The  gymnasium at Dugo Selo High School was packed out for the service last night, we were all exhausted for much  virtue was poured out.

Croatia is a country of over 87%  Catholic and groups like Kristafori are bringing their faith back in alignment with God.

The message from both Joanne and Linda was on unshakable faith , Hebrews 11:1 and on Acts 16:31, Is. 53:5, and 1 Peter 5:8-9.

Each of  us were used by God and with the assistance of Kristafori staff everyone received prayer. The musician’s anointing set the stage for the glory of God was all over them.

Our lines were long and yet the faithful people waited  patiently for prayer. Many just wanted prayer for direction for their ministry or to know how the Lord was going to use them. We prayed for the broken hearted, the sick and those wanting to be delivered of fear.

This is a big responsibility for the team to pray and humbly be an instrument of God.

At each session we are appointed an  interpreter and  catcher.

Pray for us today, we graduate to a  stadium.

They call themselves Kristofori, they are young and are making a mark in their country for Christ. As their guest we have been treated with a different level of hospitality, an indescribable love.

The musicians have recorded several CD’s and their voices command reverance to bring  down the  presence of  God. They are holy and operate in unity, they know their place in God and sing the entire time we are praying for the people. These prayer session can last more than two hours but the songs are as fresh as first one; praise and worship at its finest.

Danijel Katanovic is in charge of this fast growing movement that originally started with Josip Loncar who has moved to a bigger calling of God.

We followed the same  protocol as the previous nights with Joanne’s teaching on understanding your purpose and calling.

We sang and then prayed for everyone in the crowd, every single person came up for prayer. Magdalena, my interpreter and Darko were a great team. I counseled and prayed for everyone that the Lord sent my way.

It was midnight by the time we were urged to leave. We settled for a familiar dinner at McDonald’s but here the burgers Are tastier. The reason being is that this country is free of genetic altering. The watermelon that I had for breakfast had good old fashion seeds, the grapes are sweet and also have seeds. Oh what a  laborious task to remove the seeds but the flavor is much richer and  healthier for you. Most of the people we met have their own vegetable garden and our hotel serves only fresh picked goods.

The Crotians love the letters “K,” “J”and “H” and are over zealous with accents marks. The only names that I recall are short familiar ones like, Anna or Mimka or Milka other than that their names are way too long but have a beautiful sound. They are not part of the European Union yet, they have the kuna which yields 6 kuna to every dollar.

Voloder is a city not far Zagreb, about 45 minute drive.

St. Anthony church is rich in character with great  acoustics, the pews are covered with red velvet  cushions and the saints gather together to share the wall space.
The service started with the rosary followed by the all girls choir, so sweet the sound of these young ladies.Our team leader Linda, from Northern California preached before the Mass.

Linda’s message was on the spirit of fear, she sited Eph 6:10-12; 1 Cor 9:26; Luke 10:19. Fear is a spirit that once it gets ahold of your thoughts, it takes control, we have  authority to cast this down. Fear has many attachments and it will rob you of your peace and keep you in bondage

The Mass was packed, with standing room only, again the music set the tone for the service, festive yet soft and traditional. Father Nikola must have given a great homily because all eyes were  fixated  on him.

After Mass, just like the night before we pray for every person there. I was  privileged to pray for Sister Ivanka, a spirit filled nun.We were then treated to the most delicious dinner at the rectory with Father Nikola hosting. The breaking of bread did not disappoint. Father had shot glasses of a strong drink and for some reason unbeknown to me I drank one. The liquor passed through my body, alerting every area it encountered and settled in my belly like a hot ball of wax, a loud unladylike cough followed.

Father Nikola has a cat and just like my husband kiddingly wishes it dead.

It is now 3:00 AM , so good night or good morning.