Saturday morning, I laced up my running shoes as I’ve done many times during the pandemic. Only this time I wasn’t heading out for a walk, I was on my way to do what the shoes were designed to do.
.It started small with only three people at first. The Bantseevs, Janet & Ilya and their infant son, Josh. An immigrant to Canada, Ilya was from Russia, so at least he spoke the language. But it was tough slogging when the Lord called them to plant a church in Ilya’s home town of Novokuznetsk…a city of about a half million in central Siberia (a four hour plane ride east of Moscow).
You become what you are committed to. Commitment may develop you or it may destroy you but it most certainly will define you. Jocelyn was committed to be a marathon momma.
Maybe it was the thought of a child opening a box, looking inside, and shouting, “Wow!!” Or maybe it was the idea that an RCMP officer would personally deliver the box to the child’s home. Law enforcement at the door in Nunavut usually means bad news but that officer would deliver an unexpected package of happiness. Whatever, we found ourselves in -33 Celsius wind chill going shopping for somebody else’s child.
Wakefield Brewster is a Spoken Word artist in Calgary, Alberta. To call him a poet or a rapper is to understate his ability. His recitation of an original creation sums up the situation for many who suffer, “I couldn’t see the lock so I didn’t need a key”.