Concert, Classroom, Workplace: a Gospel Opportunity


It’s December 1st and in the music classroom at the International Christian School of Budapest, we are in full on practice mode for our upcoming Christmas Program, “One Bethlehem Night”. So much so that I find it very hard to get the songs out of my head! We are presenting the Christmas story in song and word, and this morning as I was working on some of the details I was reminded of the great opportunity I have as a teacher to remind both students and their families of the great and wonderful gift that we were given. Jesus, our hope and our salvation, the greatest gift from a loving Father who sent His Son to heal a broken world.

As a teacher, I have a captive audience in every class. Some of my students know Jesus and are following Him with all their hearts. And some of them, although they may have heard the Gospel message many times, have not yet placed their trust in Him. A Gospel Opportunity, it’s right in front of me and yet many days go by when I am distracted by the routine of class, life, lessons, that it’s often a missed opportunity. And you? God has uniquely placed you somewhere in the world where there are people who need to hear the Good News too!

As the Christmas season approaches, I know there will be many opportunities for ALL of us to share the hope that lies within us. My prayer is that whether it’s in class, at a concert or at our workplace, that we will make the most of every opportunity we have to share Jesus with those who have yet to believe. What greater gift can we give?

– Posted by Jodi, a disciple-maker and member of the ReachBudapest team who teaches elementary music at the International Christian School of Budapest. Interested in joining our team? Visit our opportunities page.

Night of Choirs

night-of-choirsSaturday was a big day for music in Budapest. A church that I’ve attended several times hosted a choir performance in a couple of main squares around their building as an opportunity to get to know their new neighborhood. A large annual music festival, Ez Az A Nap took place in a sport arena in the city, gathering a couple thousand people to worship together. Surely there were other performances at churches and auditoriums around the city.

I, however, attended a different kind of musical event – with very little prior knowledge about what I was getting myself into – but I had a connection and a VIP wristband, so there I went. When my friend Karol and I first arrived, I thought, “Oh, this is so cute.” Groups performing in squares and courtyards with fun decorations and signs to point you to the next venue. I quickly realized I had underestimated what a big production this would be. 20 venues, 50 choirs, and altogether around “500 voices united in song.”

The idea came from some members of one of the participating choirs four years ago – with a goal to popularize community singing – and it apparently resonated with many people as around 2,500 people gathered together last night to take part.

Walking from one fantastic performance to the next, I had an opportunity to chat with a friend (who happened to be the main organizer of the event) and she told me more about the thought behind it. She talked about how Hungary is a signing nation – in the shower or in the car – and how it’s a shame that there isn’t more public singing, even on the tram. She talked about vulnerability and the honor it is to stand next to someone with an open heart, allowing them to hear you sing and in return celebrating the voice of the person next to you as well.

I was reflecting on her comments as I sang with hundreds of other people in a shared church service in the park this morning and realized that, without this opportunity to weekly sing in community with others there would be a big hole in my life. I felt so thankful for that outlet and thankful that the creators of this event are offering this opportunity for those who don’t have that privilege to take part in the joy of singing together, even for a night.

All who remained until the 11pm finish gathered together in one area and sang a special song written just for this evening. Here is a loose translation of this hauntingly beautiful song:

The sun has set.
The silence has come.
A haunting breeze amidst the clouds,
The moonlight treads contemplatively;
The silence has come.
A haunting breeze amidst the clouds,
The moonlight treads contemplatively,
As if over the ruins of fantasy, fantasy;
As if over the ruins of fantasy, contemplatively.

(Csemiczky Miklós – rough, unchecked translation by me for informational purposes – original text found here.)

— Posted by Cassidy (photo: Kovács Márton)

Top Headlines of 2015


Interested in what made news this year in Budapest? On December 13, 2015, the Budapest Times presented “in one concise package the year’s most fascinating stories, whether they be economic, political, cultural, sporting or among the hundreds of other happenings that went on every day.” (read the entire article)

Of course, this is the opinion of only one news outlet. In a year in which members of the international press spent months in our city, it seems as if some of the most newsworthy events of the year may have been overlooked.

(photo credit: Rebecca Harms)

Áldott Karácsonyt! Blessed Christmas!


Refugee Christmas Party at Bicske

The ReachBudapest team is blessed to work together with a group of local ministry partners in Budapest to serve regularly at the Hungarian Immigration Office’s refugee camp in Bicske, just a handful of kilometers north of Budapest. On December 21, we participated in a Christmas party for the approximately 250 men, women, and children who are living in Bicske while they are awaiting the approval of their paperwork to settle permanently in Budapest.

In addition to singing, food, and a presentation of the Christmas story, individual food packages were distributed to each individual and family living in the camp. Here are some pictures of the day:

The Guest Apartment at the KMK is piled high with canned food, dry goods, and personal hygiene items, in preparation for assembly into packages. Much of the food was donated to the Eastern Europe Mission by a Swiss charity.


Along with a bunch of our friends from across Budapest, the ReachBudapest team was responsible for assembling the 250 food packages, and preparing them for distribution.

