Posts Tagged ‘Eastern Europe’

When the Day Doesn’t Go As Planned

Wednesday, August 24th, 2011

Today hasn’t gone as I’d planned. It’s mid-afternoon, and I haven’t even started my to-do list. What’s with that?

Learning to kiss my to-do list goodbye...

Maybe the day’s unexpected phone calls and emails are the result of routinely inviting God to take charge of my schedule. For example, I thought I’d finish preparations for an upcoming women’s retreat and then write my September newsletter. Instead, I ended up meeting a senior couple for coffee and a discussion about missions in Eastern Europe. I also enjoyed phone conversations with two women who are in the midst of major transitions. Interestingly, both of these gals are online friends with whom I’ve had no personal contact until now.  Their faith in the face of the unknown inspired and blessed me.

The clock refuses to stand still, and my to-do list refuses to go away. Rather, it grows by the hour. I could stress, but where’s the benefit in that? I think I’ll choose to trust God instead—to believe that He has His own ideas about what my to-do list should look like. When I invite Him into my day, He’ll enable me to accomplish what needs to be done and give me the grace to let go of what remains.

Job got it right when he said, “For the life of every living thing is in his hand, and the breath of every human being” (Job 12:10). My day is in God’s hands, and I’m learning to be still and rest in that truth.

How about you, my friend? How has your day been so far? What lesson have you been learning?

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How Do You Stay Healthy?

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

Yesterday I felt as though I’d been hit by a semi-truck. Is jetlag lingering longer than usual, I wondered? Nah, it couldn’t be. I’m sleeping well at night now, so there’s no obvious reason for feeling so wrung out. What’s going on? I continued my mental scour, searching for a reason to explain my lethargy. And then it hit me: Consider the past six weeks and their accumulative effect on the body.

When we go on extended missions trips, we sleep in a dozen or more different beds. We rise early to attend staff prayer meetings or to catch trains to the next destination. We fall into bed late because of crazy-busy schedules.  Every hour between rising and sleeping is spent trying to communicate with people who speak a different language or ensuring that all is well with our programs and the people involved.

Mealtimes are sketchy at best when we travel by train or bus. We also routinely eat different foods than we’re accustomed to. Personally, I don’t eat a lot of wheat products because my body can’t digest them properly. Potatoes are a no-no, too, as are tomatoes. All of these are staples in Eastern Europe, so I either try to avoid them or look for alternatives. When that’s not possible, I eat knowing that I’ll take a hit eventually.

Regular exercise routines are practically non-existent due to time restraints and cultural sensitivities. Granted, we’re constantly walking stairs, but that’s not the same as a good ol’ workout in the gym.

Lack of proper rest, diet, and exercise for an extended period have left me feeling stiff and achy this week, and so I’m doing something about it. I’m ensuring a good sleep at night, eliminating foods that cause me discomfort, and returning to the gym for my early morning exercises. I know these activities will benefit my body and boost my energy levels.

This morning I read 1 Corinthians 6:13-20—“(Our bodies) were made for the Lord, and the Lord cares about our bodies…Honor God with your body.” These verses challenged me to treat my body with respect. After all, if God cares about my physical health, I should, too.

Thankfully our overseas travels last only a few weeks at a time. Even though it’s difficult, I must do my best to care for myself there. When I’m home, I have more control and consistency. It’s my “revamp” time to get my body back on track in an attempt to safeguard my health.

How about you? What challenges do you face in regards to honoring your body? Do you have a regular exercise routine? Special dietary needs? We’d love to hear how you stay healthy.

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My Impossible Situation

Friday, March 11th, 2011

It began in January 2007 with an early morning phone call. The caller was a close friend, one of our former pastors. “Do you still sense that God has something new for you in ministry?” he asked.

“Yes,” my husband answered. (We’d sensed a change coming for two years already but had committed to waiting for clear direction from God before stepping out on our own).

“Then you might be interested in what I have to say,” our friend said. He explained that a U.S. based ministry called International Messengers wanted to expand into Canada and needed a director. “The job description fits you and Grace,” he said. “May I give IM your names?” And so began our adventure into the realm of the impossible.

