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May, 2008 - Final Letter from Russia
During this final week I am living in Moscow as a mission worker of the Presbyterian Church USA I am writing to summarize my thoughts and feelings as I prepare to begin my new work with Presbyterian Frontier Fellowship. My heart is mixed with grief and gratitude as I think about leaving the wonderful people with whom I have been working in close fellowship for almost eleven years. I am very thankful for the privilege of serving as a mission co-worker of the Presbyterian Church here in Russia. And I am deeply grateful for the support and encouragement I have received from so many of you. The group of people which I have come to know these past eleven years, many of whom read my letters and send encouraging responses includes not only people from the United States (from Maine to Texas, from Florida to Washington) and Russia, but also people from Holland, Hungary, Brazil, the United Kingdom, Sudan, Ghana, Nigeria, and other places around the world. Thank you for your encouragement and support throughout these years that have been among the most satisfying and inspiring years for me as a Christian worker even as they have demanded so much of both my family and of me. The past months have been spent with preparing for our move back to our home in Richmond, Virginia. This involved selling, giving away and packing up our belongings accumulated over eleven years time in Russia – including our library of over 1000 pounds of books to ship back to the USA. Our great triumphal day in this process was on April 26th, the day our shipment cleared customs in Russia, a process that took much research and at least four trips to the airport. I say it was a triumph because when we arrived in Russia eleven years ago I spent six full days running around the customs offices at the airport with two Russian pastors and paid about $1000 in warehouse storage fees to obtain our personal belongings. This time we worked with a customs broker and paid only about $550, accomplishing our goal in half the time. (In Richmond I was able to clear customs in fifteen minutes with a check for $35.) We made our move to Virginia on April 28, before the completion of the school year here in Moscow, in order to attend our daughter Hannah’s senior art exhibition and graduation from Asbury College in Wilmore, Kentucky. Her senior art exhibition included a presentation of seven large stained glass windows which she made over the last two years (See photos). We were delighted to meet her art professors, supervisors from her work in the cafeteria, her pastor with his wife, friends and parents of friends who attended the art exhibition and graduation which took place on consecutive weekends early in May. Asbury College has been a great experience for Hannah. We recommend it for those looking for a great liberal arts college. Accompanying our joy at attending Hannah’s graduation has been the great and unexpected loss of my father, Donald Dearborn Marsden, who died in the hospital in Connecticut while we were flying from Munich to Washington DC the morning of April 28. He had undergone surgery to remove his gall bladder on April 18. He seemed to come through the surgery well, but on the second day went into septic shock. He was placed in intensive care for a week where my brother Peter, my sister Ann and friends from First Presbyterian Church in New Haven, Connecticut came regularly to visit him and pray for him, but he did not pull through. He has gone into eternity now with my mother Constance Avery Vose Marsden, who died almost a year earlier. He was 86 years old. After Hannah’s graduation Laurie, Hannah and I returned to Virginia from Kentucky, and then drove up to Connecticut to help my sister Jane and my brother clear out Dad’s house. We rented a truck to drive much of the furniture to our home in Virginia, arriving at three in the morning on Sunday, May 18th. Our family will gather again from Massachusetts, Colorado, Washington and Virginia with friends in New Haven for a memorial service to give thanks to God for our father, grandfather and friend on June 15 which is Father’s Day in the USA. I returned to Moscow a week ago to be with Jeremiah, who stayed here with his friends the Blacks to finish out the school year at Hinkson Christian Academy. Jeremiah is sad to be leaving the school of which he has been a part of since kindergarten. He will be a junior at Freeman High School in Richmond in the fall. Another big reason for my return to Moscow was to conduct the first official meeting of the newly formed advisory board for Narnia Center (see photos) which was held May 26-27 in the library of the Institute for Bible Translation at Andreevskii Monastery on the bank of the Moscow River. I am very encouraged by the meeting, because now Narnia Center has a group of responsible, highly competent, well educated and socially engaged Russian Christians who together with me are giving their attention to the present and future mission of Narnia Center. They are Vladimir Obrovets, Vice President of the Russian-American Christian University, Alexander Kharitonov, President of Christian Camping International in Russia and the Baltic States, Olga Zaprometova, a professor at the Euro-Asian Evangelical Seminary and head of the international board at the Institute for Bible Translation and Irina Yazikova, chair of the department of cultural studies at St. Andrew’s Biblical Theological Institute in Moscow. They are shown here together with members of Narnia Center staff Alexei Markevich, Larisa Zhukova, Sergei Kokurin and myself inside the compound of the monastery. During the meeting of the advisory board we reviewed the work of Narnia Center which has now published over forty books. Among the strategic needs which I presented to the board for Narnia Center is the need to identify and name a person to succeed me as president. Narnia Center needs a leader who can provide vision for publishing and education, who can lead the Narnia staff team and who can effectively raise the funds and manage finances such that Narnia Center can continue its call to serve Christ through publishing and education. It is my intention to pass on the leadership of Narnia Center to a new president or to the board under a new charter within two years. At the same time I am confident that with God’s help our Narnia Center staff is competent to continue its work under the supervision of the advisory board during the interim period. Narnia Center needs your ongoing financial support to continue its work. Please let me know either if you would like to continue receiving reports about Narnia’s work or if you would like to be removed from the newsletter distribution list for Narnia Center. Another personal note – our daughter Christiana, who had a wonderful second year at Gordon College, has torn her ACL and undergoes surgery on her knee today. Please pray for the success of the operation and her speedy recovery. Very soon a new email account with the address donaldmarsden@pff.net will be opened for me and you will be receiving communications from me from that address. However, I will keep this address functional until such time as I sense that I have been able to establish contact with all with whom I am in active correspondence. One of the things I have missed a great deal while living in an apartment building in smoggy Moscow for eleven years is the opportunity to plant and tend a vegetable garden in the (relatively) clean air environment of Virginia. Even as I grieve to leave beloved friends behind me in Russia, I am thrilled that I will have that opportunity again. So if you come by in July, August or September you can enjoy fresh green beans, tomatoes, green or red peppers, sweet onions, mint and other yet to be planted fresh growing fruits and vegetable from our backyard garden. Not only am I thrilled about living in Virginia again, but I am trusting that the God who led us into missionary service in Russia these past eleven years is leading us now into new vistas of work and new ways of service as I join the Presbyterian Frontier Fellowship team because God is always faithful to lead us in our sojourn on this earth. Next week both Jeremiah and I will return to Virginia where we will join Laurie, Hannah and Christiana at 508 Cokesburg Lane, Richmond, VA 23229. Our telephone number is 804-658-4256. I will be available beginning July to speak in churches in the USA. I have promised to visit some of you and have had to postpone due to our changing family circumstances. Please feel free to contact me at any time about visits for July and into the fall. May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you, Donald Marsden
Contributions for the Narnia Center may be sent through normal mission-giving channels by designating gifts for ECO # 051800 - Narnia Center. Gifts by credit card can be made by calling PresbyTel at (800) 872-3283, or checks payable to the PC(USA) can be mailed to: Presbyterian Church (USA), Individual Remittance Processing, P.O. Box 643700, Pittsburgh, PA 15264-3700. Designate the check to ECO #051800 - Narnia Center. Contributions may also be made by check payable to “The Outreach Foundation of the Presbyterian Church” and mailed to The Outreach Foundation, attention Linda Patrick, 318 Seaboard Lane, Suite 205, Franklin, TN 37067, or by calling the foundation at (800)791-5023. The memo on the check should read “Narnia Center.” For further information contact Donald Marsden
Late February, 2008
Spring
is arriving in Moscow as shoots from bulbs begin to emerge from
garden beds, although at night our temparatures still dip down below
zero. We moved our clocks ahead on Sunday, so now it is light till
almost 8 PM. Yet a blizzard will be possible for another month here
where weather can change rapidly and unpredictably. In the north of
the Tyumen Region, which I visited for two weeks in late February,
the weather is still quite wintery. They will not see spring for
more than a month. This is travel report about my recent trip to
Siberia.
