A look back at the Czech....

Most of us woke up on the morning of September 26th trying to convince ourselves that we completely understood the trip we were about to take. With the exception of Zach, none of us had ever been across the pond to the Czech Republic before. A couple of us had only just learned that it was no longer called Czechoslovakia (which it hasn't been since 1992, so it's high time to know that everybody :).

We didn't know that what we were about to be immersed in was the kind of journey that would lift all clouds from our minds, justify all missteps along the road, and bring reconciliation to relationships which had become estranged along the way.

Our trip lasted a total of 51 days, 49 of which were spent inside of the Czech Republic. We knew 3 words of Czech, which were enough to communicate to Czechs that "We don't speak much Czech." We were told that we were traveling to 6 cities, to wake up at 530 so we could play at high schools 3 days a week, with a weekend concert at the end of it. We were provided with sound equipment, lighting equipment, and stage equipment, all carried in the back of a giant blue Peugeot eurovan, which we called the "gear van." Also we had one almost ancient light blue VW Eurovan with 7 seats which we called the "man van."

We played 7 shows, with great attendances up to 600, played at 21 or so high schools usually twice each, led 30 "cultural lessons" about life and culture in America, unpacked and repacked the gear van over 60 times, attended about 40 afternoon activities, played concerts with 2 Tensing Czech choirs (see photo), watched about 25 sunrises (which are absolutely gorgeous in Eastern Europe), met or played for or hung out with about 3300 kids, ate about 400 of these delcious buttery bread sticks that are great with meat and cheese or just plain, drove countless Kilometers, got pulled over by policemen holding lollipops at least once, rode exactly one office that is actually an elevator (think, Wonkavator), and did all we could to share the love of God at each moment of each day.

But back to the beginning: two days of meetings, greetings, and rehearsals after our arrival, 8 Americans (5 Dizmas plus Joey, Larry, and AJ Gib) and 5 Czechs (Daniel, Daniela, Milan, David, Mekke) embarked to only God knew what.

Please enjoy the photos and memoirs as you join us on this look back at the best tour Dizmas was ever a part of.



From Zachariah:

Dear Friends,
It is difficult to choose and share a particular story from our recent trip to Czech Republic when so many wonderful things occurred. To describe particular things God did in lives around us, much more our own lives, would take an eternity. I will however attempt to share what encouraged me most on our trip to Czech Republic.
Near the end of our trip to Eastern Europe I was told that many Czech youth see Christ as a glorified holiday character like, Santa Claus. Though, Jesus is acknowledged to be a religious figure in Czech Republic, his name is predominantly coupled with Christmas and is spoken most frequently during the exchanging of gifts on Christmas Eve. So, as you might imagine, the name Jesus wouldn’t find much relevance in the life of the Czech youth much less in the spiritual musings of a Czech’s mind.
As you can imagine, for dizmas to get up on stage in front of a culture that has never seen Jesus as Lord and proclaim that very truth was quite stretching. Essentially, in regards to their culture, we were declaring their version of Santa Claus to be humanity’s salvation. Imagine for yourself, some foreigner walking up to the pulpit at your local church proclaiming that you are a sinner, and that sin separates you from God (if you believe in God in the first place). Then, he proceeds to share the ridiculous idea that the old man, with flying reindeer, in flashy red pajamas, that you know as Santa Claus happens to be the savior of the world and all you have to do is confess your sins to him and believe in what he did for you and you will go to heaven. How crazy would that seem to you? Would it have any effect, or influence for that matter, on your life? Probably not, right? I mean, you might share it with your friends and make a joke of it later on but would you immediately find it to be true?
The thing that’s crazy is dizmas spent much of the fall sharing a message that must have seemed just as absurd to our audience in Czech Republic. Yet, we continuously saw the message of Christ infiltrate the hearts of a country. Night in and night out we saw lives being changed instantaneously as the truth was not only heard and vigorously investigated but also accepted by Czech’s half our age. It was miraculous! When you consider the culture and what we were proclaiming in it, the fact that people were even listening past our proclamation of Christ as Savior was beyond us.
Since our return, I have heard many reports of unbelieving students attending local churches and what’s more, Czech students are accepting Christ as their personal Lord and Savior. I must say, that God is moving in a tremendous way through Eastern Europe and it is proof that there is power in the name of Jesus. For as we know Jesus, unlike Santa Claus, is God and He is able to change the hearts of men.



