Easter Saturday - a journey through Smila

March 31, 2018

Easter Saturday - a journey through Smila

Ukraine has suffered a very harsh winter this year which has affected many of the roads to and from the various towns and villages that we frequent. It seems that a combination of poor engineering, heavy trucks and corrupt local mayors have combined into the perfect storm of pothole purgatory.

So, when Cyndee was invited to speak at a Saturday morning conference for budding young Christians who had signed up as leaders for upcoming summer camps, I wished her well. The event was to be held in Lebedyn, about 20 minutes past Shpola.

Cyndee had told me about the shocking road conditions I described earlier. It took her almost 2 hours to get to Shpola this week - more than twice as long as normal.

Of course, since it’s Saturday she kindly invited me to come along. I reluctantly agreed. What else was I going to do this Easter Saturday? Sleep in, think of Christ in the tomb, or worse in the midst of his descending into hell.

I always find Easter Saturday such an odd day. It would have been a lot more convenient for Christ to have been crucified on Saturday and then risen on Sunday. I wonder why he needed an extra 24 hours to sort things out with Satan. I’m not underestimating the effort involved, but it does make the Saturday rather awkward I think. 

Should I stay in a mode of sadness and mourning from Friday’s horror or should I be in a state of excited anticipation because I already know the joy of Easter Sunday?

To create extra confusion for my troubled soul, in Eastern Orthodox countries such as Ukraine, Easter is observed a week later than in the West, so technically it wasn’t even Easter Saturday yet.

So with that in mind, Cyndee, Inna and I set off very early on a wet, dreary morning, with snow still on the ground and no evidence of Passion Week, anticipating the painful road ahead.

As Cyndee drove, she told me more about this conference and the organizer. Pastor Sasha is a dedicated and convicted man of God who, along with his wife and five children, left the comforts of Cherkassy a few years ago to pastor the village community of Lebedyn.

If you are a regular reader of this blog you may recall a couple of years ago, we visited a poor, young widow in Lebedyn whose neighbors were trying to take her children away for having a cold and damp home. They claimed that the conditions were unbearable for the children even though they were only there at the weekend. We knew the family because the children stay at Shpola Orphanage during the week but go home on the weekend.

She asked us to help. Some money for her heating bills? Cyndee contacted Pastor Sasha and he visited the widow and brought a team to repair her broken window - in the name of a Jesus. The home was immediately restored to “normal” living conditions and the neighbors backed off. We were most grateful for Pastor Sasha’s willingness to bring this joy to a simple widow in need.

Today, our journey started out fine, not too many bumps and the road leaving the outskirts of Cherkassy seemed fine to me. I wondered what all the fuss was about. Cyndee continued telling me about Pastor Sasha and his great work bringing the gospel to villages who had no churches.


Then, we reached the town of Smila.

Smila is about a 30-minute drive outside of Cherkassy on the road to Shpola. It’s basically a few roads but it is the main thoroughfare for commuters and truck drivers who need to go West. I had visited Smila a few years ago when we took a team of high schoolers to visit an orphanage there. This is an orphanage for adults 18-35 who are either physically or mentally disabled. I remember this being a very challenging visit. It took us out of our comfort zones entirely and many of the troubled young people I met that day popped back into my mind, increasing my anxiety.

So, back to the drive. You may have heard that there is a conflict in Eastern Ukraine involving the Russians, Crimea and politics. As we entered Smila, my first thought was that the conflict had arrived in this village. The road we were on looked like it had been bombed by an aggressive group of local militia in an effort to block all the oncoming military invasion.Our little VW Caddy started bouncing from pothole to pothole incessantly. We could only drive at 5 mph to avoid losing teeth. We meandered across both sides of the road, looking for the best path but often even the best was a poor substitute. Other drivers meandered the other way and passed us on both sides. It was chaos! I was starting to lose trust that we would get through this.But we persisted. Cyndee kept telling me it gets worse and I started to get irritated. Why would she tell me it gets worse? Just tell me it’s almost over so I can feel better about it - I prefer to feel that way. But she was being honest and I started to realize this hard truth.

After what felt like a week of buffeting and bouncing, holding onto the door handle, talking about Dramamine and feeling my back starting to pull and jar, we left the Smila area and suddenly the road was smooth again.

We went through a few more small towns and villages on the road with equally bad bumps which made me catch my breath and reminded me of Smila. At that point though, I felt that I knew what to expect and I knew the journey was nearing the end. My fear in Smila was replaced by my hope of the destination.

LebedynDriving through Shpola town, I felt closer to home. We knew that the kids were away this week, but there was comfort being in a familiar place. We even saw Pastor Sasha driving the other way. We assumed he was picking up a few last-minute stragglers from the bus stop. I was a little sad that we were not going to stop at Shpola Orphanage.