Friday,
February 15 and Saturday, February 16
On the
evening February 15 I flew from Moscow to Khanti-Mansiisk. Arriving
at one in the morning, I was met by brother Sasha Khorshilov from
the Baptist Church. He took me to his home for a short four hours
of sleep. We were up at 6 AM to get me on a shuttle bus headed north
to Nyagan. The road was uneven, and I found myself frequently being
jolted awake by a stab of fear as I was launched toward the ceiling
of the van that carried us toward Nyagan. The four hour trip went
quickly. It was windy and cold at the bus station parking lot in
Nyagan, so my eyes were watering as I stepped out of the van. I
looked around for brother Sergei from the Nyagan Baptist who was
supposed to meet me, but he was nowhere to be seen. I found shelter
in a cafe called "Tashkent" inside a large semi-circular metal
building that appeared to be the bus station.
I
ordered some tea and hot pastries, which helped to revive me out of
my sleepy torpor. A half-drunk man from Bashkortostan asked me who
I was and where I was headed. When he learned I was an American, he
became rather animated. A lot of eyes in the little cafe focused on
me. The Bashkir man told me he had never met a regular American
before. He didn't seem to like what he knew about Americans from
television. He invited me to visit him at his summer home in
Bashkortostan and go on a fishing excursion. When I told him I was
heading north through Priobie, he asked if he could ride with me.
I made
some phone calls and soon brother Sergei appeared. The Bashkir man
was very crestfallen when Sergei told him that he would not be
driving me to Priobie, but putting me on a train. At the train
station a lot of eyes were focused on me again when people sensed a
foreigner was in their midst. These small Siberian towns are not
filled with foreigners as Moscow is, where a foreigner draws no
attention at all. The hour long third class train ride to Priobie
cost me just two dollars. Arriving at Priobie, the end of the line
for the train line, I hustled with my bags the length of the long
train to another parking lot to find a larger passenger bus headed
for Beryozovo by way of Igrim. The road from Priobie to Beryozovo
is a winter road, a trail beaten down by trucks across the frozen
rivers and swamps of the north. In the summer you travel in these
regions only by boat or by helicopter.
Stopping just before dark in Igrim I waited with other passengers in
a bus station for an hour while the driver filled the bus with gas.
I was hungry so I ordered some instant tea, pistachios, peanut M&Ms
and a fried pastry filled with rice and eggs. Our journey continued
into the night. I arrived at a bus stop in Beryozova around 8 PM.
It was windy and bitterly cold, so the five minutes I waited till my
friends arrived seemed to drag out as fellow passengers quickly
disappeared in taxis and other vehicles.
But
soon enough a jeep appeared and out from the passenger's side jumped
my friend Dmitri Petrovich Bogdanov, pastor of the Baptist Church in
Khanti-Mansiisk. He gave me a big bear hug and packed me into the
jeep with my travel bags. We drove to the Baptist Church where I
joined a large group who were sitting in the dining room having a
hot meal. It was good to be out of the cold and among friends.
Beryozovo is the Siberian town on the Ob River where Dima
(nickname for Dmitri) started his missionary work in the north some
fifteen or so years ago. It is also historically a center for the
preaching of the gospel to the native peoples of this part of
Siberia. For centuries the Russian Orthodox sent missionaries to
the Khant people in this area, at times attempting to baptize them
forcibly. Like so many of the Baptist pastors in the area, Dima is
a Ukrainian who felt the call to plant evangelical churches in the
far north back in 1991 when religious restrictions were removed.
After calling together the congregation and building the house of
worship in Beryozovo, he passed on the pastoral leadership to a
local man and headed south to plant a second church in
Khanti-Mansiisk eight years ago.
Dima is
a man who lives by the gospel. He tells people about Jesus, whether
he has known them all his life, or has just met them and never
expects to see them again. When I told him I needed to go to the
market to buy a warm sweater, because I had forgotten to pack one,
he told me "You just take mine." In addition to planting and
building two churches in the larger cities of the area, Dima
regularly travels out to the isolated villages in the region to
preach. He has helped to place part time missionaries in five of
those villages. His congregation of one hundred helps to support
them.
Dima
and a group of some eleven Baptist pastors and church workers had
set off some five days earlier from Khanti-Mansiisk on a
winter expedition to visit many of those remote villages in the
north. I had to make the complicated trip from Khanti-Mansiisk to
Beryozovo because I wanted to join them, but was delayed in leaving
Moscow.
That
night six or seven of us went to the banya in the back yard of the
pastor's house. Banya is a uniquely Russian cultural experience
which is something like a sauna, except that the banya is much
hotter, and Russians enjoy swatting one another with a bundle of
dried leafy birch stems. Once you have been adequately "steamed"
you either jump in a pool of ice cold water or go outside to roll in
the snow. Since this home made banya had no pool and not enough
cold water to douse ourselves freely, Dima and I went out to cover
ourselves with fresh snow to cool down. And then right back into
the banya to steam again. This is repeated several times before
washing and getting dressed. I heard about banyas in Russia for
about eight years, received many invitations to visit friends and go
to the banya before getting into a situation where I simply couldn't
wiggle out of it, and I then I quickly learned to thoroughly enjoy
it.
Sunday,
February 17
On
Sunday we celebrated worship in the Beryozovo Baptist Church. After
lunch we piled onto the vakhtovka - which can only be described as a
truck outfitted as a bus - to drive by winter roads over to the
village of Tege. Tege is a small, largely Khant village of five or
six hundred people about sixty kilometers from Beryozovo. Late that
afternoon we pulled up to the "House of Culture" which is the name
the Soviets gave to the community center they built in every
village, town and city of the Soviet Union. On the front of the
building was a large poster calling the residents of Tege out to
vote in the presidential elections scheduled for March 2. Inside
the cold hall of the House of Culture, which was still
decorated from the recent Christmas and Valentine's Day discotheque
gatherings, a group of about forty people from the community had
gathered in anticipation of our arrival. They were mostly older
women wrapped in winter coats and with their heads covered, but also
a few teenagers in blue jeans and leather jackets. There was one
old man, maybe two or three children. A banner at the top of the
stage read "Peace, Happiness, Success, Kindness." The group sat for
two hours in total silence, apparently unmoved through the program
which included sermons by three preachers, singing and the
recitation of a poem about the grace of God. But when it was over
the people were clearly glad that we had come. Some stayed to talk
with the preachers before walking home.
We stayed that night in the apartment of a young couple named Sasha and Valeria. They are the recently arrived missionaries in Tege. Sasha is a Khant. Valeria is one of the Komi people. Together they have three small children - Solomon, Timothy and a baby girl Vera. They moved there from Beryozovo where they are members of the Baptist church. Their parents helped them buy an apartment in Tege. The apartment is inadequately heated, so they use a space heater, but the apartment is cold anyway and they are struggling to pay the electric bill. That's the way it is for every one in the village. Sasha goes hunting and fishing with the local men who mainly make their living that way.
