John had invited Melvine and me to the European Missionaries Retreat in Madrid, Spain. I was the speaker, and Melvine spoke to the wives. I know she sang several times. And I was available to do personal counseling to those who wished it. The retreat was to refreshing and beautiful. The sight was a beautiful hotel and resort center in El Escorial (Spanish pronunciation: [el eskoˈɾi̯al]), about 45 kilometres (28 miles) northwest of the capital, Madrid, in Spain.
Following the retreat, Melvine and I flew to Milano to change airplains and then fly to Cologne/Bonn West Germany. God showed us favor and we were bumped up or elevated to first class. While in the airport a black lady from Tunisia spoke to me in French asking me what the time was--Quelle heure est-il?
I had taken two years of French at Furman University and knew exactly what she asked. For the life of me, I had lost just about all the French I had learned. I was able to tell her the time, however. I immediately saw she needed healing in her feet as she communicated her need, and I wanted to tell her about Jesus and that He could and would heal her. I had to draw pictures, but I did get the message across to her. She was a Muslim for whom Jesus died. I will never forget her. God helped me to make room for her in my life at that moment.
We spent several days with the Gentilinis in Cologne. Mark and Jeanie McClung were new missionaries there too.
I have lost contact with Don and Rose Gentilini. I would like to reconnect with them and get caught up on what God is doing in their lives. The last time I saw Rose was when I returned from Oradeo, Romania with a group of pastors and laymen who had preached crusades and planted churches. Rose escorted us to one of the finest shopping malls in Budapest and to a fabulous Hungarian restaurant. They served the best Hungarian Goulash I have ever had.
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