And it came to pass, in the eighth year of the reign of the evil Bush the Younger (The Ignorant), when the whole land from the Arabian desert to the shores of the Great Lakes had been laid barren, that a Child appeared in the wilderness.
The Child was blessed in looks and intellect. Scion of a simple family, offspring of a miraculous union, grandson of a typical white person and an African peasant. And yea, as he grew, the Child walked in the path of righteousness, with only the occasional detour into the odd weed and a little blow.
When he was twelve years old, they found him in the temple in the City of Chicago, arguing the finer points of community organisation with the Prophet Jeremiah and the Elders. And the Elders were astonished at what they heard and said among themselves: “Verily, who is this Child that he opens our hearts and minds to the audacity of hope?”
In the great Battles of Caucus and Primary he smote the conniving Hillary, wife of the deposed King Bill the Priapic and their barbarian hordes of Working Class Whites.
A kindred spirit... a fellow nose wrinkler! Each day you could see Maxim relax and fit in with all the other kids singing and dancing on stage. He quickly became a favorite of each of the team members.
Near the end of our camp we found out that Maxim had lost both of his parents in a car accident in June '08 and is now living with his older sister. We spent a little time talking with his older sister today telling her that we wanted to stay in contact with Maxim and to help out financially as needed. She was grateful for our offer but said more than anything, Maxim needs emotional and moral support as he is having a hard time dealing with his parents being gone. She liked the idea of us hanging out and just developing more of a relationship with him. So we've set up our first hang out time for this Friday and plan to continue on a weekly basis. PLEASE pray for us to be consistent and diligent with Maxim. Pray that God would work through us somehow to minister to him and his siblings. We don't really know what we can offer or even what this will all entail but God has placed him on our hearts so we're just taking it one step at a time and letting him work the miracles. And speaking of miracles... pray that our Russian would miraculously improve so that we can really communicate with him and also his older sister and brother. I'm sure you'll be seeing more pictures of our new friend.
Here we go! Summer camps 2008 have started! There is no bigger joy than to see how the kids coming to us from internats and orphanages from all over Ukraine are getting re-born. Every single kid’s heart is being filled with God’s love which drives away the bitterness and grief of what they have experienced. Looking into their eyes you can see that their lives have not been easy
In ward 1 there was a teenage girl who has been living in an orphanage for several years. Her unusual name - Isolda - stressed her inborn beauty. Outwardly, she did not differ much from others in her ward. She was not very talkative and reacted harshly to the attention of the boys in that ward. After a while we became good friends with her. It was obvious that she got ready to connect: she would ask for advice, shared her personal girl’s concerns with us or would just sit with us. On one of the evenings Isolda shared her family story.
The girl was born in Volgograd, Russia. Her mother had just turned 19, she was not married. The young woman had to raise the child by herself, receiving no help from her family. When Isolda was 1, her mother went to work in a shoe shop. The baby would stay with neighbors. But this did not last long. The mother started drinking with new acquaintances - shop clients. Soon she abandoned her job and there began the tough life. As the mother saw the source of all her problems in the little pretty girl, she started taking out her anger on Isolda. She would not give her food for several days. Cruelty kept growing all the time with the girl being beaten often. The mother would drink alcohol all the time. The girl had to walk around the neighborhood to ask for food. Neighbors would call to the police but they did not deprive the mother of parental rights. Isolda's story got even worse as her mother started using drugs. Isolda would often find herself in the places where people were using drugs. She never attended kindergartens, never interacted with other kids. Instead she was surrounded by drug addicts. The mother would make her get money for buying drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. Isolda would often pick up glass bottles, she begged, she did everything so that her mother would not punish her. Isolda also shared that many times she saw her mother being raped. The girl experienced unspeakable horrors. Once she and her mother were almost buried alive; only a miracle saved them! Soon some relatives took Isolda to a town in Ukraine. But the girl spent a short time there and found herself in an orphanage where they taught her reading and writing at the age of 10. It is there that she found out that her mother went to jail for murdering her boyfriend. Isolda said that it should have been her instead of that guy because her mother tried to murder Isolda multiple times. “I always dreamt that she would call me 'honey' and that she would be my best friend forever”, Isolda said…
As we spent some time with Isolda we realized that she wants forgiveness, love and Jesus. God once said, - “Even if your mother abandons you and everybody abandons you. I shall not abandon you”. Bible lessons, bedtime stories, interaction with Christians started changing the girl, she started being re-born by hearing the Word of God and seeing people's concern and care of her. For the first time she was reflecting upon the fact that she truly wants forgiveness. The bleeding soul wounds like hers cannot be healed right away, but the process is on-going. Pray for her. We seem to be the first ones to encourage and support this cute teenager in seeking God through our prayers. Jesus opens doors for those seeking and thirsty.
Cam is becoming a beach bum...
What I used to think
- ► 2009 (151)
- They're still here....
- Great political satire
- Summer Interns
- Crimean Plagues
- LOtD - Jake
- Say hello to our little friend
- I wish you could have all been here...
- Why we're really here
- Livin' the beach life
- LotD - Stacey in Louisville
- Camp 3 is going to rock
- Bringing the pain with Camp 3
- Interesting Bible verse
- Cam on the Innermet
- Camp 3 team is here
- Crazy days
- Goodbye Mr Jim
- LotD - Paul Dunberg's shirt
- The kid is a riot
- Victory over terror
- Moments of the surreal
- Answer to photo riddle
- You make the call...
- Comments from the most unexpected sources
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