After transporting them to the party location at the Refugee Camp in Bicske, the food packages are ready for distribution at the conclusion of the party.


We’ve been out going door-to-door inviting people to the party, and as the program begins, the room is filling up!


Nearly all the 250 residents of the Bicske camp came to the Dining Hall for the party. The current residents of the camp come from all across Africa, the Middle East, and Cuba.


We’ve dusted off the “flannel graph” as Father Christmas helps tell the Christmas Story. Simultaneous translation is begin done by a Hungarian woman into Farsi and an Egyptian woman into Arabic.


Some Afghani guys provide a little entertainment after the program, as we’re enjoying our food and drinks.


Here’s an evidence of what a unique place Bicske is — Mohammed from Somalia is dancing with little Cynthia from Cuba.


Donning his stylish red bathrobe, our dear friend István distributes the gifts dressed as Télapó (Father Christmas).

Before loading up into our vans to leave Bicske for the night, the group of volunteers from all over Hungary and from around the world stood in a circle, shared stories of testimony, sang a Christmas song of worship, and prayed that those who live at Bicske might this year truly experience Immanuel – God With Us, and that the peace that only the Prince of Peace can bring would rule and reign over Bicske.

A Personal Reflection on the Refugee Crisis


Today a friend and I started our day by heading to Nyugati Pályaudvár, (or Western Railway Station) in Budapest to get a first-hand look at the “transit zone” that was established there for immigrants, refugees, and asylum seekers.

“Transit Zones” have been set up in several of the large railway stations in Budapest to receive those who are arriving from outside Hungary’s borders and are “in transit” to another European destination. People wait at the transit zone until they receive the official papers and gather the funds necessary to buy the train tickets to continue on their way, usually to Western Europe. A civil service organization called Migration Aid, made up entirely of volunteers, provides food, shoes and clothing, clean water, medical attention, mobile toilet and bathing facilities, charging locations for mobile phones, and basic information to the men, women, and children staying in the Transit Zone.   

We got off the metro, and before heading above ground, made our way to a supermarket below street level to pick up a few food supplies to bring to the Migration Aid collection center, for distribution throughout the day. We purchased the items we selected from the list of needs Migration Aid posted this morning on facebook, and after paying for several pounds of cheese and about 50 granola bars, made our way above ground to locate the Transit Zone. 

Exiting the metro escalator, we had encountered one of the iconic landmarks of Budapest. Nyugati Pályaudvar, built by Gustave Eiffel and Company in 1877, is one of the architectural gems of the city. Bounded on one side by the upscale West End Shopping Center and Hilton Hotel, and on the other side by the elegant and modern Eiffel Tower office building, Nyugati is on the “must see” list of most visitors to Budapest. 

My friend and I wondered where, in this picture-postcard setting, we would find the Transit Zone. We wandered past pedestrians on the street, passing by well-dressed shoppers making their way to the  boutique shops, by travelers leaving the train station, and by business people exiting the nearby coffeeshop, until the sight of makeshift tents, shelters, and clotheslines in the distance caught our eyes. The dichotomy was striking. It was the collision of two different words. 

Having been at Nyugati countless times in the six years I’ve lived in Budapest, I’ve never once imagined that I would see and experience what I did today in the Transit Zone. In what could best be described as nothing more than a desolate railway wayside area, hundreds of people are living, sleeping in tents and under tarps, on mattresses (if they are so fortunate) made of a single sheet of PVC flooring foam underlayment, using portable toilets, drinking water from a hydrant, and bathing in mobile showers using soap distributed by Migration Aid volunteers in paper cups. Police officers stand nearby, providing an ominous presence intended to encourage peaceful behavior. The police presence is no surprise – recent riots in other transit zones in Budapest give evidence to the need for a peace-keeping presence. 

Those living in the Transit Zone, mostly from Syria, Afghanistan, and Pakistan, are doing their best to endure the nearly 100° heat while waiting for the next distribution of food — hoping that there will be enough food that they will be able to eat today. A few young men are playing ball, several children are drawing and coloring with supplies provided by Migration Aid, but mostly, people are doing absolutely nothing. They are waiting, enduring, merely existing. 

With more than a small degree of embarrassment, we carried our measly bag of cheese and granola bars to a volunteer who accepted it with a wide smile and overflowing gratitude. This is perhaps the same volunteer, who several hours later, may have to share the sad news to the gathered crowd that there isn’t enough food for everyone to eat today. If only we had brought more than one bag.

After dropping off our groceries, we fell in with a group of young men who were standing in a circle and playing volleyball. My friend asked if we could join in, and the guys gladly expanded the circle and gestured to us exactly where they wanted us to stand. The honor they showed to us, by making sure we were served the ball more than anyone else, was just one of the deeply moving moments of the morning. Who were we, that we should be shown such honor? 

Our game of volleyball was broken up by a group of policemen who accompanied a small crew of street sweepers. They told us we needed to clear the area so that it could be cleaned. My friend and I noted that the “street cleaning” took less than 30 seconds, and seemed to be more than anything else an intentional display of power, leaving no doubt that the local authorities were ultimately in control of the Transit Zone. 

