Passion. For work. For life. For love.
That is what I have been learning this past week.
We have been very busy! Earlier this week we went into high schools to help English classes with conversational English. We got to teach them fun games and promote the upcoming English Camp for later this summer. It was so wonderful to have fun and meet the different students. It was such a fun and awesome reminder that kids are the same everywhere. They all want to laugh, have fun, and have friendships. Another reminder that we are all people, just in different places.
Later this week we had an amazing opportunity. We were able to serve alongside some fellow believers for street evangelism. This was one of the most humbling, yet amazing, experiences I’ve ever had. A youth group from another Polish town came to help the church we are with by performing surveys and asking others about his or her faith. This idea is not new to me as I have participated many times in similar activities. However, I have never been on the receiving end of a mission trip. It was so wonderful to have them come here to help us. Even then, I couldn’t be much help with the groups I was with, because I cannot speak Polish. And most interesting, I could not find anyone who spoke English enough to ask the questions. So after a few times of trying and failing, I took that as a sign that I just needed to pray. I needed to encourage the youth in what they were doing, and pray for them as they engaged others. I was able to pray for a few of the people who answered the survey, but they really had no idea what I was saying. Such a beautiful picture of the body of Christ. How we are from all different places, ages, and walks of life, and still have a passion for one thing. For sharing who He is with everyone we know.
Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace. There is one body and one Spirit… -Ephesians 4:2-4a
I feel like this sums up most of my time here thus far. I feel like a child. Helpless and overwhelmed. Unable to understand what others are saying. Unable to buy what I want, or even find a restroom without help. It is not only humbling to be illiterate, but also to learn how to pray. To be completely removed from any other activity and learn how to pray effectively, and with a purpose. To have a “Posture of Prayer”. This sounds simple, but it’s something I have needed to learn how to do. So I am learning. And it makes a difference. Not to mention that when I DO order things on my own, or walk into the ladies (not the men’s) restroom, it is such an awesome experience. Celebrate the small victories. (Like buying Kawa and lody in Polish.)
Much love. Much grace.