We arrived at the church in Lebedyn 20 minutes earlier than expected and passed their well down windmill. We could finally relax. I noticed that we were the only ones there. We waited in the car for a while and I closed my eyes. As the time came close to 10:00 am, it occurred to us that nothing was happening. Inna called Pastor Sasha and he realized that he had forgotten an important piece of information - the conference was at his sister church in Shpola! This happens in Ukraine. Sometimes the most important piece of information is often lost in the details. Or lost in translation.We turned around and headed back to Shpola. A little irritated but actively reminding ourselves that we must adapt to the culture, not the other way around. This is sometimes a difficult mindset to maintain. But we were heading back to Shpola. We arrived as the conference was starting, but Pastor Sasha came out to greet us and was very pleased we had arrived. In Ukraine, you are greeted at church with the word Vitayu - welcome! We even had time to enjoy a nice cup of tea and a biscuit.I am now sitting in the church and writing this story. Since we left very early and endured the journey without a break, we expected Cyndee to be asked to speak any moment. But we waited 2 hours before Cyndee was finally asked to speak. It’s Ukraine! Of course she was ready! 

Easter Saturday - a journey through SmilaSince we started coming to Ukraine 11 years ago, we have learned many things. Mostly through our own missteps and random acts of ignorance. Cyndee used this experience to teach the young people what posture they need to adopt and how to represent Christ at upcoming Christian camps.
She encouraged the young people and told about the opportunity and challenges of serving. She taught them to be a “vehicle” for Christ. Christ uses his followers in many ways, and as Christians we need to be aware of this. We all have different skills and passions we bring to the world but the way we act and interact with those around us makes a difference to how Christ can use us. If we are busy focusing on ourselves, our Facebook feed or our Instagram profile how can we be present with those standing right next to us? Of course, we cannot.

We must be in the moment. We must focus on the children and show Christ’s love through our actions and attention. Christ wants to use us for His Glory, not for our satisfaction. She also handed out a lot of chocolate. These young Christians clearly love chocolate almost as much as they love Jesus. After speaking, we were served a simple meal of bread, meat, cabbage and potatoes prepared by the ladies in the church. A welcome refill before we headed home.

Of course the driving adventure was far from over. I took the wheel to test my driving acumen and to give Cyndee a break. Within a few minutes of driving, I hit a deep pothole too hard and too fast which blew out the front tire! Of course, I’ve changed tires before - but the spare was hidden away so it took some rough translation from the German manual to find it.

Just at that moment, while I was struggling on the side of the road, a car coming the other way beeped and I turned around. I was a bit concerned, but it turned out to be 4 young Christian leaders who we knew from Cherkassy who were heading to the conference we just left! Again, we knew God reminded us that he was in control even when things do not go perfectly. Even on Easter Saturday. They changed the tire in a few minutes, and we carried on our way.

Cyndee Knight and kids       Cyndee Knight

As I finish up, I was reminded of my own Christian journey. Years ago, was I ready to receive the invitation and get started? No, not really. I preferred to stay where I was. Comfortable, in control. But I accepted the invitation because something moved my heart. As I set out, the journey was pretty smooth – a few bumps here and there, but nothing I couldn’t handle. But then my journey reached “Smila” and chaos ensued. I was buffeted around, and I didn’t know where to look or whether I would make it through. I just heard that it will get worse before it got better.

Today, once we arrived (on time!) at our destination, we learned we were in the wrong place. Sometimes our plans differ from God’s plan, but He will help us find the right path, even if it means turning back. But He brought us back to a place we love. God does stuff like that.

When we reached the church in Shpola, we were welcomed and greeted by Pastor Sasha. He was truly excited to see us. He had good plans for the day and wanted us to be involved. But in his own time. God welcomes us, but His plans are not ours. He is in control.

Even after all those moments, we still had to endure a flat tire on the road back. But God planted people in our path to help us reach home.

But this is not just the story of my journey, this is the journey that all Christians experience. Perhaps this is the kind of journey that Christ experienced at Easter.

Easter Saturday
Christ has taken us through the suffering and pain of “Smila” with his willing sacrifice on Good Friday. But we have not reached home yet. Today, we are waiting to reach our destination as Christ is working in us to resurrect us, which we know He will - tomorrow when He rises.

Today it is still Easter Saturday. We are pretty tired after a much longer day than we expected, and in desperate need of a good chiropractor. We still have challenges ahead, things He wants us to do, to witness and to engage with our fellow travelers on this complex and often painful traumatic journey we call life.

Chris is Risen!  He is Risen indeed!

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