Being broken Part 5 Laszlo, the transvestite

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Already from childhood thought of himself that he is actually a girl. Many times in secret she took up her mother’s dresses. In this case, with an imagined microphone he was imitating celebrities. He learned the artistic level of makeup, temptation to lying. Thus, he was soon swallowed up by the night life. How often he was insulted, tortured from childhood and present, I can not even tell you. Neither you, nor I would not bear it. He regularly made shows in gay bars. Some of these bars I went also, so we met several times. I do not think I knew where I was actually. But even to the end of the world would have gone after them, because I followed the Good Shepherd, who, if a lamb wander away,  leaves the other hundred, and then will go after the wandered sheep until that one understands that He loves  him the way he is. The change of the heart is then worked out by the Shepherd, it is not the sheep’s job. It's just his job to accept the Father's love.

Being broken Part 4

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This vision I am writing now has greatly contributed to further work of mine.

One day, walking in front of the school I saw a guy walk a beautiful German shepherd dog. I have never seen such an intelligent animal. His eyes sparkled as he looked at me. I thought he will speak like Balaam's donkey in the Bible. (Just to let you know, I have serious phobia from dogs because of a wild pit bull). David, the owner, listened my testimony just out of his good manner, as I learned later.
I invited him to church, but he had zero intention to come. But that “someone up there” was very interested of their fate, because at other times he could not avoid us, we kept on meet on the streets! They lived in the neighboring building. So I visited them. By the skin of his teeth he gave in and came to church.

Being broken Part 3

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For I am Christian, I kept it my duty to visit them, but I could not transgress their free volition. I remember when I first went to the hospital. The fear made my legs to tremble.

Until then, there was no problem: we were talking in the McDonald's or down at the streets. But to be there with them in the hospital, that was different.
What I really dread was the sight of one dying. I remember, as I approached the hospital, so did I ran out of power. By the time I got there, my legs were as stain.
I've tried all sorts of things to figure out, reasons to turn back, but my legs did not obey me. I was crying of fear.

My tears were flowing and I was ashamed. I was alone, but I had to go. Suddenly, I looked up at the sky, and like a giant bird, God was revealed in my mind, and said: do not be afraid! I watch over this place. Go ahead! They are important to me!

Being Broken Part 2

Many people told me that I'm not normal, because of my work. But I knew that in the eyes of sender, the Lord Jesus they were the most important in the world. For such moments worth living. Many Christian missionary receives the call and goes. Many of them got imprisoned, killed, get their bodies buried.

In Asia, Africa, believers are tortured to death. In Africa some got nailed on the walls of the church. But we are going, because the Lord's love compels us. Our life has a purpose. To know the Lord Jesus Christ, and to tell the people that there is forgiveness for their sins. There is a God, who is ready to deliver of the one who cries out for him from any difficulty. There is a chance for repenters to get to heaven. Yes, sometimes we are afraid, but we go further, because it's worth it. Many say: it is sacrifice, but this is not the case. The One who was the Sacrifice shed his blood on the cross, for our eternal freedom. I think it's more of an honor, a wonderful privilege.

I know it's easier to hold your head up. I did it also. For it has responsibility to get in contact with someone else.  Many cases we have to give or time, sometimes we devote our money too. But it's worth it because there is no greater joy than when you see lives changed. Sometimes even in the last minute.

Being Broken Part 1

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In 1991, the National Institutes of Health launched an AIDS prevention program. Some of my friends and me have subscribed. We were proud that we performed for the first time in the country AIDS prevention education, as street social work. It was not known much about the AIDS at that time Hungary. It was a very delicate matter. I have read some of the books from which it became clear what I got into. I knew, if I want to do my job well, knowledge and experience will be plenty of need. Thanks to the Institute we got high quality education and had field works for practise. Meanwhile, I completed a course in AIDS-Care later, two professional schools, and more trainings - hospice nurse, councelor, and much more, because I wanted to help very much.