Sasha conducts worship services in their
apartment for a small group of believers. One teenage girl who was
in the home the night we visited was beaming with joy because Sasha
and his family had moved to Tege. She is really glad to have
Christian fellowship. The twelve of us slept on mattresses or on
the rug in sleeping bags on the kitchen and living room floors. One
of the drivers slept in the cloak room. The family of five slept
huddled together in the only other room in the back of the
apartment.
Monday, February 18- Wednesday, February
20
The next morning after breakfast we
drove north up the Ob River, leaving the territory of the
Khanti-Mansiski Autonomous Okrug into the Yamalo-Nenetski Autonomous
Okrug, stopping in the middle of the day for lunch in a larger
village called Muzhi. We were received in Muzhi by a Pentecostal
missionary named Sergei who, together with his wife Oxana and
several Khant women prepared a wonderful lunch for us. Sergei told
us about his ministry. It is difficult there. Unlike most villages
where there is no church at all, in Muzhi there is a Russian
Orthodox Church. The Orthodox priest in Muzhi forbids the people of
the village to attend the meetings Sergei holds.
When my Baptist friends Dima Bogdanov
and Alexei Teleus heard about the difficulties Sergei and his wife
were having, they said "We need to ask God's forgiveness, because
back in 1992 one of our Baptist missionaries conducted evangelism
here. The entire village came to Christ, and they begged the
missionary to stay as their pastor, but within a few weeks he left
them. He returned to following year. Again, many people came to the
Lord, and once again, the people pleaded with him to stay, but
within two weeks he had left. No one followed up on the work he had
started, so the people felt betrayed." My Baptist friends
kneeled in Sergei's living room asking God to forgive them for their
negligence of this village, asking him to bless Sergei's ministry
there.
After lunch we drove along the winter
road along the Ob River the entire distance to Salekhard, passing
through five or six villages. It had been our hope to stop to
preach the gospel in some of those villages, but arrangements had
not been made in a timely fashion. Salekhard is a city of 35,000
people, with several churches. In Salekhard we found lodging in the
Baptist Church. The group rested two and a half days in
Salekhard, servicing the vehicles and holding services in this and
another area church.
Thursday, February 21
On Thursday we were on the road again.
We drove four hours east on the rutted winter road along the Ob
River to reach the village of Salemal by early evening. Travelling
at just forty miles an hour we were regularly launched toward the
ceiling of the vakhtovka, so a seat belt and a strong stomach were
absolutely necessary. In Salemal we were received by a woman named
Valentina and her son Avdei. They are Nenets believers. The
handful of other believers in the village had been invited to the
meeting, but none came. So we visited with Valentina and Avdei.
Valentina says that she misses the visits of Anatoli Marechev, the
Russian pastor from Salekhard's Good New Church. He used to visit
frequently, but lately they have not seen him. Valentina also told
us this. Just about a year ago, her seventeen year old daughter
Anastasia disappeared. She had been out visiting with friends that
night, and every one had gone home around ten o'clock. The police
investigated her disappearance but no trace of her has been found.
Anastasia had a close relationship with her mother and was a good
student. There is no reasonable explanation for her disappearance.
Valentina is hoping against hope that she may someday again see her
daughter. Tragically this is not the first instance of such a
disappearance in the village.
Avdei, which is the Russian translation
of 'Obadiah', was a student of mine at the missionary college in
Salekhard in 2005 and 2006. He is a Nenets Christian about 25 years
old. He is small of stature but very quick minded. He was one of
the best students in the the missionary college. After completing
the program in the college he found a job on a fishing boat working
out of Aksarka, a village closer to Salekhard, but recently,
when Avdei's boss learned that his mother lives in Salemal, he asked
whether he minded being transferred there. Avdei agreed. He moved
to Salemal just two days before we arrived.
After about an hour, Avdei's mother had
to leave to go to work. And so the group of fourteen missionaries,
which included two regional superintendants of the Baptist churches
and several other Baptist pastors, which could not all fit in the
main room and so were standing also in the kitchen and auxiliary
rooms, began a service with a congregation of one - Avdei. The
heart of a few of the sermons sounded something like this - "Avdei,
you are a believer. You have studied in the missionary college, so
you have the necessary training to conduct ministry here. It just
so happens that God sent you here to Salemal two days before we
arrived. You may feel as Moses did that you are not ready for this,
you may feel as Jeremiah did that you are too young, but there is no
way for you to get out of it. You must preach the word of God in
this village, because God has sent you here!"
For my part, I spoke to Avdei about the
the fact that God had sent him home to support his mother at a time
of great difficulty as she has lost her daughter. And about his
name - Obadiah. It comes from the book of the prophet Obadiah in
the Old Testament which consists of one very short chapter. I said
"You may ask 'What significance does this obscure book of one short
chapter in the Old Testament have?' It may appear to have no
significance at all, but it has great signficance. In the same way,
you, Avdei, may feel that you cannot do anything in this village,
because you are young and inexperienced. You have no wife or
children. And you may feel unsure of what to do. But your presence
here has great signficance. Be faithful to the Lord and he will
show you what to do."
Avdei sat on the sofa listening
silently, sandwiched between a couple of Russians much bigger than
himself. After everyone had spoken, we prayed and committed Avdei
to the Lord. Then we shared a light meal of bread, cheese, salami
and tea standing crowded around the kitchen table. The food
disappeared quickly and it was time to leave.
We drove the four hours back toward
Salekhard along the rough winter road. At Aksarka Boris Ruskalamov
and I got out to drive in his Russian jeep back to Salekhard while
the twelve Baptists continued their expedition all night across the
winter road from Aksarka through Nadim to Urengoi.
It was already past ten o'clock at night
when we arrived at Aksarka, but Boris and I had been invited to stop
by the home of Sasha and Oxana Salinder. They are Nenets
Christians. They had apparently already gone to bed when we
arrived, but they jumped up to make us tea and sandwiches and seemed
very glad to visit with us. Their little daughter Christina, in
whose dedication ceremony I participated three years earlier, is now
five years old, a bright, energetic and cheerful little girl. Sasha
is a security guard at a private school in the village and at the
local gas station. Oxana stays at home keeping the home and caring
for Christina. They are grateful that Sasha has a job, because
there is high unemployment in all the villages.
Sasha and Oxana told us that on Saturday
they were planning to hold a service in their home, which is shared
by two or three other families. They insisted that we return. We
agreed that we would return on Saturday after first visiting the
believers in Kharsaim, which is halfway between Aksarka and
Salakhard.
Leaving Aksarka around midnight in the
Russian jeep, we came upon a man hitchhiking to Kharsaim. He was
staggering back and forth a bit out on the road as the falling snow
swirled in the wind. "Should we pick him up?" asked Boris.
"Whatever you say," I answered. The man climbed into the back
seat. Soon he and Boris were talking in their native Khant language
so that I didn't understand a word they said. But later Boris
explained to me in Russian what they had been talking about. The
man had been drunk. Boris told him "You need to give up drinking
and serve the living God. Jesus is the Son of the living God who
came for our salvation." The man gave him his phone number and
Boris promised to be in touch.