As dialogue began with IM, we asked ourselves questions such as, “Will this ministry come with an income, or will we have to continue living on faith support? Where should we set up our headquarters? Will we find a house within our price range? What will become of our youngest daughter if she chooses not to move with us? What if we try to mobilize Canadian believers to get involved in short term missions but no one buys into it? What if we’re too old to handle the overseas travel well? What if we’re not really cut out for this? We’ve never ministered in Eastern Europe; what if we step out in faith and fall flat on our faces?”

Our questions focused on three areas—manpower, know-how, and finances. These were justifiable concerns, and I believe we were wise to ask them. However, we couldn’t allow the lack of obvious answers to hinder us from doing what God was telling us to do. The foremost question we had to ask was, “Is God speaking?” We believed the answer was yes, and that meant trusting Him for the details.

Was that easy? Heavens, no. We prayed a lot, asking God to provide for those three areas of need, and He answered. He showed us where to move and provided us with a townhouse in our price range. When our daughter decided to stay put rather than move with us, He taught me to trust her well-being to His care. He’s continually given us the energy needed for overseas travel and ministry. He’s provided financial support, and He’s drawn enthusiastic volunteers to fill our short term ministry needs each summer.

The first summer we had 14 Canadian volunteers work in Poland and Slovakia. The next summer, 19 volunteers went to three countries—Poland, Romania, and the Ukraine. And last summer, we grew to 34 volunteers who worked in four countries—Poland, Romania, the Ukraine, and Slovakia. Then our church offered us an office rent-free, which enabled us to move the IM Canada office out of our basement. To top it off, the Lord provided us with an administrative assistant.

Summer 2011 -- with team members and Polish friends

Four years ago at this time, we were asking all the questions I listed above. If we’d allowed fear to reign and said no to God’s call because it appeared impossible, we would have missed this opportunity to experience Him in new ways. Saying yes, however, meant tackling the impossible in His strength.

How about you? How has God enabled you to tackle an impossible situation?

Train to Poland — Part 2

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

This is our eighth trip to Eastern Europe since 2008 and, apart from gasping at near head-on collisions, I’ve never felt afraid. Until today, that is.

Passengers come and go on these trains. For several miles, two men in their 60s sat on the bench across from us. Theirs was an animated conversation until one turned his attention to me and began jabbering in Polish. His eyebrows shot up when I told him that I couldn’t understand because I spoke only English. He moved closer, grabbed my hand and kissed it.

I was okay with this display of Polish culture but squirmed inside when he began to squeeze my hand and pat my arm with his other hand. Then he leaned toward my face. All of this happened within a few seconds. A teenage boy in the next seat began translating what the man was saying, at which time Gene stood up and asked the man to back off.

The man responded by speaking louder and squeezing tighter. Gene repeated his request. The man turned up his volume and now leaned towards my husband. Visions of his punching Gene popped into my head. I shot up an arrow prayer for help.

At that exact moment, the conductor stepped into our train car. Understand that conductors routinely walk through the cars to ensure that all passengers have purchased tickets and aren’t freeloading. This conductor hadn’t set foot in this car for the past hour despite the train making numerous stops and collecting passengers along the way. His sudden appearance at that exact moment was nothing short of an immediate answer to prayer.

Without speaking a word, the conductor sized up the situation and took control. He pulled the man away from me and kicked him off the train when it stopped a few moments later. Everyone in the car heaved a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry,” said the conductor as he walked way.

“No problem,” I said, whispering a big thank-you to God under my breath. He showed up as my protector in the form of a train conductor – how awesome is that? While it was quite amazing to see Him answer prayer so quickly, I truly hope He won’t have to do it again!

Misperceptions of Other People

Friday, January 29th, 2010

Have you ever had a wrong perception of someone? I have. A couple of years ago while speaking at a woman’s event in Eastern Europe, I met an elderly woman who struck me as being aloof. My impression wasn’t favorable, and to my fault, I made no effort to get to know her.

