Posts Tagged ‘Gorzow’

Next Stop — Peronin

Wednesday, March 17th, 2010

Dawn breaks as we clickety-clack from Gorzow to Warsaw. Our train slows to a stop in a station labeled “Krzyz.” The engine’s rumble competes with a voice over a loudspeaker saying something I can’t understand. Hopefully the announcement isn’t something like, “There’s been a last-minute schedule change. All passengers bound for Warsaw must disembark and wait for the next train.”

We got an early start today. Czarek fetched us at 4:00 A.M. and delivered us to the Gorzow station for our trip. Ice glazed the city sidewalks and roads, courtesy of the multiple-personality weather pattern this week. Frigid temperatures don’t slow people here. The majority don’t own cars, so they either walk to work or catch a bus or tram. This morning I saw two motorcyclists brave the road conditions and sub-zero weather. Now that’s dedication!

Our time in Gorzow was well spent, it seems. We taught workshops for 10 hours on Saturday and Sunday, and two more on Monday. I particularly enjoyed the last group. Seven people showed up. They entered the church 

Gorzow Baptist church, pastors and families, Gene

 carrying the smell of cigarette smoke and a lot of emotional baggage. They came only because their social workers told them they must, and they looked like scared rabbits. But their wary expression didn’t last long; a smile and a handshake warm the heart in any language.

These men and women struggle with life. Alcoholism and abuse taint their past and strip their present of hope. Parenting skills lack and dysfunction rules. One couple, for example, grandparent a 12-year-old boy who raped an 8-year-old girl last summer. That’s only one example of the needs represented by these people to whom Czarek and Ewa minister. What a joy it was to weave in the message of God’s unconditional love as revealed in the story of the prodigal son. They listened intently. One woman smiled and nodded.

Teaching these parenting workshops in Gorzow has served three purposes:

  • We’ve shared Biblical truths to a secular audience, showing how God’s Word is relevant to everyday life and whetting appetites to know more.
  • We’ve built bridges between our coworkers and their community’s social services department. This will open more doors for future ministry among university students training for social work and among families and individuals whose lives border on disaster.
  • We’ve raised awareness of July’s evangelistic family camp. Several individuals eagerly took brochures. Our prayer is that they will come (fear of the unknown is often a deterrent) and respond to the Gospel. Many times, attendees say camp is the only place they feel unconditionally loved and accepted.

And now we’re on to the next stop – Peronin. Our annual staff conference takes place here this weekend. Approximately 140 missionaries from Romania, Hungary, Slovakia, Poland, the Ukraine, and the Czech Republic will come seeking rest, solid Bible teaching, and fellowship with others of like mind. But first, married couples who wish to do so will participate in a FamilyLife marriage conference from Wednesday thru Friday.

Marriage can be challenging in itself. Add the pressures of career ministry and cross-cultural living, and the joy between husband and wife can quickly drain dry. And so, IM wants to encourage its married couples to focus on their relationships and keep their love alive. To do so, Gene and I will co-teach the workshops with Neal and June Black – he’s Canada’s acting director for FamilyLife (Power to Change). They’re also longtime personal friends and members of our personal support team. Sharing this ministry opportunity with them will be great fun.

So…leg #2 – here we come!

Gorzow

Friday, March 12th, 2010

From Clear Lake, Iowa to Gorzow, Poland took 26 hours. Uneventful it was – and that’s a good thing for air travel. Our bags arrived with us, and that’s always a good thing, too. For the next six days, we’ll stay in an apartment shared by two young women we know from our evangelistic summer family camps in Poland. I feel like we’ve returned to close friends. These women and the others we know from camp have a special place in our hearts.

The first night is our best after a long trip – physical exhaustion makes it impossible to stay awake even if we try. I slept on a sponge mattress on the living room floor and Gene took the single futon. At 2:00 A.M. however, I was wide awake. My brain swirled with busy thoughts, my feet were freezing cold, and my hips ached. After only three hours of sleep, I knew that I’d never survive teaching for four hours on Thursday if I didn’t get more rest. So, I pulled a pair of socks on and swallowed two melatonin tablets. That did the trick. Didn’t hear another sound until 6:30.

Work began at 10:00 A.M. About 50 university students and one of their teachers filled the pews of a small Baptist church, and we had four hours to teach parenting workshops to them. This was the first time inside a church for some and the experience may have felt a little intimidating. If so, their fear didn’t last too long. We broke for pretzels and cookies, tea (herbata) and coffee (kava) between the second and third sessions, and they enjoyed visiting with each other and us. When the fourth session ended, two girls who’d left early suddenly returned with long-stemmed white roses for me, Gene, and our translator. And then came the traditional Polish kisses on each cheek.  

We spent the rest of the afternoon with Czarek and Ewa,

Our dear friends and coworkers, Czarek and Ewa

the Polish pastor and his wife with whom we’re partnering for this trip and with whom we host the summer family camps. They’ve become dear friends. Looks like their 11-year-old son has decided I might be an okay friend, too. He speaks only Polish; I speak only English, but we’re learning to communicate through pantomines. To top it off, he invited me into his world by asking me to watch him play Star Wars on the computer for a half hour.

We walked back to our apartment from Czarek’s suite as darkness fell. Cobblestone sidewalks all the way. It was brrrrr…..cold outside. No snow, but biting wind. Halfway home we ducked into a pizza restaurant to thaw out with a hot drink and a bite to eat. The menus were in Polish and the waitress couldn’t speak a word of English. And so…I pointed at a salad picture and nodded my head. And then I pointed at the soup items (zupy) and asked, “Good?” She smiled and nodded. I hadn’t a clue what I ordered.

We laughed about our lives as we waited for our food to come. We’re walking in a strange city, ordering unknown items in a restaurant where no one speaks our language, teaching parenting classes based on Biblical principles to secular university students and the social services department in the former Communist bloc. Never in a million years would we have imagined we’d be doing this. What a ride when God takes the wheel.

Friday morning will come early. I have a broken molar, so I’ll visit a dentist at 8:00 A.M. before we teach social workers for four hours. After supper, we get to meet with a youth group — the teens that Czarek and Ewa minister to through the year. Most are from at-risk families. We know some from the summer family camps, too. It’ll be like seeing our own kids!