Friday, February 22
Friday we made plans to visit four
villages over the next week - Kharsaim, Aksarka, Beloyarsk and
Shurishkari. None of these villages has a church. Only one has a
young missionary to gather the few believers for worship. Boris
also did some repair work on his jeep. Boris is responsible for
visiting and keeping in touch with the believers in some ten
villages outside of Salekhard. It is too big a responsibility for
one person. But there is no one else to do it at this point. He
has an old jeep constantly in need of repair, and money for gasoline
has been tight since the Good News Church is working
toward completing their building. So he has not been able to get
out to the villages as much as he would like to. On Friday it
was bitterly cold and windy, and I made the mistake of walking
outside too long in clothes that were not warm enough. By Saturday
I was feeling congested.
Saturday, February 23
On Saturday morning we drove out to
Kharsaim, arriving around noon. Kharsaim is a Khant fishing village
on the Ob River. In the winter you see more snowmobiles than cars
in the village. Driving into the lower part of the village I felt
as if we were following a trail for skiing rather than a road. The
village was quiet. Smoke was rising from some of the homes still
heated by wood furnaces. Kharsaim is built on the side of a gently
graded hill that slopes down to the river.
In Kharsaim we visited the home of a
Khant woman named Lyudmila. As we approached the house a man named
Volodya came out. He was from the fishing village Vilposil on the
oppostive side of the river. I asked him whether he attends the
Christian group that Boris leads in Vilposil. "No," he said. "I am
a pagan!' I asked him "What is a pagan?" He answered me with an
energetic, beaming smile "We serve idols!" And he sped off on his
snowmobile.
Stepping in through the vestibule of the
house, which is not heated, but serves as a buffer from the intense
cold outside, we walked past a shaggy dog curled up to keep himself
warm on a snow covered rug. The door into the house is covered with
a frost whitened felt lining which is partly torn off. The house is
warm inside. It is heated by hot water radiators fed by a boiler
that heats the whole village. One enters the house through the
kitchen. There are no hallways. From the kitchen one steps into the
main room, then into two small bedrooms. One sleeping area is
divided from another by a blanket hung from the ceiling. The
couches in each room are all beds by night. The doorways and the
floors of the house are crooked. Electric wires are tacked onto the
exterior of the walls, since they were installed after the house was
built. Lightbulbs hang exposed on a bare wire from the ceiling.
The old wood-burning brick stove at the center of the home is no
longer in use, except as a table for pots, pans, packages of
cigarettes and cans filled with cigarette ashes from the men of the
house. Fishing wire hung from the ceiling serves as a
clothesline. There is no running water in the house, nor any
toilets. The outhouse, with a rickety door that does not properly
close, is in the backyard. But there are cells phones plugged into
the outlets to keep them charged. And there is a color television
set that gets excellent reception with a DVD player connected to
it. The TV is never turned off. This is a typical house in a
typical village.
In this village we again held a service
with a congregation of one - Lyudmila, the woman of the house. She
has a husband and three grown sons. One son is an alcoholic. One
son was recently caught stealing a snowmobile in a neighboring
village. One son is more or less okay, married, and lives at home
with his wife Polina, who stood in the doorway occasionally
listening to what we were saying, but laughed and walked away to
another part of the house when we invited her to join us. Her
husband and two sons were out fishing on the ice. Lyudmila also
adopted a little boy named Eddik who is now five years old. He
climbed, bounced and sprung from one piece of furniture to another
during our entire visit.
Lyudmila told us that she has not been
doing well. Her husband and sons come home drinking and cussing.
She tries to keep things together, but she said she often loses her
composure and starts cussing back at them. Eight years ago there
was a Christian congregation of about twenty people in Kharsaim,
fifteen of them baptized. But a series of tragedies worked to
weaken and disperse it. First, a woman of the congregation about
fifty years of age was strangled to death by some local men and left
hanging dead on a cross in the cemetary. Three other elderly members
of the group died. Soon after that, eight young people in the
village, not related to the congregation, died from drunkenness,
suicide, drowning and straying in the woods. At that time the local
people started pointing the finger at the Christians saying they
were to blame. By serving Christ and refusing to serve the
traditional idols they had drawn the wrath of the ancestral
spirits against the community. Finally, the Russian preacher who
had been traveling regularly from Salekhard to conduct services in
Kharsaim, Anatoli Menshikov, had a heart attack, and could no
longer bear the responsiblity. Boris says that Khant idol
worship is strong in this village. People are afraid to leave their
idols and associate with Christ. Normally a few others join the
gathering at Lyudmila's home, but today she was alone.
From Kharsaim we drove to Aksarka, to
meet with the Christians there. Once again, Sasha and Oxana
Salinder received us into their home. They regularly invite the
Christians in Aksarka to meet in their home. As I mentioned abouve,
they are Nenets Christians. In Aksarka there are also Khant
Christians. But the Khant Chiristians refuse to attend a gathering
in the home of Nenets Christians unless a Russian or a Ukrainian
pastor is presiding. The same kind of thing happens in other places
where the Khant believers gather - the Nenets refuse to come. But
when a Russian, a Ukrainian, a Moldovan or a Europen leads they will
come together.
A few other Nenets believers joined us
at the Salinder's home. Sasha's mother was there. Another woman
joined us as well. These people received us so warmly as they had
received warmly late Wednesday night. When it was my turn to speak
I read from Matthew 10:40 where Jesus says "Whoever receives you
receives me and whoever receives me receives him who sent me." I
spoke about how this family's reception of us as God's messengers,
God's representatives, speaks of their faith in Jesus Christ. In
that village where there is no church, where they themselves are
crowded in a house they share with two other families, they joyfully
provide a place for God's people to gather. They not only received
us, but they also receive all who come in the name of Christ.
After our service they spread a table
with many delicious dishes on it. It included cakes they had bought
in Salekhard that morning. They also gave us gift bags with a
towel, a pen, and a writing pad.
Sunday, February 24
Sunday I worshipped at the Baptist
Church where I had been staying. Their pastor Vladimir Shitov is a
big, burley man of about 6' 8" who came to Christ in prison through
the ministry of a little German woman back in the early 90s. What he
did to get into prison back then I don't know, but his life was
changed and he has since dedicated himself to serving Christ. He
gave a sermon on faithfulness. He speaks very quickly and his
diction is not good. In style he resembles a bull in a china shop,
but he preaches from the heart and is serious about the mission of
the church. His preaching is simple, repetitive, but biblical and
forceful. He leads his congregation in the the style most Russians
understand and expect - "the man at the top is in charge." In his
church he stands for strict law and order. He expects the members of
his church to follow his orders.
Sunday afternoon I visited with my
friends at Good News Church. This church has a much freer,
contemporary feel to it. On this Sunday afternoon, the women of the
church put on a special program for the men of the church in
celebration of Soviet Army Day. Soviet Army Day, an old Soviet
holiday, is now generally celebrated as men's day, something akin to
our father's day. The women prepared an excellent dramatic program
in which they rewrote the verses to popular songs so that each man
in the congregation was acknowledged. They played games, performed
skits and prepared a wonderful meal. There were lots of laughs.
Monday, February 25
On Monday I stayed in bed asleep almost
all day with a 24 hour bug that hit me hard. I could not eat
anything except a bit of tea and crackers. So I was not able to
travel out to Beloyarsk. Boris together with Anatoli Menshikov
(mentioned above) went on without me to visit the young Ukrainian
missionary Alyosha serving there.
