
Sljeme is Zagreb’s mountain, it sits just north of the city line. Last Sunday, we all came dressed to the morning service in our hiking clothes and after a great time of fellowship in the word we set off for the trails. Several of our Croatian disciples joined us for the three hour climb. Hiking is an ideal way to get to know people and listen to their stories, time is in abundance. One young man, Boris, led us on the excursion which he had done many times before. He found it humorous to remind us at the most inconvenient moments, “We are almost one-tenth of the way there.” Along the way we passed some concrete bunkers with firing cavities and hidden entrances, reminders of the wars here not so long ago. It is something that often comes up in conversation on the streets, a bitterness many people hold in their heart towards neighboring countries and political leaders. I am often thankful that I never knew such a way of life, but also I know that there is no better place to pour out the love of God. After a great while, we came to clearing with steep cliffs off the right side and a beautiful view. Across the divide I saw what appeared to be a different mountain peak with a radio tower and I said, “Maybe we can hike that next week.” Boris laughed and said, “That’s Sljeme.”
I couldn’t believe my eyes, we had been hiking for two hours and the peak looked about a three days journey away. Nevertheless, we made it and enjoyed the rewarding view.
Night was creeping upon us so a few of us decided to take the cable car down and dangle mercilessly from a wire some ninety feet off the ground in a four-man carriage, rattling and creaking all the way to the bottom, it was awesome. After our Sunday morning service this week we went to Park Maksimir for some soccer and badminton. While we were having fun one man Danjiel, who accepted Christ several weeks ago, asked about the process of becoming a pastor, God is drawing people out and calling them to Himself. It is a wonder to behold.
Its about time that we show you are picture of our apartment building. The Armans live on the bottom level, the landlord reserves the middle for himself when he is not in Germany, and the upper level is ours. A display of roses great us each morning as we open the door and prepare for a new day. The street is very quiet and just a few minutes walk from the nearest tram stop. Tomas and Eva Bulicek found the apartments when they first arrived from the Czech Republic, a manager at McDonalds directed them to it. When they moved out to a different apt. in the spring, we spoke to the landlord and he held it for us until September, an answer to prayer. 
I mentioned in a previous post about Friday, our “family day”. These are some recent pictures from our visit to the Zagreb Zoo. Mom snapped a picture as Camden and I watched a Zebra break for lunch, Camden enjoyed pointing at all the animals.
I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind when she saw the hippopotamus, the bear, the jaguar, and the seal. I would add monkey to the list but I knew exactly what she was thinking during that exhibit. She was sitting on my shoulders bouncing up and down, slapping my head, saying, “ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh…” It was loud enough for passer bys to stop and get a good laugh, I think someone took a picture, even the monkeys seemed to be watching the whole scene.
Yes that is a Lion, and yes that is a chain-link fence. I was thinking the same thing. Overall, Susana and I had a lot of fun at the Zoo, I think Camden felt the same way.
We are having a wonderful time as a small family on the missionfield, trusting God with our calendar… it can be done! Things are happening, October is here, Bible School has begun, the air is cooler, and God is still on the Throne. We are daily on the streets speaking with people, meeting together, listening to messages from Baltimore, praying for the impossible, casting lipas into the treasury, bringing our loaves to the Master and watching him multiply them, casting our nets into the deep, and allowing him to make us fishers of men.




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Thanks again for keeping us close I found myself scrolling your picture larger and saying hi, to you. I guess I really miss you it's ok. God has taught me how to share my treasures. Mom T.
