Toto, We're Not In Kansas Anymore...

...or as the Poles would say, "Wjskzdarski, sojygfdzlt no Kansas zchegski!"

(also, No Starbucks Here...or as the Poles would say, "Dear Mom, send coffee.")

It's pretty cool listening to the polish folk carry on a ten minute conversation and never use a vowel.  And, it's pretty cool to think that, cuturally speaking, sheetrock on the walls is a taboo, but it is expected that your exterior walls and interior ceiling will be covered in styrofoam...Willy Wonka, you could make a killing here!

But I like their style.  As Dick McCallen's dad used to tell him, "Plans [blueprints] are for people who don't know how to build houses!"  Well, Dick's dad was right, and church house plans are for people who think they need to get it right.  There's not much danger of that here.

We are doing our best with materials we normally don't use, construction methods we are unfamiliar with, and plans we do not control.  This is exactly what I love about mission trips, and I suspect this is why people become missionaries...God is at work, and we are never more aware of that fact than when we are "working out of control".  What a privilege it is that God would choose to bless us with gifts and then use us through those gifts to further his purpose!  Who'd a thought of that?

Friends, you have a big God.  A very big God.  We are here doing what we enjoy, and folks  are interested.  Curious.  This is not their parent's or grandparent's god.  Staseik and Faye are being used by God to show Jesus to the Polish people...Why would an east memphis girl go live in Poland to spend her life telling others about Jesus?

Truly we are not in Kansas anymore.

Fetchitup Zel.  bg