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Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Sunday I Fly
Not all too long ago a former student asked me if I was
still planning to go to Russia someday.I can see us standing there beneath the waning summer sky.
“Oh, no, I mean, I would if God asked, but I’m sure there is
no way.”I answered much the same as I
had answered all the other faithful friends when they inquired.
Whether my heart wished or my mind dreamed or my God
planned, it all fell out the same.Stars
flew gently by and one day became another and then I was called.Not by God, but by a friend who, I am sure,
is called by God.
“I have a proposition for you.Would you be willing to teach in Moscow?”
I didn’t even hesitate.Not for a moment. My voice
activated without any thought to reason.“Yes, I am interested.Let’s do
this.Let’s tell them I will come as
long as the Lord opens the doors, I will walk through them.”
Practically speaking, there were many doors to open and walk
through.Permissions to be granted,
support to be provided, a Letter of Invitation, a contract, a job waiting my
return, a car, a house, a foster kid, a Little, a visa…. I stacked them all up
in front of God almost daring Him to close the doors.
Instead, one by one He opened them.You can think what you will.I watched them open. I viewed them through my
doubt and self-perceptions.I saw what
God did.Now, standing on the other side
of Jordan, I feel like the children of Israel.I want to dance and shout and fall to the ground in worship.But I’m too amazed.I keep saying how surreal it all is.Totally, completely surreal.
There is more to the story, but I won’t bore you with the
details.Suffice to say there are no
more doors to be opened. On Sunday I’m
going to board a plane which will take me from Minneapolis to New York City to
Moscow.By this time next week, I will
be sleeping in a strange bed, in a new place, with two roommates in a storied,
I am going to be teaching before I get another legal
assistant paycheck.I am going to be
eating pelmeni and borscht and drinking Russian tea.I’ll use the dormant language hiding in my
I’m going to Russia.There
are so many who believed when I didn’t.So many who reminded me when I forgot.So many who prayed when my words rang hollow.
I have so much thanks to give.To those who support me and pray for me and
encourage me and give to me and bless me.You are going, too.Watch the
blog for updates here and there.
It’s really going to happen.
going to Russia.
No good-byes.Only see
ya in the summer!
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