After the volleyball game broke up, my friend and I began to talk with one of the young men who spoke English. 16-year old Mohammed told us that he and his family left Afghanistan when their home was destroyed by a suicide bomber. Although they weren’t certain what motivated the bomber, it was the last straw for the family and they made the decision to leave their homeland. They hope to reach Germany, where some of their family members immigrated some 20 years ago. 

Arriving in on the European continent in Greece (we forgot to ask how they got from Afghanistan to Greece), Mohammed and his family traveled by train through Macedonia and by taxi through Serbia. When they reached the Hungarian border, they encountered the recently constructed razor wire fence.

Mohammed was wounded by that razor wire in more than one way. He showed us the injuries on his hands which he acquired while climbing over the fence, but those wounds are healing, thanks in no small part to the first aid provided by the Migration Aid volunteers. But his heart was wounded in a way that hasn’t healed yet, because it was at the Hungary/Serbian border that Mohammed was separated from his father, mother, and siblings. He hopes that they will be reunited in Budapest, and he told us that every time a train arrives from the migrant camp in Debrecen (where the rest of his family is located), he stands on the platform, hoping for a happy reunion. 

The promise of food distribution brought our conversation with Mohammed to an end, so my friend and I continued on our way, trying to process all that we were experiencing. Eventually our wanderings took us into the train arrivals hall, where we noticed that a train from Debrecen had just entered the station.

As passengers disembarked the train and the platform filled, we saw Mohammed standing at the end of the platform, anxiously looking for his parents and siblings. Moments later, just Mohammed, my friend, and I were left on the platform. Yet again Mohammed’s parents didn’t arrive. 

I put my arm around the courageous 16-year old and told him I was sorry that his parents weren’t on that train. He bravely said that it wasn’t a problem, and that he had hope they would be on the train scheduled to arrive several hours later. He showed us on his hand, alongside the freshly healing wounds from the razor-wire fence, the phone number he had written in fading ball-point pen. It’s a number he can call and perhaps talk with his father. Whenever he has access to a telephone.

The immigration issue in Hungary and across Europe is complex. This wave of refugees has enormous implications for a country like Hungary, already riddled with problems of its own.

We’re concerned about the response of the state. We’re concerned about the response of the people. We’re concerned about the response of the church. We’re concerned about our own response, too.

But we can’t deny that the situation exists. That Mohammed and thousands of others are on our doorsteps. And that as followers of Jesus, we must do something. If you are here with us in Budapest, please pray about what God would have to be your part, and do it! If you are reading this from some other corner of the world, pray that the church in this city would rise up and meet these challenges with with Christ-honoring, compassionate obedience.

“But when the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit upon his glorious throne. All the nations will be gathered in his presence, and he will separate the people as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats.  He will place the sheep at his right hand and the goats at his left.

“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the creation of the world.  For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home.  I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’

“Then these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink?  Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing?   When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’

“And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’ Matthew 25:31-40 (NLT)

posted by Mark Revell

Latest Horror in Immigrant Issue


One of the latest tragedies in Europe’s immigration crisis was discovered on August 27, 2015, in Parndorf, Austria, a village just across the Hungarian border , located between Budapest and Vienna. The decomposing bodies of up to 70 immigrants were found inside a freight truck registered to a Romanian citizen and a resident of the Hungarian city of Kecskemét. Read the entire story, as reported in the Washington Post.

Please pray for the ReachBudapest team as we seek to discover how to best engage this critical situation. We are exploring opportunities for cooperation with several secular and ministry organizations.


Hungary's Immigrant Tsunami


Since the beginning of 2015, Hungary has registered 120,000 migrants, mostly from Afghanistan, Syria, and Iraq, as asylum seekers. The flood of immigrants intro Hungary across the Serbian border is a controversial issue that has sparked a fierce debate in all corners of society and across the entire political spectrum. Train stations, underpasses, and city parks have become temporary homes for many of these migrants, including young children. As the debate rages on not only in Hungary but across Europe, the undeniable reality is that the immigrants are here on our doorstep. The Wall Street Journal provides this report on how the country is responding.

On a Multicultural Society

As many cities across Europe are become more and more ethnically diverse, the Prime Minister of Hungary says he will do everything to spare Hungary from ethnic diversity, reported on June 3, 2015.


"We don’t want to rid of anyone who live with us, only we don’t want to let others in," Orbán explained.

"Hungary’s size and geographical position makes us especially vulnerable. If we make even a single mistake in relation to immigration, if we lose the harmony of the heart and mind even for a single moment then changes will occur here that cannot be repaired later on," Orbán said.

"Multiculturalism means the mixture of different civilizations. A multinational country is a whole different thing. Hungary’s roots and cultural background is multinational, but that does not equal multiculturalism. Multiculturalism is the coexistence of people with different civilization backgrounds, of the Islam, of Asian religions and of Christianity. We will do everything to spare Hungary from that," Orbán said.

"We welcome non-Christian investors, artists, and scientists, but we do not want to mix with them on a mass scale."

Read the rest of the Prime Minister's comments here.

Áldott, békes karácsonyi kívánunk!