Halfway through the weekend, one of the attendees asked me to join her and the senior lady for tea. I obliged. To my amazement, the elderly lady opened up and began sharing stories from her past. She’d survived years in a concentration camp! She told of hiding pages of the Bible in the barracks where she lived as a teenager, and of coming to know Christ as her Savior in that prison.

I listened, captured by her clarity and depth, and sorry for the way I’d misjudged her. My perception was completely wrong, based on nothing more than an initial impression.

Joseph’s brothers were guilty of doing something similar. When their father died, they expected the worst from Joseph. Genesis 50 says they became fearful: “Now Joseph will show his anger and pay us back for all the wrong we did to him,” they said (v. 15).

In reality, Joseph had shown only kindness to them and their families. He’d provided food and resettled them in a place of abundance. He’d given no reason for them to think he’d seek revenge, but their imaginations told them otherwise. Their perception of Joseph was all wrong, based on their own guilt for betraying him years prior.

The human nature is complicated, isn’t it? We form opinions about other people based on false impressions. We judge their character based on wrong information. We mistakenly presume based on our own issues. When we do such things, we lose out.

Thankfully my experience with the Eastern European lady taught me a valuable lesson, and I have a hunch that Joseph’s brothers learned a thing or two when he proved their fears unfounded. My desire is to see people as God sees them, not as through my defective lens. I want to think the best rather than assume the worst. By God’s grace, He’ll enable me to do that so I don’t miss out on the blessing that comes from building relationships with others.

Have you ever formed a wrong opinion of someone? If so, how was that opinion proved wrong?

Women

Monday, July 13th, 2009

Women are a fascinating study. Last week, while riding the city train in London, I sat opposite a lady covered in black. Even her hands were gloved. The only exposed part of her body were her eyes. I would have loved to have had the opportunity to ask her about her life – childhood, career, marriage and family, traditions, hopes and dreams. What lay in the heart and mind of this sister behind the black veil?

In Eastern Europe I see women clothed in black, too. These are senior villagers – stooped, wrinkled, and worn.

A senior Romanian lady with whom I did a craft. Isn't she a sweetie?

A senior Romanian lady with whom I did a craft. Isn't she a sweetie?

In Communist days no one wanted to draw attention to themselves, and these women behave the same way today, avoiding eye contact with others when walking down the street. What atrocities have they endured? And how do they survive on a daily basis when they have next to nothing to eat and often no electricity or indoor plumbing? In stark contrast, young women in the same countries are attending college and preparing for a career. Wearing skin-tight jeans or flowing skirts and stylish high heels, they strut down cobblestone streets while chatting on their cell phones.

Scripture talks about a woman named Sheerah. We don’t know what she looked like, but we know what she did. “Ephraim had a daughter named Sheerah. She built the towns of Lower and Upper Beth-horon and Uzzen-sheerah” (1 Chronicles 7:24). I’m in the back of a van riding through Hungary as I write this, so I don’t have study materials at my fingertips to explore this more. However, based on what we know about the culture of that day, Sheerah must have been an extraordinary woman, a leader, a motivator. She had a vision and knew how to fulfill it. She was a team player, able to work with others to accomplish a purpose. What a gal! I wonder how others accepted her and her giftedness. No doubt some followed her leadership; others probably tsk-tsked and criticized her efforts and passion.

Yes, women make for an interesting study. Some are ruled by fear and anxiety. Others rise to seize challenges before them. Some are overcomers – they have to be because they live in abuse or poverty worse than anyone can imagine. Some are creative geniuses. Others are gifted teachers, administrators, caregivers, nurturers, behind-the-scenes servants, artisans.

The differences are many, but they all share one common factor: God loves them and has gifted them to fulfill His purpose for their lives. How exciting is that? May we rise to the call even if means swimming upstream sometimes. And may we be faithful to help those younger, those coming behind us to do the same.

One of my favorite photos from our trip to India.

One of my favorite photos from our trip to India.