Tuesday, February 26
But by Tuesday morning I was feeling
better so Boris and I set off in his jeep to Shurishkari. We drove
out of Salekhard across the frozen Ob River over to Labitnange to
get onto the winter road to the south. At the beginning of the
winter road is a little trailer type building and a bar blocking
advance where you must register your car before heading out. You
tell the officials where you are headed, and when or whether they
should expect to see you come back the same day. This is a safety
precaution. Theoretically, if you don't appear at another check
point, they could send a search team out to look for you. People
often wait at this trailer to catch a ride out to one of the
villages along the road.
After Boris went to check in with the
officials, a Bahkir woman carrying a couple large bags ran up to our
jeep and hopped in the back seat. She was about 50 years old. As
we drove out onto the winter road Boris asked her what was her
relationship with God. She said "I am a Muslim." She works as a
saleswoman at the outdoor market in Labitnange. She lives in an
apartment there and she has a house as well in one of the villages
forty miles to the south. I asked her whether she attended services
at the mosque. She told me "No, the men attend the mosque." I
asked her whether she prays. She told me "No, it is very hard to
learn the Arabic language, and you need to pray in Arabic." I asked
her, "Then of what does your practice of faith as a Muslim
consist?" She said "We observe three holidays, including fasts." I
mentioned to her that in our faith all languages are equally suited
for speaking with God and that the Christian gospel has been
translated into most of the languages of the world. So we can speak
to him in our native language. We had a good conversation. When it
was time for her to get out at the crossroads to her village, she
insisted on giving Boris a few hundred rubles for gas.
Arriving in Shurishkari, some sixty
miles from Labitnange, we called Valentina Vitalievna, who had
invited us to come to her house for lunch. She served us a bowl of
soup followed by a hot second course. Her husband, who works in the
summer setting up buoys to guide the ships on the river, was there
at the table with us. After a bit her sister, a school
psychologist, stopped by as well. Surishkari is one of the
villages in which a group from New Wilmington Missionary
Conference conducted a children's program back in the summer of
2006. Two years ago Valentina was the acting mayor in Shurishkari
where she had worked in the government office for some ten years.
She helped us a great deal when our group arrived in need of finding
a place to stay. Her daughter attended our program.
Late last year mayoral elections were
held and Valentina was not elected. She feels she has no purpose in
the village now and she is planning to look for work in Salekhard.
We looked up several other people we had met on our summer excusion
two years earlier. They were glad to see us, and they invited us to
return again to conduct a children's program. We stopped by the
mayor's office to meet the new mayor, who ordered a cup of coffee
for us and told us he would be glad to help us find lodging should
we decide to conduct a children's camp again this summer. Valentina
had invited us to return for dinner, which we did in the early
evening. As we finished the meal, Boris went out to his jeep and
came back with pocket New Testaments, which he presented to
Valentina and her sister. Then he asked me to pray. I prayed
giving thanks to God for the hospitality of this family, asking God
to show Valentina the way as she seeks a new direction in life. As
I finished the prayer, Valentina, her sister, her daughter, and her
husband all crossed themselves three times, looking up at the icon
of the Virgin Mary in the upper corner of the kitchen. Although
there is no church in this village, Valentina and her family,
who are of the Komi people, practice the Orthodox Christian faith.
They thanked us profusely for our visit, and wished us God's
blessing as we left their home.
The sun was almost below the horizon
when we drove out of Shurishkari and soon it was dark. After we had
driven about a half an hour, the lights on Boris' jeep gave out. We
were in total darkness. Boris got out of the cockpit to
investigate. He could not figure out what had gone wrong. Although
below freezing, it was, happily for us, not too cold, and there was
no wind. There are not many vehicles out on these winter roads, but
it is an unwritten law in those parts that no one ever passes a
stranded vehicle without stopping to offer help. In the course of a
half an hour all two vehicles that came our way stopped to help.
The second driver, and his ten year old son were able to diagnose
the problem. They told Boris what to do, and headed off. Within a
few minutes the lights were on again. But when Boris stepped on the
pedal to drive off, the engine died. When he turned the key to
restart it, there was no sound at all. Boris got out to open the
hood again. But he could not figure out what had happened. So we
again waited for a vehicle to come by to start the jeep by pulling
it with the gearshift engaged. The first two cars to stop were too
small to pull us, but after another half an hour a large truck
appeared. He stopped, attached a cable to the back of the jeep and
yanked us backward, with the car in reverse gear. What a blessed
sound to hear the engine running again!. We drove the remaining
forty miles back to Labitnange without any trouble, but I don't
remember seeing another vehicle for a long, long time, if at all. We
thanked the Lord for providing for our needs and protecting us in
the wilderness.
Wednesday, February 27
Wednesday was a wrap up day. Boris and
I went to the public sauna to get cleaned up, since there are no
showers in the church where I had been living. That evening Anatoli
Marechev, pastor of the Good New Church, returned from a three week
trip. Boris and I met together with him and others to make plans to
return in the summer with a group from Harrisonburg, Virginia to
conduct ministry in the villages. Around midnight Anatoli's wife
made coffee for every one. Our conversation lasted past two in the
morning
Thursday, February 28
I returned to Moscow on Yamal Airlines
to sit in a traffic jam for two hours as I returned from the
airport. I miss the fresh, clean air and the white snow of the
north, but I am glad to be with my family again.
This is the report about missionary work
in the villages of the north. It is hard work, and the results seem
small, but we are reminded of Jesus' promise "Where two or three are
gathered in my name, there I am in the midst of them." Matthrew
18:20
This is part of the work that I will be
continuing as I become a staff member of Presbyterian Frontier
Fellowship just two month from now. Thank you for your your prayers
and support of this work.