Josh’s moment:

One of my favorite things about our trip to the Czech was seeing how he stretched each one of us as individuals. One of the most stretching moments for me took place in Havirov.
We had been working with choirs throughout the whole tour as part of the ministry. We would teach them a Dizmas song, and then a song that they knew by Linkin Park, and they would sometimes even sing these two songs with us live. We had split into two groups, because they needed us in two places at once. Zach went with the other group to represent the band, while the other four of us went to what we thought was a normal choir rehearsal.
We arrived to find that they wanted us to play a concert!? We didn’t have a lead singer! Before the trip, we probably would have just said no, and with good reason. But we talked it over, and decided to give it a shot. We played a few Dizmas tunes, and a few worship songs with me singing lead vocals. God taught me a new meaning of flexibility in ministry that day.



Jon:

The Czech Republic was really great. I went there to play shows and be willing to do anything else God wanted. The shows were amazing - some of the best I've ever been a part of! But by far, the thing I'll never forget about the Czech is the people and the friendships we made during our 7-week tour. I had a really great time talking with a new group of aspiring guitarists after every show. They were always nervous to approach me, but I was like, "Come on! Come up here on stage!" We would play around with all the different effect pedals and take pictures with all of the gear. Often, we weren't able to communicate with words because of the language barrier, but riffs were exchanged and friendships were started. I'm still e-mailing a few of them! I know all of the guys in the band found it a little humorous when people would treat us like rock stars. I mean, we had been living in a van for the past 4 or 5 years! Rock stars? No, no. Looking back at our trip, I'm encouraged that Christ calls us to a life of loving God and loving people and simply THAT. God's love is the reason we sing and the reason that we were even in the Czech. I quickly realized that I should just do my best to not get in the way of Christ, and I believe that had more of an impact than anything a "rock star" could do.
I saw how God had trained us over the past few years in humility and a heart for people. I believe God did with us exactly what He wanted, during this tour and during our career. So, praise Him. He is good. And our band motto still rings true, "If God can use us, He can use anyone."
- Jon




From the desk of Clay:

The first few weeks in the Czech were really hard for me. Being in a new culture, experiencing so much change, and not able to run to anything familiar was pretty shocking. One monday a few of us went to hike a nearby mountain called Pustevny. There were so many things running through my head, dealing with so many things at once, trying to find God in all of it. We continued to hike for about an hour, until we reached the end, which was a church. This church had been constructed over a hundred years before, and that had to be no easy task. We were at the top of a very high mountain, and this had been built before the advent of trucks, cranes, or any other type of machinery. This place had been constructed out of a place of reverence and respect for our creator, and from this place you could stand in awe of his creation. And at that moment i was reminded of how unfathomable the enormity of our father is, and that all of these things were minute in comparison. There is peace to be found in how small we are, and how infinitely huge God is.




And lastly,

When I would imagine what would happen over a long period of time on foreign soil in a different culture, I would picture a lot of fun, a lot of music, a lot of us Dizmases having moments of unspoken understanding, and accompanying those moments, unuttered laughter. I expected glamorous sights, fascinating sounds, and moments of inner peace and solitude. I did not, ever, expect that rifts that had existed between personalities for years would be mended.

For me this was the most surprising thing about the trip. Now you have to understand that when a number of different people work, eat, and live together for upwards of 80 percent of each year, there will undoubtedly arise things which separate individuals. To a degree, this is totally normal and maybe even healthy, but I learned in those years that these discrepancies, pet peeves, let's call them "potholes," left to themselves can very easily turn into trenches, and even into faultlines. To us Californians, that word is a very big deal. The two sides of the lines will press against each other, increasing pressure, and on a long enough timeline, they will collide violently, causing an earthquake. In the aftermath, both sides of the faultline are left marred and the destruction spreads across much larger areas than just that specific point.

So. It's kind of like that. Or at least it was.

How I saw God in the Czech Republic was through a few relatively brief, but gigantically important conversations between friends that play music together. When I went to Europe, I expected these previously mentioned lines to be deeper than ever, but something was different. Whether it was us feeling extremely useful in what we were doing- having a clear purpose to be a light to the darkness (The Czech Republic is about 94% atheistic), enjoying each day immensely from sunrise (literally) to about midnight, making many new friends and seeing a few good old ones, having amazing shows each week, or maybe it was the inner warmth of the Czech people. I have to say it must have been a combination of everything that led to this incredible healing of old wounds in each and every one of us.

I think everyone can feel me on this. Sometimes, you just end up looking people who are close to you in life for one reason or another and thinking. "man, they really, REALLY don't get it." By the end of the trip, I looked into the eyes of each guy and saw that they, too, truly felt that we had been a part of something incredible. Something 10 years in the making, but still once in a lifetime. And God was so there, and we all met Him there.

By the end, we all got it.

nick