Journal Entry for April 3-5

Friday, April 10th, 2009

Friday morning marked the beginning of our annual staff conference. What a treat to see our International Messenger family gather from Poland, Romania, Czech Republic, Ukraine, and Slovakia! Couples, singles, families – more than 100 folks showed up to encourage and be encouraged.

Each day we enjoyed two worship services. The music – led by a band of five young men – moved my heart to focus on Jesus Christ. And seeing these musicians – an American fellow who came to Poland especially to serve the missionaries in this way for the weekend, three IM teenagers, and a Romanian fellow who’s interning with IM in Ukraine (whose smile lit up the room as he sang and played the keyboard) – thrilled me beyond words. These fellows represent the next generation of spiritual leaders. God bless them as they use their gifts for Him here, and as they begin stepping forward to pursue career ministry in Eastern Europe.

One song contained a phrase that has taken on new meaning for me: “You are the Lord, the famous one, the famous one. Great is Your name in all the earth.” Indeed, my role as writer, speaker, and missionary, is to help make Jesus famous throughout the earth. The instant my attention or motives point toward me rather than Jesus, the ministry loses focus and effectiveness.

The daily messages reinforced the lessons I’ve been learning lately and also gave me new material to think about. I think my favorite was the one about Christ’s humility as illustrated in Philippians 2. Imagine – Jesus Christ existed in the form of God but didn’t regard equality with God a thing to be grasped. Instead, He emptied Himself and became a servant, even to the point of death on a cross. That thought boggles my mind. It’s the opposite of what society teaches – to stand up for our rights and demand what we deserve. Where is that attitude condoned in God’s Word? Nowhere, I’m afraid. Rather, as Christ’s followers, we’re to empty ourselves and serve others sacrificially.

At the end of the last session, silence fell across the room – a holy, awe-inspired quiet. God’s presence felt tangible, and no one dared move or speak for what seemed forever. Then one person prayed. A second person followed, and then a third. Someone led in a worship song, and then another. Words cannot justly describe the reverence in that place. Oh, I long for my brothers and sisters in Christ to experience the same in North America. Sadly, I think we’re too often controlled by the clock, or by fear of what might happen if we let the Holy Spirit take over our meetings. “God, bring revival to our hearts!”

The music and messages filled my spiritual tank, and fellowship with other IM women filled my emotional tank. I was blessed to have the opportunity to speak at a special session just for them. I based my message on Hebrews 12:12,13 which refer to taking a new grip with tired hands and strengthening shaky legs so those behind us who are weak and lame will not stumble and fall but be strengthened. Darlis Anderson then gave each woman a bookmark with the theme verse, and a package of Mary Kay skin products donated by a generous friend in the U.S.

These missionary gals are truly amazing. Some are North Americans who have been in Eastern Europe for many years. They’ve borne their children there and are fluent in the language, well-adapted to the challenges of cross-cultural living. Others are North American empty-nesters who have recently sold their possessions, said goodbye to kids and grandkids, and followed God’s call to pursue career ministry here. We have single gals of all ages – early 20s through 70s. Several IMers are North Americans married to Eastern European men. And about half are Eastern Europeans, born and raised here. What a glorious mix! Together, we’re sisters in Christ, and we have much to learn from each other.

Journal Entry for Tuesday, March 24

Thursday, March 26th, 2009
Kosice, here we come!

Kosice, here we come!

Somewhere in Poland, taken from the train window. Brrr! It was cold outside!

Somewhere in Poland, taken from the train window. Brrr! It was cold outside!

Riding the trains in Eastern Europe is an adventure. Here are a couple of things we’ve encountered:

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Eastern Europe Adventure Begins

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009
Sweet dreams in the Vienna airport

Sweet dreams in the Vienna airport

Journal entry for Tuesday, February 3, 2009

After catching a couple hours of sleep last night, we boarded a flight from Vancouver to Toronto to Vienna (for yet another infamous 5-hour layover), and finally to Kosice, Slovakia. I must have been more tired than I realized in Vienna, for I stretched out on a padded bench in a public waiting room and promptly fell asleep for an hour. That’s the first time in my life I’ve slept in transit!

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