Yours in Christ,
Donald Marsden
Correspondence Date 03/11/08 The apostle Paul was a very busy man. His desire to preach the gospel in places where “Christ had never been named” kept him on the move to such an extent that he was unable to visit the churches he had organized as often as he would have liked. He had to rely on letters to keep in touch with the churches flung across the Mediterranean Sea. And while Paul was off speaking of Christ in some city, in Palestine, Syria, Asia Minor, Greece or Italy, other preachers sometimes moved in to visit the churches he had started in another city. These other preachers on occasion worked to discredit Paul and his teaching. Such was the case in Corinth, and this provides the background to much of what Paul says in his Second Letter to the Corinthians. (These, by the way, are typical missionary conditions. No missionary worth his or her salt can ever keep up with all that needs to be done, and if that missionary is doing good work, some other so-called missionary (a.k.a. wold in sheep’s clothing) will come along and work to discredit what he or she has done, persuading people to disassociate themselves with the missionary who introduced them to the gospel. It’s sad to say, but I’ve seen it in so many places in Russia.) The situation in Corinth had grown so strained that Paul felt as if some people wanted him to provide letters of recommendation to vouch for his good reputation and integrity. That seemed absurd to him, since he was the one through whom God had brought the Corinthian church into existence. He wrote to them “Do we need, as some do, letters of recommendation to you, or from you? You yourselves are our letter of recommendation, written on your hearts, to be known and read by all men; and you show that you are a letter from Christ.” (II Corinthians 3: 1-3) To put it in other words the Corinthians were asking Paul “How do we know you’re for real – that you bring us the real gospel?” Paul’s answer was straight to the point “Your faith – your lives are proof that I’m real. I don’t need any more proof than you yourselves. Your lives bear witness to the truth of Jesus. Any one can read for himself. You are a letter of Christ.” As far as Paul was concerned the lives of the Christians in Corinth were adequate proof of his genuineness. He knew them, and they knew each other. Over the years I have received a lot of encouragement and affirmation for the work I have done in Russia. The work itself has been very satisfying. The encouragement and affirmation has been like icing on the cake. Of course, if you lived closer to me and observed me in my work day in and day out, you would surely notice the weak areas. Another thing you would notice is that other people do most of the work for which I receive affirmation and encouragement. As I prepare to leave Russia in the spring to begin work with PFF, I want you to hear more about some of the people who do the work here at Narnia Center and will continue to do it after I move from an active, hands-on role, to the role of an advisor. As I prepare for this transition I want to do everything I can to set up Narnia Center to continue to prosper in its work of proclaiming the gospel through literature and training. I can think of no better way to do that than to send these letters of recommendation – that is – testimonies from the lives of the people who with me do the work of Narnia Center. Most of you don’t know them. I know these people because I have been working with them. Their lives are letters from Christ which speak for themselves. ************************************************************************************************************ Alexei Markevich, the director of Narnia Center, was born in Moscow in 1971. An only child, both of his parents were engineers. In school he was an active member of the pioneers, and the club of international friendship, which were government sponsored programs to raise the next generation of leaders for the communist party. In 1988, at age 17 he enrolled in a six year program at the Moscow Aviation Institute, studying to assemble aviation equipment. That same year he began searching for God. His search began because of an emptiness he felt inside. He had read a popular atheistic book ridiculing the Bible. Something in it struck him as untrue, and he decided he would read the New Testament. In 1990 he bought a New Testament on the street for twenty-five rubles, half his student stipend. After reading the New Testament he came to believe, and began searching for a church. He visited an Orthodox church where he was told that if he would memorize the Lord’s Prayer and pay twenty five rubles, they would baptize him and make him a member of the Orthodox Church. This did not appeal to him. Alexei found his way to another church, as it were, “by chance.” He found the address for this church printed inside the cover of a book he read by Josh McDowell called More Than A Carpenter. His father had told him about this other church, the Baptist church, which he had seen in his student days. He had never visited the church, but he had seen it near his engineering institute. Alexei visited this church, what is now called the Central Baptist Church in Moscow (at the time it was the only Baptist church in Moscow) and on August 8, 1991, he gave his life to Christ in that church. Just eleven days later the 1991 Soviet coup d’etat attempt was staged in which a group of hard line Communist party leaders briefly deposed Mikhail Gorbachev, holding him captive in his summer dacha. They claimed his health did not allow him to continue leading the USSR. It was during the next three days that Boris Yeltsin standing on a tank outside the Russian White House defied the leaders of the putsch and, backed by Soviet military leaders, caused them to step down. Although he had always been very interested in politics, and still is, Alexei remembers that these events and the subsequent collapse of the Soviet economy did not trouble him much. His life had taken a new direction with Christ. On November 19, 1991 Alexei was baptized at Central Baptist Church. His wife Oxana at first seemed indifferent to his new faith, but within a year, she too had received Christ and been baptized in the church. In 1992 Billy Graham held a large evangelistic meeting in the Olympic Stadium in Moscow. Alexei, along with other young people from the Baptist church, was invited to help organize a “follow up” Bible study group for those who attended the meeting. The group in which he participated eventually became one of the new Baptist churches in Moscow – Hope Church. In 1993, Alexei’s pastor, Sergei Belov, suggested that he enroll in the newly organized New Life Bible College, a ministry of Campus Crusade for Christ. He was able to do this while completing his degree at the aviation institute. As he enrolled in the Bible college, the political situation in Moscow remained unstable. In October 1993 another group of hard line politicians tried to oust Boris Yeltsin, taking over the White House. Yeltsin called in the army whose tanks shot at the White House until the rebels surrendered. All that seemed like a minor disturbance in the background to a new life. Alexei received his diplomas from the aviation institute in 1994 and from New Life Bible College in 1995. In the fall of 1995 he enrolled in the Moscow Baptist Theological Seminary. This is where I met him when I went to teach a course on Christian Education there in the winter of 1998, exactly ten years ago. He became a deacon in Hope Church, and in 2003 he was commissioned to organize a new church in his own neighborhood of Butova in southern Moscow where he continues to serve as the organizing pastor. Alexei has been working with me since the fall of 1999 when he became my teaching assistant at the seminary. He became the director of Narnia Center when it was chartered in the summer of 2000. He is a hard worker who keeps on going and going until the job gets finished. He motivates our staff to work together to get books out and lately has helped immensely in the promotion, sale and distribution of our books through new channels. Alexei is married to Oxana Markevich. They have three children – Artyom, age 17, Vladimir, age 14 and Lyev, age 11. ********************************************************************************************************** Sergei Kokurin was born in 1960 in the city of Kinyeshma on the Volga northeast of Moscow, he is also the only child of his family. His father was a builder/foreman and his mother worked in a chemical factory. When he was seven he family moved to Ukraine. After finishing school and working for two years, he was required to serve in the army. Before going into the army in 1980 he decided to visit his grandfather back in the city of Kinyeshma where he was born. Taking the train from Kiev to Moscow, he had an entire day to spend so he bought himself a ticket to a movie and sat down on a bench on Tverskaya Street to read a book. A young Finnish couple sat down next to him, and struck up a conversation with him. In broken, but understandable Russian, they witnessed to him of their faith in God. He told them he was an atheist. God cannot be seen, he said. There is no God. This couple waited for him until he came out of the movie and accompanied him to the train station to visit his grandfather. Although he did not believe in God at the time, the couple made an indelible impression in his memory. While in the army he began to pray, and afterwards, he started going into churches to pray. Following his discharge from the army he enrolled in the Kiev University in the department of journalism, where he studied from 1983 till 1989. According the Soviet system in which education was free of charge, Sergei was required to work for three years in a kind of journalistic internship. He found an opportunity to do this with the city newspaper in Sudak on the shore of the Black Sea in the Crimea. Many of his young colleagues in Sudak were reading books on philosophy, poetry and religion. One of them was a woman named Yelena Veniaminovna. She had recently been baptized in the Baptist church. Sergei visited this church often. It seemed that he was surrounded by his journalistic colleagues and well educated friends as he attended this church. He liked going there because the sermons and prayers were understandable. He attended this church for