some that might make you smile.

So… here’s ten things I never knew before being a painter:
1. It’s not nearly as romantic as it sounds (creamy beige and bone white get a little old after multiple dorms, rooms, and hallways).
2. 6 am, well it’s comes bright and early, which severely tested my resolve to wake up in time to work out before going to paint… okay, it obliterated it.
3. the better days are those that you feel like you’ve accomplished something. The hard ones are when your instructions are to prep, paint, scrutinize, and paint again…. and then look at the wall and think, “Shoot, that still doesn’t look that great.”
4. Painting proves for endless amounts of time to think, talk, and get to know whoever you’re working with. This is both good and bad, mostly good.
5. There are many, many ways one can mess up, like forgetting to paint a door, dropping wet brushes, painting before spackling dries, and asking too many questions. (And, yes, I’ve done all the above.)
6. An essential is definitely a good book. I’ve gone through almost 4 on my breaks. This could also be my demise, because I usually stay up late trying to finish.
7. The social life for the 7-330er who night waitresses is pretty slim. I’m fortunate enough to have a live-in social calendar (in the form of my bro and sister-in-law).. though we keep it pretty low key, we’ve had some great nights concocting drinks, watching movies, and my personal favorite, watching “So, you think you can dance?” which I experienced for the first time last week.
8. There are multiple, crazy amounts of opportunities for me to make a fool out of myself. Whether it is ripping my pants jumping off a ladder, accidentally pulling a fire alarm, or managing to completely paint myself every day, I’ve done it all. My favorite was when another girl on the crew said, “Haven’t you reached your stupid quota for the day?” … all in good fun, of course, but, I can’t escape the blonde title that constantly chases me (regardless of my endless efforts at being deep, about my wits, and completely in control)
9. I’ve learned to appreciate the sunshine and beautiful weather through windows and walking between buildings. It is very much just as radiant in short glimpses and I always remember to take deep breaths, so that…
10. Moments later when I am nearly choking from fumes I can remember and enjoy the outdoors.

Bonus: Spackle. I never really knew the wonder of it. It’s basically like a wall in putty form. You just put it on the hole and smear it over so that it bulges over the hole. It settles and dries and then you sand it, paint it, and it’s back to being a solid wall. How crazy!

Okay, so maybe they aren’t truly funny, but I tried 🙂 and it gives a little picture of the paint crew here at Hope.

I can think of so many more for waitressing, but those will have to come later. I just worked five days straight at Ruby Tuesday’s, and I pack tomorrow for a very special conference. I would love your prayers over me as we are going to be doing some friendship evangelism and just hanging out with some wonderful people.

Blessings to you all!

Well, I caught myself today a few times – surprised at how things that grate on my nerves can result in bitterness, like the taste in your mouth when you wake up (ick).

My thoughts lately have literally been all over the place. A piece of my heart was in Iowa last night for Bethany Camp’s first fairwell potluck of the summer – where my bro is in charge. While they were celebrating a week of kids learning, growing and having great fun, I was applying for another (yes, another) waitressing job at a little place called ‘Til Midnight. I retreated to their Bakery/Deli after dropping off my application, immediately warming to the thought of hot coffee, open space, and my first date with my journal in a long time. This whole technologically controlled diary is a great idea, but there’s something about ‘penning’ my thoughts that’s more than justnm a romantic notion.

Last Sunday, I visited a new church called Harvest Christian Fellowship. I have been going to the same church for a couple years, but I haven’t felt like I’ve really spread roots (even though, oddly enough I am collecting the offering for the 10:30 service, where over 300 people attend). So, this E. Free church is in the next town over and refreshingly far enough from the monstrosities that are the churches I have found here. I have worked very hard to understand and enjoy that the body of Christ has a beautiful variety as far as churches go, but I also know that there is a place where each person fits. I filled out the guest info, met the pastor, and enjoyed the whole worship service, which was held in the area elementary school gym. I’m praying for God’s direction in this, because my heart is to grow in a local church and be able to share my gifts.

Maybe a random switch, but I’ve got to go with what I got:)…. The other day I was thinking about my funeral. Actually I think about my funeral quite often, the music, Scripture, and people. I mentioned this to the girls I work with on paint crew and they, too said they’d thought of this. I started to think: self, you aren’t nearly as odd as you pride yourself in being. Really, for all the crazy things I think of, deep or merely skimming the surface, there are so many others with the same ideas… and many more with better ideas, philosophies, and thoughts.

I don’t quite know where or how to continue. I have been blessed by memorizing some Scripture lately. One of my new favorites is 2 Corinthians 9:8, “God is able to make all grace abound, so that in all things and at all times, having everything you need, you will abound in every good work.”

