We believe that the Lord sets us together as members of His body, as living stones. As we honor the relationships that He establishes, then the work naturally flows. We made a video to help people see and understand better what MIR is and work to which we’ve been called.
Many thanks go to Thomas Umstattd for making this video. He came to Russia and lived with us for a month, helping in many ways.
Olga and I have three young ladies from our church staying with us, Zhenya, Anna and Natasha. I’ll post some pictures of our ‘new family’ soon. Natasha works at Crimson Sails, a Christian children’s shelter. Here’s one story of the way the Lord uses His people to save the lost. This is from Street Cry’s update —
Dasha (in the photo at left) was sent to this Christian shelter by her district police station officer.
Her alcoholic mom’s alcoholic boyfriend attacked Dasha with a knife. She managed to escape almost without injuries with her grandmother’s assistance. With no time to even get dressed properly, and without a coat or boots, this young child ran through the snow and frost to the police for help.
As the police inspected Dasha’s home, they found a destroyed apartment, with almost everything sold in order to buy alcohol. There was no food and not only Dasha did not have a desk to do her school homework but she did not even have a bed where she could sleep. The court case began by denying Dasha’s mom parental rights. While the case proceeded, Dasha was placed in the Christian shelter.
Very soon, she received Jesus and began attending Sunday school at our church.
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James 1:23, 24 (NIV)
This verse came to shouted at me one morning recently as I finished up my Bible reading. The cares of the world were already infiltrating my thoughts, and I felt as though I had been studying the Word in vain. I had to approach the Lord all over again and ask for forgiveness.
What does it mean to forget what one looks like?
It’s absurd. The only time I didn’t recognize myself was after I got contacts and looked at myself in the mirror the first time. I had only seen myself in glasses for most of my life. I think one would have to be literally blind to not know oneself.
It’s sad. Being uncertain about one’s identity can be heart-wrenching.
It’s careless. I am not promoting vanity here, but not being familiar with one’s appearance may say something about character. Maybe it’s a lack of organization, lack of attention, or lack of purpose.
I believe that the Living Word often works in our hearts undetected. We don’t always experience an emotional or otherwise conscious reaction. Yet when we test our hearts, I believe we will find evidence as to whether or not the Word has taken hold.
The passage in James is talking about action. Good deeds testify about one’s faith. We could also talk about bearing fruit. But there are also simple commands in the Bible such as casting all our cares upon Him. Surely this also is an act of obedience, and a starting point for other acts of faith. If I can’t emerge from my prayer closet with an attitude of trust, perhaps I haven’t paid attention very well to what I’ve just read in the Bible.
Cute as a button:
Again, this has nothing to do with Russia, but it’s very sweet and cute.
I am currently in Estonia researching ministry opportunities for possible future mission work. I’m staying with John and Sara Russell, the founders of Street Cry in St. Pete who are now starting a new work in Tallinn. Olga will join me this week before we return to Russia in about 10 days.
A few days ago I visited a Christian camp, Camp Gideon, near the Russian border. We are hoping to be able to send Russian and/or Belorussian orphans to this camp, where American mission teams can meet them and preach the gospel without fear of reprisals by Russian authorities. Camp Gideon is owned by the Estonian Methodist church and has hosted orphans in previous years. We pray that God will speak to the hearts of people to serve orphans in this way.
Estonia is a special place — a mix of Russian and European culture, very welcoming to westerners, and yet a large portion of the population are Russians who were ‘stranded’ here after the USSR collapsed. Continue reading
After a nice drive from Russia, I’m in Estonia looking at opportunities for ministry. Yesterday I visited Camp Gideon, the first Christian camp in Estonia. It’s been owned by the Methodist Church since the early 90s and is directed by Artur Pold, a minister who is also a congressman (called a Deputy here).
The camp is very large and has about 800 meters of beach on the Baltic. It’s snowy and beautiful there now, and it’s sunny and beautiful there in the summer. Here you can see the Baltic sea just beyond one of the buildings. It is quite a piece of property.
We’re hoping to bring orphans from Belarus and/or Russia to this camp. Perhaps American mission teams could come and meet them here. It would be very good for the kids to be in an environment where they can freely hear the gospel. The cost is about $15/day for food and housing, plus transportation.