several years. People began to ask him “When are you going to be baptized?” As he was thinking about this, a question rose up in his mind – “What do I do about the fact that I was baptized in the Orthodox Church as an infant?” Sergei hated what he knew of the Orthodox Church, but he said to himself “I don’t understand the Orthodox Church, but I don’t have the right to reject that which I don’t understand.” He decided to set out on a path to learn everything he could about the Orthodox Church and its faith. He began reading books on Orthodox theology and liturgy by Berdyaev, Menn, Bulgakov, Florensky, Solovyov, Schmemann and Meyendorf. As he read these books he discovered new and deep dimensions to the Orthodox faith. He discovered that Orthodoxy is not just a bunch of old women lighting candles in a church where anti-Semitic priests mumble prayers in an incomprehensible language. It is based on a deep theology that speaks straight to the mind and heart of contemporary persons. It is a living tradition that cannot be fathomed. He began to understand the meaning of icons. Things that formerly irritated him about the Orthodox Church no longer bothered him. He experienced that the church of Christ is alive – if you open your heart. Even so, for several years there was a psychological barrier for Sergei. He could not find a priest before whom he felt comfortable making his confession. And without making a confession he could not participate in the Eucharist. Then he met Father Georgi Chistyakov in Moscow. In 1997 Father Chistyakov heard his confession and became his spiritual guide. He began taking communion in the Orthodox Church. While living in Kiev in the later 1990s and early 2000s Sergei worked with the Association of Christian Schools International. He helped produce a Christian radio program for those serving in the military. In 2005 Sergei and his wife Svetlana Panich sold their apartment in Kiev and moved to Moscow. Sergei began working with Narnia Center as coordinator of book projects in 2005. He has a finely developed literary sense. He serves joyfully and energetically in his role. He shows the greatest respect and appreciation for each person he meets. Sergei will soon become the acting chief editor for Narnia Center, a role in which I have served since 2000. *********************************************************************************************************** Since I announced that I will be moving to Virginia to begin work with Presbyterian Frontier Fellowship, funding for Narnia Center has fallen off. For the first time in eight years we have had to delay sending books to press because of a shortage for funds. I am grateful that many churches have chosen to support my new work with PFF, yet I am aware that Narnia Center has not yet come to a position of self-sufficiency. Narnia Center continues to be active in publishing and promoting books to the extent that we can. Back in early February we introduced a new book by a contemporary author named Maria Kondratova. Her book called First Flight is about a little bat who could not fly (until the end of the story). The author came from Yekaterinburg to Moscow to visit friends and to participate in presentations and book signing ceremonies in bookstores and libraries. During the book presentations she spoke of her Christian faith. On the first of February I attended Narnia Center’s book presentation at the municipal Gaidar children’s library, the central teaching and training libraries for Moscow’s children’s libraries. I was moved by the words of the head librarian who opened the meeting by telling of how she, realizing that Narnia Center had some kind of a religious affiliation, was at first skeptical about the books we publish, until she began to read them, and then fell in love with them. We could not have asked for a better recommendation. We are encouraged by the response of librarians across the Russian Federation. Today is the last day of one of Russia’s big yearly holidays – International Women’s Day. It is a national holiday, and the streets are rather quiet. Tomorrow they will be overcrowded again. This week Narnia Center will participate in another large all Russia book fair on the grounds of BDNX, the national exhibition complex in the north of Moscow. I am grateful for the privilege of serving in this ministry in Russia. With this letter I want to encourage you to continue to support the work of Narnia Center. Yours in Christ, Contributions for Narnia Center may be sent through normal mission-giving channels by designating gifts for ECO # 051800 - Narnia Center. Gifts by credit card can be made by calling PresbyTel at (800) 872-3283, or checks payable to the PC(USA) can be mailed to: Presbyterian Church (USA), Individual Remittance Processing, P.O. Box 643700, Pittsburgh, PA 15264-3700. Designate the check to ECO #051800 - Narnia Center. Contributions may also be made by check payable to “The Outreach Foundation of the Presbyterian Church” and mailed to The Outreach Foundation, attention Linda Patrick, 318 Seaboard Lane, Suite 205, Franklin, TN 37067, or by calling the foundation at (800)791-5023. The memo on the check should read “Narnia Center.” PS – you might be interested to see that Narnia Center has been in the news of the Presbyterian church USA. See the following link http://www.pcusa.org/pcnews/2008/08084.htm
Correspondence Date 11/7/07
On Tuesday, October 23 Laurie and I
boarded a train in Moscow for the two day ride to Labitnange,
the town just two miles across the River Ob from our destination of
Salekhard. I am thrilled that after ten years living in Moscow
Laurie was able to join me on a trip to Siberia. Jeremiah stayed
with friends from school here in Moscow.
Peter Khudi, a
leader of the Nenets ministry in Salekhard, and Matt Honig, an
American who recently arrived here with his family to work on the
translation of the Bible into the Khant language, met us Thursday
night, October 25 at the train station in Kharp, a small town in the
Ural mountains just a half an hour's drive from Labitnange. Driving
to Labitnange in
Peter's Toyota pick-up, we floated on a barge across the
river to Salekhard because there is
no bridge across the Ob.
Laurie and I stayed with Matt, his wife
Shelby and their three children Micah (8), Keegan (5) and Cora (3).
This very energetic family lives in a compact three room apartment,
and they are in the process of adopting two boys from Ukraine, but
they gave one of their rooms to Laurie and me. They are the only
Americans living in Salekhard.
Laurie stayed four days in Salekhard.
We arrived in time to witness the wedding of Lyudmila Rusmilenko, a
Christian from the Khant people and her bridegroom Zhenya - an
Estonian Christian of Russian Jewish background. What a beautiful
event! The first part of the wedding took place on Saturday
afternoon at the municipal building called by the Russians "ZAKS"
(read 'Justice of the Peace'). The civil ceremony was followed
a few hours later by a Christian wedding service at the Good News
Church building, which is still under construction. After the
ceremony the sanctuary was transformed into a banquet hall. We
shared a meal, sang songs, and played tricks on the bride and groom
(including one in which three disguised men were offered to the
bride as potential husbands). To our shock the wedding cake was
auctioned off piece by piece at very high prices. We later learned
it is a tradition at Russian weddings to play some game in which
money is given to the bride and groom. At the close of the wedding
a group of us were invited to pray, each in his native language.
The languages represented at the wedding included Russian, English,
Finnish, Khant, Nenets, Ukrainian, Hebrew and Korean. The wedding
celebration continued Sunday afternoon at 4 PM with another, smaller
group fellowship meal and singing.
Lyuda helped us back in the summer of
2006 when I traveled with the New Wilmington Missionary Conference
summer service team to the village of Shurishkari where we conducted
a Vacation Bible School program. In the fall of 2006 she wrote to
me that she was going to Estonia to study theology. I feared that
she, like so many young people who leave Russia to study abroad,
would be lost and gone forever. But she is not. Not only did she
return for her wedding, but she brought with her a wonderful groom,
now her husband, who is just thrilled about beginning missionary
work among Lyuda's native Khant people. Lyuda and Zhenya had their
honeymoon in the pastor's office at the church in Salekhard which is
almost finished now. They planned to fly by helicopter last Sunday
to Lyuda's native village of Lapkhari, which has about 700
residents, but the flight was delayed till Monday because of a
blizzard(we don't know whether they have gotten out there yet) .
They will be starting a church among Khant people and working on
translating the Bible into the Khant language.
On Monday morning
Laurie flew back to Moscow. Since I have not been there fore a year
and a half, I stayed
on in Salekhard for another week to renew contacts and
to plan for future work. My desire
is to help the church in Salekhard in their work of preaching the
gospel among the native peoples of the region. Toward that end,
I spent a few hours each day last week working on learning the
basics of the Nenets language. I had five days of
conversational language learning with Rosa Yar, who is pictured here
with Harold Kurtz in a photo taken two
years ago. She let me set my own learning goals,
choosing the things I would like to learn to say, and
we created a small dialogue in which I talked about
my family, where I live, how
I am learning to speak Nenets, etc. At
the very least I have mastered the Nenets phrase "I don't
understand." I am pleased that I have started
and that at fifty years of
age I still have the capacity to begin learning a new
language. It is not much,
but at least the precedent has been set and I have found a person
who is willing to sit with
me and let me repeat the phrases I need to learn so that I can get a
basic conversational handle on the language before I can go out and
spend time with Nenets people outside the city on the tundra. Peter
Khudi has invited me to go out and spend a month or two on the
tundra where I will hear nothing
but Nenets. That is not realistic any time soon, but a week
might be possible even this winter. My plan
in the future is to continue
with language learning.
