Nineteen years ago (1994), around this date, I arrived in Ukraine for the very first time. I still remember vividly those first few days. While I won’t recount all of them at this moment, I would like to share one that stands out.
I arrived in Ukraine not knowing any language other than English. I quickly learned that in Lugansk, Russian was the language everyone spoke. This is still true today. So, on that first Sunday I arrived at church, I knew that I would not understand much of what would be said. As the service began, I stood listening to people singing songs in Russian. The Holy Spirit filled the place with such a presence that, even though I could not understand them, I comprehended their desire to worship the Risen King. It was quite an experience for me.
I love recalling that experience. It fills my heart with hope for Ukrainians today. That one day, as scripture tells us, every knee shall bow and every tongue confess, Jesus is Lord.