Returned last night from our Turkish Camp Meeting in Romania. I took a load of believers up on Friday night, for a three day meeting. There were over 100 Turks in attendance, with a little more than half from Bulgaria. Every service was blessed. Friday night Bro. Ralph preached. Saturday morning the Romanian Turkish pastors preached and testified, while the Bulgarian Turkish Pastors took their turn during the afternoon service. By the evening service Saturday night, souls who had come empty were hungry for God, and he spread a table for everyone present. It was the best service I've been in since coming to the field, and one of the very best I've ever been blessed to be in anywhere. Sunday morning the preaching, singing, and testifying were all with strained voice, everyone having exhausted their's praising God the night before. At one point mid someone elses testimony, and man jumped up, begged the forgiveness of the man testifying, but said he had to testify before his heart burst out of his chest. When the floor was opened for other testimonies, people were climbing over one another to be the first one up to tell what God had done for them. That one service was worth everything it costs to be a missionary. I thank God for allowing me to be a small part of it.