85% alcoholism rate, broken homes, depression, orphans,
electricity but no heat, half hour pilgrimage for drinking water
from an artesian well, beautiful rolling green hills, coal mines,
and camp fires were some of things that characterized my month. I
stayed at a Christian summer camp out in a remote village area with
a Missionary from Louisiana. It is Spring here but still very cold
– it even snowed once.
Our focus this month was to help get the summer camp ready for
campers and to evangelize to the surrounding community. Most people
here are very resistant to the Gospel or any sort of religion
outside of their church background. Ukraine is a country of
division from government, language, ethnicity, social class, and
religion. For example, Baptist consider Presbyterians from the
devil and vice versa. Again I learned the importance of sowing
seeds this month.
One day I was witnessing at a hospital with Michelle and I met five
grandmothers in a room that a church elder had been visiting on a
weekly biases. Every one of them was excited to hear what I had to
say and wanted me to lay hands on them and pray for them. One of the
grandmothers said she was not a believer but said she would accept
Jesus if He would touch her in someway. We laid hands on her and
prayed that God would touch her soul right there. God did! She
accepted Jesus in her heart for the first time. You could she the
joy of the Lord had transformed her countenance after we prayed for
her. A week later I got a report that three of the grandmothers had
been healed through our prayers and were released from the hospital,
one of them was even suppose to have surgery on her nose!
However, when I went to a different room that the church elder
had not been visiting I met a lot of resistance from the patients.
They wanted to know what denomination I was from and how I crossed
my self (like how Catholics do). They definitely didn’t want me
to lay hands on them and they grudgingly allowed me to pray for
them.
I grew a deep appreciation for the long-term missionary here as
I learned that he usual only sees a handful of people come to the
lord each year in the villages. He has been in the Ukraine for four
years and has only begun to be recognized and respected by the
community.
                                                                            Me and my Ukrainian Friend
Right now I am in the Kiev train station on a layover to
Romania. It will be about a total of about 48 hours of travel. My
team is planning to partner with a YWAM and IHOP base in the north
of Romania doing coffee shop discussions with the youth.