Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Mentoring Program For Ukrainian Orphans
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Kyiv Days
Friday, May 27, 2011
Young Family Club Update
Monday, May 16, 2011
Seeds
I named this blog "Seeds" because after many years living here, I have realized that the most I can do in people's lives is push a seed in their ground and let God do the work of growing it. If there's a little green sprout in the garden bed, I can water it or work the weeds out from around it. I can nurture the plant until it grows up and has fruit of it's own to share with others. I can't force it to grow or create the energy it needs. Chemicals might speed things up but in the end, might not be the best thing for either the plant or the person who eventually eats the fruit they bear.
This is a biblical concept that is easy for a farmer to understand but sometimes it is hard for those of us who are, uh, city folk.
My grandfather (see photo) was born in Iowa and grew up working on a farm. He knew a thing or two about a lot of stuff that could be useful to the small time gardner working on their city sized plots of land.
He was an auto mechanic and in the yard next to where he worked, he grew tomatoes. I would visit him and often found him in the yard with a paint brush tending his tomatoes. The first time I found him with his paint brush in hand, I asked him, "What cha doing?"
"I'm pollinating my tomato plants," he said with a grin. He took the tiny paint brush and went from flower to flower (Okay, it's supposed to be called something else but I majorly FAILED botany. Like I said, I'm a city girl, big time.) gently brushing each plant.
He explained that this is the job of the birds and the bees but he wants to make extra sure that each plant is tended to and no future tomato bud misses it's chance to get pollinated in the whirlwind of nature.
I remember thinking that was kind of cool. He understood the concept of nurturing and not forcing something to grow. Something we all need to do as we minister to others if we want them to grow and bear the best kind of fruit, (or vegetable) that will bless and help others.
He sure was proud of his tomatoes. He would bring them home and proudly place them on the table for us to admire. Unfortunately, I had been told I was allergic to tomatoes so I never did taste any. I regret that. I'm sure they were heavenly.
"But the one who received the seed that fell on good soil is the man who hears the word and understands it. He produces a crop, yielding a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown."......Matthew 13:23
Saturday, May 14, 2011
I Like To Take Photos
Monday, May 9, 2011
Victory Day
If you have ever wondered what it was like for an Ukrainian civilian in World War II then this is the book to read. Germany invaded and occupied all of Ukraine during the war and Ukrainians who did not retreat to Russia were suspect and considered traitors. Ukrainians suffered horribly. Most women were rounded up and taken to work camps or suffered the worse fate of a concentration camp.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Why I Do What I Do
This photo is of a young man in his twenties named Dennis. I met Dennis in a park where he was sitting on a bench asking for money. I bought him four large buns, a liter of water and gave him 20 hrivnyas. I then sat down to talk to him. I could tell that I had overwhelmed him. I felt that he needed someone to treat him more like a human being and spend some time talking to him than to just keep going on my way. He was very personable, smart and even funny. I found out that Dennis has been living on the street for some time and wants to get off the streets. I asked him if he had been to one of the homeless shelters in Kyiv and he said that he had but he didn’t like them. He told me that the centers feed people but that’s about all they do. He didn’t like the atmosphere and he doesn’t want to be treated like a street person, he wants help and to be shown how to get off the streets. He said that he doesn’t need to be fed; he knows how to find food on the streets. I asked Dennis if he knew Jesus and he said yes. I asked him if he prayed and he said, “Everyday.” I told him about myself and promised to pray for him daily and that we would agree that God would show him a way to leave his life on the streets. He was very gracious and allowed me to take a photo of him. I told him that I would tell others about him and ask them to pray for him as well.
Sometimes people ask me why I want to do ministry in
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