We are spending the last couple of days in Kyiv before returning home. The team is upbeat, but sad to leave. I think that we are all experiencing the shadow of short term missions.
We discovered that we were a Ukraine missions team 8 months ago. We met periodically to get to know each other, to pray, and to prepare to come to a country that none of us had been to before, except for Patrick, of course.
Two weeks in this wonderful country is a mere breath against the 8 months of preparation. “Where did the time go,” we ask ourselves continually.
Probably the most challenging thing is to leave behind the local contacts that we have met along the way here. Pastor Sergey called our coordinator Natasha today and said that he cried the moment he returned home to an empty house. Our translators far exceeded their duties and have become dear friends to us. Each family we meet expresses their hope that we will return to see them sometime soon.
How is it possible to have so much respect/care/concern for people that we have been around for a short amount of time?
Perhaps we are experiencing the greatness of the Christian family; with hearts, hands, and minds open towards one another, towards God, and towards others a dynamic fusion takes place deep within us.
Perhaps for a moment, we are beginning to see why God’s heart grieves when his people fight and quarrel among one another; we were not made for that. We were made for each other.