I’ve tried to think and pray this short reminder that God’s grace sufficiently covers those annoyances, my bitterness, and my downer days. He is ALL of that AND He makes His grace available in ALL things and at ALL times so that nothing is lacking except my own will in doing good works. That is the only piece He hasn’t touched. And don’t we know that since our hearts are softened by His Spirit our good work are for and from Him?

I have felt the distance from my family lately. As well as my friends spread across the country in NY, IN, and IA. But I’m excited to see my mom, aunt Shirley, and grandparents soon.

Oh, one last tidbit… I have been studying up on Poland (and starting the countdown til August 2) and have found such interesting information. Most recently that the music of Chopin comes from the country. I can’t wait to see what else is in store 🙂 The phrases are coming along – my grandpa thinks I need to know things like “Where’s the bathroom” instead of “I love you,” which is the first phrase my friend taught me.
Tomorrow morning, my professor is having a garage sale and thought I could do a lemonade/bake sale to fund raise – so that’s where I’ll be until 11:30, where I discover the world of double shifts in the waitressing world. I’m already thinking of the sleep I’ll fall into after that’s all over.

P.S. the weather is absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful summer.

my newest thoughts on servanthood

Because we are called and made for relationships, we are not meant to serve alone. I think for many years, I have labored under the goal of independent accomplishment only to find that it produces frustration and dissension in the body of Christ. I can think of so many examples, but one comes to mind from a few years ago. I used to work at a dear camp outside a small town in Iowa. I loved the camp and the people and one particular night we had arranged a counselor reunion, where all the staff could get together and spend the night – bonfire, guitars, reminiscing, and everything campJ. I wanted everything to be perfect, so I remember shopping for peach packet ingredients (peaches, marshmallows, brown sugar). Well, instead of accepting help in preparing this camp specialty, I decided to make them all myself. I remember distinctly opening the cans as everyone else sat by the fire laughing and telling stories. I know I thought I was serving at the time, but I had refused at least two people in their offers to help. I really do enjoy making things for people, but sometimes my insistence on independence leads to resentment and pride (you know the kind, probably – a watered down martyr who accepts no help and then resents your fun). I’m really ashamed that I act this way, and that I over-analyze everything. I know that my attitude has just as much to do with my reflecting the Lord as my actual service. Man, I wish I could take back some of my arrogance and independence. This weekend Darwin (who led the retreat – SUCH an encouragement!), talked about independence being “just plain not helpful” in the mission field. There is no room for it and no need for it, he said. God has formed teams, communities, and the fellowship of believers for a purpose – to accomplish work for His kingdom and give Him great glory, not as a single unit where they could receive the praise, but as a body functioning in God’s will. Praise the Lord and amen for His grace when I force myself outside His will and I “serve” on my own. I think this summer is a perfect time to examine my heart.

Ruby Tuesday’s
I’m realizing the above more and more at Ruby’s. I am now not afraid to ask for help, but I struggle with over-working so that I can be most useful. I know this sounds like a good plan, but not if I am over-working on my own strength. I can refill the ice buckets, wipe down counters and tables, and help other servers. Sure, I can do all that, but if I am relying myself, I am missing God’s purpose for me there. Somehow, some way my co-workers need to see the light of the Lord reflected in my work, instead of my own stubborn work ethic. It is not me who gives the gift of helping, because that keeps attention focused on what I am doing. Instead, it is the gift of God’s Son that enables me to do anything good with pure intent.

I’m almost spent… one last thought and then some authors I want to read.

There’s a map on my wall next to my bed. It’s been there for about a week now and my fingers have traced the outlines of countries and continents across it’s ironically flat surface. I can’t help but wonder about the days when maps were still forming as men walked from city to city and chiseled out routes on the water. What must it have been like to add new territory and discover new regions? Instead of traveling with the purpose of trade or employment, most of our travels (from America, anyway) are trips of leisure to vacation spots, job-related, or favorite get-aways.

I guess that’s all – just my reflection on how things have changed. I’m struggling with my future right now, so everything comes out layered with questions. At the core I know what I am looking for is purpose. Not something spelled out in a book or accomplished with a degree. John Piper wrote a book called “Don’t Waste Your Life.” He used a quote from a picture in his office that said, “Only one life, ‘twill soon be past, only what’s done for Christ will last.” I suppose – no I know – that therein lies the answer. I believe it beneath all the layers, I do. I’m just wondering how He will use me.

last sidenote – I’ve been thinking randomly of some authors I’d like to read this summer:

Ralph Winter
Lisa Espinelli Chin
Let the Nations be Glad, John Piper
Life Together, Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Frank Peretti
Blaise Pascal
and..possibly something on the Azusa Street Revival