Thursday, November 12, 2009

What's for dinner?

Last night I had dinner with a good friend and her youngest daughter. I've put together a photo album to walk through when talking with people about what I'll be doing in Kyiv. Even though they are very familiar with my tasks, I walked through the photos with them. At the end I asked if they had any questions.

"What do you eat in Ukraine?" It makes me smile, especially when kids have fun, every day questions... I told her I eat bread with butter and cucmbers for breakfast. Then her ears perked up when I told her you could buy or make pizza and there are 26 McDonald's in Kyiv! Many times on my way to language school I stop and get a cup of coffee and look over my Russian homework before walking into school at McDonalds.

Her eyes lit up as we talked about the 'familiar'. I'm always interested in how each one of us look for points of commonality wherever we are. There is comfort in familiarity. And, sometimes those breif encounters with the familiar gives us the energy and the inquisitiveness to seek the unfamiliar!

Monday, November 2, 2009

Who/What are the Margins?

The margins are the fringe of society. It differs from culture to culture. In Ukraine it is the people that very few want to deal with. Kids who live on the street...Drunks...Drug addicts...People who are dying - both physically and spiritually. There are no really good numbers available to quantify these groups in Ukraine. The government would like to pretend that they are not dirtying up their society and from an onlookers perspective, are hopeful that 'they' will be eliminated through some sort of a natural cleansing process of sorts.

The margins are often people who live with a very close understanding of death. Tonight I went to the World Vision "Experience Africa" exhibit that is touring the country. You check in and get a headset. You then proceed to walk trough while listening to a story of a child from Africa. I fought back tears frequently as I was reminded that she understood the brevity of life. Her father died when she was 5 and then her mother became ill later. I don't want to ruin the experience for those who may go. I will say that the journey was powerful. Maybe in part because I can vividly see many in my mind who have been diagnosed with AIDS. When I hear a child's story from Africa I am reminded of Ukrainians that I know who have also waited in a clinic for test results. They stamped my hand positive when I placed it on a counter... as a part of an experience... I know people who in real life have been stamped with a red HIV + sign and live out the consequences daily.

I wanted to go through to hear another story. But, I couldn't quite do it back to back. I hope to make it back some other night this week. I would strongly encourage anyone who has the opportunity to visit the Africa experience to do so. It is being set up in different locations across America. This week it is at Fair Haven Ministries in Hudsonville daily from 10 am - 8 pm. Walk through and think about who the margins represent. Will you join me in serving the least of these in Ukraine in Jesus' name?