Friday, September 19, 2008

Pirates, Bible Study & Cold Feet

Avast, Mateys!  
Today is one of me favorite days...it's International Talk Like A Pirate Day.  (Don't believe me?  Check out www.talklikeapirate.com )  However, I for the sake of this blog I will keep my pirate talk down to a minimum.  

Kellye is outside of Moscow for a few days with the teachers from Hinkson during their annual staff retreat and that left the English Club teaching duties to me last night.  So guess what the theme for last night's lesson was?  You guessed it....pirates!  We watched a few sections from Muppet Treasure Island, learned some pirate vocabulary, and created a comic strip about pirate life.  But the best part of the day actually came this morning when I received an email from one of our students written entirely in pirate-speak.  Now, how cool is that??

Bible Study Update
In my last post I wrote about our attempt to move people from English Club to Bible study and I am pleased to report that we had one of our students show up the following Sunday.  He had never read the Bible before, so I gave him one (an NIV Study Bible that had been translated into Russian) and we started with the basics.  "The Bible is divided into two sections.  It contains 66 different books, etc."  After which, we started to read the Gospel of Mark together.  We have been reading a chapter a day and then discussing on Sundays.  And, last week the student who came brought his younger brother with him.  So, just like English Club we started with one person, then went to two.  And, in the near future, I am hoping that we will continue to expand and have more and more people coming to our home on Sunday's to study the Bible.  One of the things that we, as a team, have adopted as one of our core beliefs is that "The Word of God is the change agent in people's lives."  While I considered using some books, study guides and other tools, I have to believe that if we really put stock into this statement that spending time reading and talking about God's word with lost people will result in life-changing faith.  So, that is exactly what we are doing.  Is it church?  No.  But it is the first steps of exposing a group of people with no religious background and no knowledge of God's word toward finding out the special purpose God has for their lives.

Please continue to be in prayer for these two special men.  Pray that the Word of God will penetrate their hearts and minds and that the Holy Spirit will draw them to Himself.  Pray also for Kellye and I as we lead these discussions and teach.  Sometimes explaining Biblical concepts can be difficult enough in your own heart language, but even harder in a language that you are learning.  (Our lessons are a strange mixture of Russian and English and sometimes there is a dash of German thrown in.)  Pray also that as these men study that they will feel led to bring their friends with them so that we may study together.

Cold feet!
No, I am not nervous or scared.  My feet are quite literally cold!  The weather really took a turn last week and the temps dropped and the rain and wind moved in.  Everybody in the house got sick and Kellye and I are still coughing and have runny noses all day long.  (Nice visual, huh?)  Even though it is a little warmer this week (low 50s), this is still my least favorite time of year in Moscow.  Usually once the snow starts there is a strange sense of warmth about the snow, even when the wind is blowing.  Ugh, but the rain, now that is another story.  It seems that no matter what you wear you always feel cold and wet.  And on a related matter, I think I am going to write a book called "Moving to Moscow: What they don't tell you in the brochure."  One of the first chapters will be called "A thermostat?  What is that?"   If you didn't know before, now you will know that the heat inside all buildings  is controlled by the government and no matter what the weather is, it only operates from November 1 to March 1.  Not only does the government control the heat, they control the temperature, so you can usually count on the inside temperature being anywhere from 80-100 degrees.  I only wish I was exaggerating for effect.  Chapter two will be called "What do you mean I have to take a cold shower?"  Another quirk about living here is that  the government (remember the guys who control the heat?) also controls the hot water.  And, in the summer months they do maintenance on the city's hot water system.  So for around two weeks (if your are lucky) each summer there is no hot water available in your apartment.  Fortunately for us, our landlady installed a contact water heater for the shower, but that still does not help with things like washing clothes and dishes.

There are more chapters to the book (those of you who are hoping to visit or live here will have to stay tuned for more), but right now my feet are so cold I cannot remember what else I was gonna write about.

Next weekend is the big Cub Scout father/son camp-out, so my blog will be delayed by a few days, but I suspect that it will be chock-full of John-John stories.  Speaking of which, Long John Hooks (his pirate name) is waiting for the Captain to make his way to the galley and fix him some pizza and grog 'else I may have a mutiny on my hands and have to walk the plank!

Arrrrrrr!


Saturday, September 6, 2008

Spending the day with my Russian friends...

We were invited by a group of our English Club students (Jane and Dasha) to a picnic today and we could not pass up the opportunity.  It is always good to get these invitations because Russians are usually pretty guarded about inviting new people into their intimate circles, let alone foreigners.  So, even though Kellye and the girls had prior commitments John and I went out to enjoy what will probably be one of the last warm weekends we will see for the next six months or so.

Little did I know that Jane actually lives in a small city outside of Moscow that took us about 40 minutes on the Metro and another 30 minutes by bus to get to.  (Which makes me appreciate even more the fact that she comes to our home every Thursday night.)  And, after the two-mile hike into the woods after the bus ride I was more ready for a nap than for a picnic.  As you can imagine John was enjoying being in the woods and looking for and then talking to all of God's "little guys."

We joined the many others who had made the trek to the large lake in the woods that was surrounded on most sides by a sandy beach.  Frankly, it was hard to believe that we were as close as we were to a city of 15-million people because the setting was so quiet, beautiful and totally different to what we have become accustomed to in the city.  The men (John-John, Sergey, and myself) built a small fire so we could grill our meat while the girls spread out blankets and the rest of the spread.

They had asked me to bring some recreation stuff, so I grabbed John's frisbee and at the last minute decided to grab the football off my shelf.  When I unpacked my backpack and they saw the oblong ball they nearly went crazy.  It was the first time any of them had ever seen, let alone touched, an American football and they were dying to learn how to play.  Now, I don't know if you have ever tried to explain how to play football to someone who has no concept of the game.  But try then to explain it in another language...one that you have only scratched the surface in learning!  We had so much fun they have asked me to organize a football party for them in a park nearby our home.