Probably the most important thing I’m doing now is establishing and building relationships with believers here, and I’m looking to see which of those relationships God is establishing closely. We want the work to flow from our relationships, rather than have the work define the relationships.
Over the next few days I’ll be visiting orphanages and shelters, and I’ll also be looking at some property that could perhaps serve as a summer camp and ministry center.
A friend from the States was visiting for the past month. Thomas Umstattd came to Russia to help us set up computers in the MIR office, establish encrypted communications with partners in Belarus (very important), and he also made a short video for MIR which I’ll post here as soon as it’s ready to go. Several of us had dinner and then were on the Neva river embankment a few nights ago. I took this short video; the quality is bad but at least you can get a feel for how beautiful it is this time of year; and you can hear that Olga was enjoying herself —
Here’s a view of the Palace Bridge opening, at 1:30 in the morning during the white nights. I didn’t take this video, but I think it’s nice —
OK, so this doesn’t have anything to do with Russia or mission work, but it cracks me up. Many of you know I’m a dog person . . .
The following was written by a friend (Kim) whose daughter (Katherine) suffered a severe brain injury. Kim is traveling back and forth from her home in Georgia and her daughter’s home in California —
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One thing I’ve learned for sure living in Tinseltown is that all that glitters ain’t gold.
The “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous” aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
I used to be envious of those people with multiple addresses you’d read about in Town and Country. “Mr. and Mrs. Anthony Astorbutt of New York, Palm Beach, and Nantucket announce the engagement of their daughter Abigail to Mr. Gregory Q. Gottrocks, IV, son of Mr. and Mrs. Gregory Q. Gottrocks, III of Washington, D.C., Martha’s Vineyard, and Paris, France.”
Or movie stars you’d read about in People: “Brangelina (or whoever) just purchased a $22.5 million villa on the Cote d’Azur. They also have residences in Beverly Hills, New York, and a 2,500 acre spread in Wyoming…”
Well, Mrs. F. Brooks Arnold of Athens, Georgia, Los Angeles, and Pomona, California thinks they might be crazy.
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As is usually the case, the reality is far removed from the illusion. The vagabond life is not as carefree as it seems. You can’t just call Mayflower and have the movers show up each time a change in locale is necessitated. Personal belongings are strewn across the country. In this constant state of flux, just getting dressed in the morning poses a challenge.
Throwing on a pair of pants in Athens, I realize that the only belt that works with them is still in Pomona. The shoes with the right heel height are in LA. In LA, I get dressed for church on a cold day, and go to grab my coat before running out the door. No coat in that closet. God only knows where the lipliner that matches that shade of lipstick is hiding. Probably in a purse in the pile on the closet floor in Georgia. And forget keeping up with little things like glasses and phone chargers and checkbooks. Continue reading
Montenegro was a part of Yugoslavia and is located in the Balkans, across the Adriatic Sea due east of central Italy. It’s a small country (pop. 650,000) with only about 200 protestant believers.
Stoneworks continues to partner with the Brethren Assembly in Podgorica, one of only three Evangelical churches in the country.
In May, I’ll go with a team from the University of Georgia to do a variety of projects — prayer-walking in cities where there is no local church, running a four-day youth camp, leading children’s ministry meetings, teaching English and most important of all, building relationships.
Here’s a report from Vladimir Cizmanski, pastor of the Brethren Assembly:
Be very careful, then, how you live-not as unwise but as wise,
making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.
Eph.5:15-16
It has become a tradition for us at the beginning of the year to write about the distribution of shoe boxes full of Christmas gifts that we receive thanks to the international organization Samaritan’s Purse.
The difference this year was that we received twice as many as in previous years (20,000 this year). This project is becoming more and Shoe boxesmore important to us as we have more personal contacts each year.
This time over 1,000 children came to our building to attend our Christmas program and receive a shoe box. We were able to take the opportunity to inform their parents about our other activities such as Saturday children’s club, English Language course, summer camps and special events.
We have recently had twenty eight children coming to the Saturday Children’s club which is a great thrill for us. We are praying for this ministry that is so important for the future lives of these little ones.
Mike and Olga Cantrell 