In addition to the language lessons, I spent a quite
a bit of time talking with
Anatoli Marechev, the pastor of
the Good News Church in Salekhard, catching up on the work
they are doing with the native peoples here. One
of the biggest limiting factors is
their ability to get a missionary to live out in the villages. They
have sent teams to visit and preach in the villages or to conduct
camps like the one we did in the summer of 2006, but they can't keep
anything up after the camps unless there is a missionary in the
village permanantly. At this time they have permanent missionaries
in only two or three villages. The problem is both
finding financial support as well as actually getting people
to stay there, because few people can
hold out long up here in the
rude conditions of the villages in the extreme north.
The
Salekhard congregation
is now meeting in the building they have
been constructing. It is almost complete, and as I
understand the building work has drained their energy, but not taken
away their vision to reach out to the native peoples. It is a good
home base and they have a wonderful warm hearted congregation.
Anatoli tells me he is tired of
building the church, but as senior pastor he cannot get away from
it. He needs to see it through. Still, I am amazed at how much he
put himself out to help us
and help anyone. Anatoli
is shown dressed as the "reindeer herder" at the museum of native
culture in the nearby village of Gornoknyavsk which we visited. with
him.
On Thursday night I stayed at the church
to meet with the Nenets small group. They met to read the Gospel of
Mark, which has now been translated and gone through several stages
of the editing process. Work on the translation of the Bible in
the Nenets language continues. Eun Sub Song is a South Korean
missionary who is leading the work of translating the Bible. She
gives of herself very sacrificially in every way. Frequently Nenets
people, clothes strongly smelling of reindeer, coming out of the
tundra to take care of some business in Salekhard, call asking
to stay in her apartment for days or even weeks. She will not turn
them away. Every morning, except Sunday, from 5 AM till 7 AM a small
group of Nenets women gather at her apartment for prayer. Bible
translation work begins by 8 AM. She is pictured here at the far
right with the Nenets group in Salekhard. Second from the left is
Peter Khudi.
The
work with the Khant people has taken a turn for the better and
rather rapidly. As mentioned
above, Matt Honig has arrived to work on the Bible
translation through Pioneer Bible translators. Small Khant churches
or groups have been started in one or two villages. Boris
Ruskalamov, a native Khant whose ancestors were shamans leads a
Khant home church in the village of Vilposel. (See the photo of
Boris in front of his birth home, which was isolated from other
houses in the village, because the shaman's family had to live
separately from others.) Lyuda and Zhenya, also mentioned above will
start work in Lapkhari. We also met a Finnish Pentecostal
woman named Tina who has been living in the Khant
village of Abgort in the region where
she has been gathering people and preaching
the word.
Larisa
Zhukova from Narnia Center in Moscow joined
me on Thursday night. She helped me conduct a seminar on
children's and youth ministry and to plan for a summer camp next
summer in which a group from
First Presbyterian Church in Harrisonburg, Virginia plans to
participate.
Our departure from Salekhard was
threatened by a blizzard that began Sunday morning. Because of high
winds, snow and lack of visability, all flights were cancelled and
the ferry barges across the Ob River were shut down all day. Our
friends in Salekhard told us they would be delighted to have us be
stranded with them for a while longer. But Monday morning the ferry
was running again in spite of the high winds and snow, and we
floated back across the turbid Ob to make it to our train a full
fifteen minutes before departure.
I am hoping to make another trip to
Salekhard in the winter when the rivers and swamps are frozen, when
we can travel out to the tundra and the villages. We need to get
out to the villages to follow up with visits to the people we worked
with in the summer of 2006 and to invite children to the summer camp
we are planning.
Laurie and I have been encouraged by the
gifts and pledges many of you have made to support us in our future
work through Presbyterian Frontier Fellowship. If you have been
considering making a pledge, but have not done so, now would be a
great time to do so. This will help me to a better degree predict
how much support I still need to raise. You can do this
by sending your pledge to Presbyterian Frontier Fellowship at 7132
Portland Ave, Suite 136, Richfield, MN 55423, attn. Shelley Sheunke
or by calling at 1 800 720 4733 or writing to
info@pff.net.
If you have been wondering about when to start sending support, we
ask you to do so any time after January 1, 2008 but at least by the
beginning of April. My work with PFF will begin officially on June
1, 2008.
In the grace and peace of the Lord,
Donald Marsden
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Correspondence Date 10-5-07 RUSSIA We have been back in Russia for a month now. In spite of the usual daily frustrations we experience living in Russia, which seem to stand out to us more after living a year in America,to be back. I am very pleased to see all that Narnia Center staff have accomplished in the year I have been abse it is good nt. They have published books at a faster rate than in any previous year, and made great progress distributing those books both in churches and Christian bookstores as well as on the general book market. For the first time in its seven year history Narnia Center presented its books from September 5 to 10 at the 2007 Moscow International Book Fair, a large book fair in which the publishing giants of Russia present their works. The fair is held every year at the great exhibition grounds of BDNX, a fairgrounds akin to a World's Fair, which the Soviet Union built to showcase the achievements of their economy. Narnia Center displayed its books at two stands, one in a large exhibition hall as well as one in a smaller building featuring only children's books. I took my turn with other Narnia Center staff manning the book displays, talking with guests, selling books. Something that impressed me was the character of the people who actually bought our books. Many people glanced absentmindedly at our books as they walked by. Quite a few stopped to browse over our books. Some lingered a while longer, became interested, picked out a few books, and bought them. Most often these were a mother with one or more children. In a couple cases it was a grandmother choosing a book for a grandchild. In every case it was clear to me that the children involved, whether present or not, were clearly viewed as members of the family with rights of full participation, not second class citizens considered a nuisance, a hindrance or excess baggage. These were families where children count and are deeply valued. I was encouraged to see that these kinds of families were drawn to our books. It also gives me hope that our books will encourage families in nurturing healthy relationships and faith. In addition to displaying and selling books, Narnia Center also sponsored a number of other events at this exhibition. Among these were a master class for aspiring young (and older) writers led by Viktor Krotov, our most published Russian author. Following this class Viktor worked his way through the maze of people crowding the corridor to one of the Narnia Center book displays where he sat signing books and conversing with those who came to him. Narnia Center also sponsored a round table discussion on the theme "What makes a children's book a "GOOD" children's book? Every one who attended the round table discussion had an opportunity to speak into the microphone. (See the attached photos) At the present time I am staying in a guest room with Alexei Markevich in the educational wing of the Transformation Baptist Church in Oryol, a city five hours drive south and west of Moscow, where we are conducting a four day training session for a group of Sunday School teachers of the regional association of Baptist churches. Alexei is teaching a course called "Introduction to the New Testament." I am working with the students on one of my favorite themes - "The Bible and children's literature." In my recent letter I told you of our plans to make our transition from Russia to Virginia as I shift from PCUSA to work with Presbyterian Frontier Fellowship at the beginning of 2008. Our family council has met and made a decision that we will stay in Russia through the winter in order for Jeremiah to finish tenth grade with his good friends at Hinkson Christian Academy. This will also help me to lay a more solid foundation for our ongoing work in Russia with Narnia Center and with our ministry among the native peoples of Siberia. (More about this will be coming soon.) So we will make our transition to Virginia in mid or late spring. We are very grateful to have received news from a number of churches and friends that you are planning to support us in our new work. Please know that the work we have started with Narnia Center in publishing and in training leaders for ministry also continues to be in need of your support. We are grateful to God to have this opportunity to serve him in Russia.
Yours
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