On a more serious note, we have been working with these students, along with about 25 more, in English Club for the past six months.  During that time we have tried to live our faith out in front of them and be an "incarnational witness" for them.  This week we sent an email to each of them inviting them to join us for a Bible study in our home on Sunday afternoons, starting tomorrow.  We are praying that God's spirit will move in them and draw them to our home on Sundays to study more about what God might have for their lives and how they can join us on our journey of faith.  

On the walk back to the bus station, Sergey asked me about the invitation.  "It is something about the Bible, right?"  
"Well," I said.  "Our family studies the Bible every day."  
"Oh yes, I know that," he replied.
"So it is something that is important to us and we wanted to share it with our Russian friends," I said.

So, please start now to pray for Sergey, Jane, Dasha and the rest of our English Club students as they consider our invitation to join us to learn about what God is doing in their lives.  While we will be surprised to see any of them tomorrow we would be thrilled if any of them decide to come.  I do feel that God is moving in their lives and that we were prompted to make this invitation when we did.  So, we are excited to see what God is going to do in the lives of these young Russians.

Finally, it is time for Sooner Football, so this is were I wrap things up.  It was an interesting day and I believe that God is orchestrating these opportunities for us to live our faith out in front of folks who don't have any more of a concept that Jesus can be a real part of their lives than they do of how to play American football. Fortunately, I happen to have a copy of the rule book...for both! 

Blessings,
Marc

Feeling like I should blog...

This Morning...

It is Saturday morning and Kellye and the girls have gone to Mega to shop and pick up a few things.  John and I are hanging out at the house for a few hours before we join some of our Russian friends who have invited us to a picnic this afternoon.  We treasure these invitations because they are tangible signs that we are being accepted into their everyday lives.  I cannot tell you how much we have enjoyed working with these young people each week and how much their friendship keeps us going some weeks.

Now, I must admit that I have been feeling a little discouraged as of late.  The details are really not all that important.  However, when discouragements sets in it is a hard feeling to shake...even when you can see external signs that things are looking up or that your discouragement is not really rooted in reality.  So, as you pray for us this week, please pray that God would help me work through this season quickly and that discouragement will be replaced with enthusiasm for our lives here.

We Finally Made It...

For months I have praying for us to just hold on long enough for September 1st to get here.  Why September 1?  Because that was a couple of weeks after the start of school.  That was the date I was praying that our lives would feel just a little bit easier.  And, you know what?  It does.  Thanks to some very generous gifts from people back home we were able to enroll our kids at Hinkson Christian Academy and have our first semester paid for.  Kellye is also teaching a couple of classes there to help defray the costs.  Why has this been so imoortant?  Well, I think the biggest thing is that this school is where all of the missionary kids in Moscow attend.  So, to be a homeschooled kid many times means that you get left out...even if it is unintentional.  It also provides tremendous social opportunities for our children who have not grown up in a home school atmosphere or on the mission field.  So, to be honest, this has released our family from feeling like prisoners in our own home.  Sarah Beth is playing on the girls' soccer team, Hannah is taking piano lessons and John-John is getting involved in Cub Scouts.  And, Kellye is getting to exercise her gifts as a teacher and is starting to have a ministry at the school in addition to all that she does for our family and through English Club.  So, this is a time to give praises for the changes in our lives.  Does that mean that every day is a good one?  No.  But it was not at home either, right?  Thanks again to all the people that are helping make this possible.

Football and Feeling a Little, No...A Lot, Home Sick...

For those of you who read this and know me pretty well you know that on most occasions I am a pretty happy guy.  And not just happy, but joyful.  I love living in Moscow.  I love the big city, all the different things there are to do and see here, and even riding on the buses and metro.  But last Saturday I was swept by a wave of homesickness that was pretty hard to overcome.  As you know, I am a nut about college football. (BOOMER SOONER!!!)  And at home my day usually started early by making a pot of chili and then watching CollegeGameDay on ESPN followed by 12 hours of football games.  Last year I missed most of the college season.  On a few rare Saturdays we were able to watch a few games during our field training in Richmond, VA.  But once we got to the field I was limited to watching the little game-tracker graphic on my computer with no audio or video.  In December our family purchased a piece of technology that allows us to watch American television through the Internet on my computer.  So, we were able to watch the bowl games and enjoy those, despite yet another Fiesta Bowl Sooner loss.   So, I had spent month looking forward to last Saturday.  We were gonna put ESPN up on the computer and watch GameDay and all the games into the wee hours of the morning.  And, as the show started, I stood in the kitchen and wept like a little girl for what was only minutes, but felt like hours.  I was so overcome by homesickness.  Silly, isn't it?  I was doing exactly what I wanted to do.  It was not that I was accustomed to being AT the games, I was watching in the kitchen just like I always do.  But I was so homesick and lonely.  I eventually got over it and was able to watch and enjoy the games and plan to watch the Sooners tonight.  But, this one little thing reminded me how much my life has changed over the last year.  In most ways I would tell you that it has changed for the good.  But, man, when homesickness and discouragement come, they come heavy and hard.

FaceBook

This past month I became part of the FaceBook generation.  If you don't know what this is, you really should try it.  It is an Internet tool for networking with family and friends.  Well, in the past two weeks I have made contact with and become reacquainted with friends that I have not seen or talked with in 20+ years.  It really has been amazing and such a tremendous blessing to me.  So, to all of my FaceBook friends, thank you for encouraging me over these past two weeks and making me smile.

Well, I had planned to tell a few more stories and share more with you, but the time of the picnic has just been moved up by two hours and I have to get going.

Blessings,
Marc