Pastors-sure I'm weak,but I.m not letting it control me. We should never leave the impression that no one has the right to disagree. We are not pastors to have everything perfect. Don't be so delicate that people can't speak to you, when you invest in peoples lives because of love you'll reap loves fruit- but if you invest because of your position, you'll get no place. Quotes from Bible School 1976-79 from my little black book. Dad tang
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The Old Cross and the New By A. W. Tozer
All unannounced and mostly undetected, there has come in modern times a new cross into popular evangelical circles. It is like the old cross, but different. The likenesses are superficial; the differences, fundamental. From this new cross has sprung a new philosophy of the Christian life, and from that new philosophy has come a new evangelical technique–a new type of meeting and a new kind of preaching. This new evangelism employs the same language as the old, but its content is not the same and its emphasis not as before. The old cross would have no truck with the world. For Adam’s proud flesh it meant the end of the journey. The new cross is not opposed to the human race. Rather, it is a friendly pal and, if understood aright, it is the source of oceans of good, clean fun and innocent enjoyment. It lets Adam live without interference. His life motivation is unchanged. He still lives for his own pleasure, only now he takes delight in singing choruses and watching religious movies instead of singing bawdy songs and drinking hard liquor. The accent is still on enjoyment, though the fun is now on a higher plane morally if not intellectually. The new cross encourages a new and entirely different evangelistic approach. The evangelist does not demand abnegation of the old life before a new life can be received. He preaches not contrasts but similarities. He seeks to key into public interest by showing that Christianity makes no unpleasant demands. Rather, it offers the same thing the world does, only on a higher level. Whatever the sin-mad world happens to be clamoring after at the moment is cleverly shown to be the very thing the gospel offers, only the religious product is better. The new cross does not slay the sinner, it redirects him. It gears him into a cleaner and jollier way of living and saves his self-respect. To the self-assertive it says, “Come and assert yourself for Christ.” To the egotist it says, “Come and do your boasting in the Lord.” To the thrill-seeker it says, “Come and enjoy the thrill of Christian fellowship.” The Christian message is slanted in the direction of the current vogue in order to make it acceptable to the public. The philosophy back of this kind of thing may seem sincere, but its sincerity does not save it from being false. It is false because it is blind. It misses completely the whole meaning of the cross. The old cross is a symbol of death. It stands for the abrupt, violent end of a human being. The man in Roman times who took up his cross and started down the road had already said good-by to his friends. He was not coming back. He was going out to have it ended. The cross made no compromise, modified nothing, spared nothing. It slew all of the man, completely and for good. It did not try to keep on good terms with its victim. It struck cruel and hard, and when it had finished its work, the man was no more. The race of Adam is under a death sentence. There is no commutation and no escape. God cannot approve any of the fruits of sin, however innocent they may appear to the eyes of men. God salvages the individual by liquidating him and then raising him again to newness of life. That evangelism which draws friendly parallels between the ways of God and the ways of men is false to the Bible and cruel to the souls of its hearers. The faith of Christ does not parallel the world, it intersects it. In coming to Christ we do not bring our old life up onto a higher plane–we leave it at the cross. The corn of wheat must fall into the ground and die. We who preach the gospel must not think of ourselves as public relations agents sent to establish good will between Christ and the world. We must not imagine ourselves commissioned to make Christ acceptable to big business, the press, the world of sports, or modern education. We are not diplomats but prophets, and our message is not a compromise but an ultimatum. God offers life, but not an improved old life. The life He offers is life out of death. It stands always on the far side of the cross. Whoever would possess it must pass under the rod. He must repudiate himself and concur in God’s just sentence against him. What does this mean to the individual, the condemned man who would find life in Christ Jesus? How can this theology be translated into life? Simply, he must repent and believe. He must forsake his sins and then go on to forsake himself. Let him cover nothing, defend nothing, excuse nothing. Let him not seek to make terms with God, but let him bow his head before the stroke of God’s stern displeasure and acknowledge himself worthy to die. Having done this, let him gaze with simple trust upon the risen Saviour, and from Him will come life and rebirth and cleansing and power. The cross that ended the earthly life of Jesus now puts an end to the sinner, and the power that raised Christ from the dead now raises him to a new life along with Christ. To any who may object to this or count it merely a narrow and private view of truth, let me say God has set His hallmark of approval upon this message from Paul’s day to the present. Whether stated in these exact words or not, this has been the content of all preaching that has brought life and power to the world through the centuries. The reformers, the revivalists have put their emphasis here, and signs and wonders and mighty operations of the Holy Ghost gave witness to God’s approval. Dare we, the heirs of such a legacy of power, tamper with the truth? Dare we with our stubby pencils erase the lines of the blueprint or alter the pattern shown us? God forbid. Let us preach the old cross and we will know the old power.
Love you!
Jen
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whas happening in croatia.
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Hey you guys! Great Blog Ben! We just went to the GGWO marriage conference in Gettysburg,PA. Very nice time, went pretty smooth. Just one night, but it will be even better next time. They want to have 2 a year. There was alot of couples there, about 200 people. I've been sick for a week, but feel better finally.
I'm enjoying working with Dad. Pete Ellis has been working with us 2 to 3 days a week. He's doing a good job, mostly painting and helping me with sheetrock and floors. He'll probably help me all this week while Dad's in Maine.
I'll write again soon. We opened a blog mostly so we could make comments on yours, but perhaps we'll start keeping it up, buying a laptop soon.
Susanna, Ben And littl' Cammie :)
I miss u all so much. your pics are in my house and i think about u all the time. Glad to hear things are well. Great writing on the blog Benjammin! We gotta freestyle next time i see u!! :) YOu're good at it. well keep in touch and thanks for calling. I love u!! Big kisses to camden and make sure u talk to her about me!
Love
kelly
Hi Ben,Susanna,and Camden,
It's Wonderful to read your updates,and to see your pictures.God keeps blessing
Collington Square,We where able to start
College classes again 4 weeks ago.Pastor
Bill Canon is doing it,and there is always a good report.About a month ago
when we where on out reach
Janet from England, and I met a young man
on Hoffman,his name is Ronnie Yar.He came to church last Sunday and really loved it.He's going to the college class this Thursday night,and wants very much to go to Bible College.John David,Henry,Sammy,Leonard,Carol,and Shewanda all say Hi,and send their Love.Thats all for now.
Love Pastor Norton
benjamin is slackin'
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