Dear friends and Christmas-types,

Thank you for all of your prayers and support – we need it. Good news this week is that our attendance for Awana last Sunday more than doubled, in part due to a couple of Christmas presentations I gave to 5^th grade classes. One child claimed that he had called five of his friends to get them to come – let’s pray that he calls them again. We really want Awana to grow and the program has been attacked by mistrusting parents, heavily restricting its growth.

As you know, it’s Christmas today, though not for me, since Russian Christmas is January 7^th. In fact, Russians don’t celebrate Christmas very much since the Soviets encouraged the people to celebrate “Novi God” instead (New Year) and Easter was always more important to the Orthodox Church in the first place. In any case, I would like to take this moment to remind all of the blog posters on stories on CNN.com that if Christianity really usurped Christmas from pagan traditions, then that in fact does not make Christmas a pagan holiday, unless the church was so inept as to unsuccessfully “usurp” the holiday, it would make it, in fact, a Christian holiday. As my business is not the “War on Christmas” which everybody seems to be getting so angry about in the states (I am often surprised by what people will write – on both sides). In the meantime, Merry Christmas (Not Angrymas).

Last week, Eric and I pulled out our guitars and participated in a Christmas concert at the Transportation University of Petrozavodsk. We played five traditional spirituals adapted from one of Bob Dylan’s favorite artists, Odetta (if you haven’t heard of her, Odetta’s Christmas spirituals are worth checking out). We were very well received and we rocked out, playing the songs as spirituals, bluegrass, and blues tunes. If we have more time in the coming months, we are considering recording these songs, so you can look forward to the musical stylings of Eric Debelak and Peter Bodurtha in the not too distant future. We have been invited by a group of Russian Orthodox Christians who hold Evangelical concerts to join them again for future concerts, so Eric and I are looking forward to those opportunities as well. Because we are American, play American styles, and sing in English, we provide the really interesting “Freak Show” to get people to come and sit down at the concert and then the Russians do the playing and preaching in Russian – it’s a really good system, so long as you don’t mind being the eye-catching gimmick rather than the meat of the ordeal, but hey, I am all about gimmicks, I have absolutely no problem with this, so long as people get to hear the Gospel. There were about 250 people there, a full auditorium, and they stayed till the very end, picking up 25 of the books the Russians were offering for free. The Russians are really great guys. Pray for their ministry (one of the guys runs an Alpha course at the main Orthodox Church in Petrozavodsk).


I wind up my presentations this Thursday, thank you for your prayers. I got into an interesting banter with a student about the merits of Nietzche – I am praying that she’ll come to the Christian Center to talk about it some time. I also met a student, the rare type that is studying religion and I’m praying she’ll come by as well, since we are the Christian Center Library after all – it would be a shame if she didn’t use us as a resource. Another highlight were the wonderful hand puppets created by a few 5^th grade students as pictured. Luckily, the teacher (pictured) was very nice and didn’t mind. Hand puppets are awesome.

Ok, that’s what I’ve got for now. Enjoy the pictures.

Sincerely,

Peter.

Picture time!

Dear friends and frogs,
I have received recent complaints that there are not enough pictures on my blog. Enough complaining! I, like such great men as Neville Chamberlain and Pontius Pilate give in! So, for those of you who prefer picture books to full-length novels, below are a few pictures that I think will satiate your ravenous hunger by presenting "Russia: in Living Color (or lack thereof)"



This is my bedroom. I fall asleep here at night and wake up in the morning. It is normally too warm so I keep the window open. There is someone downstairs with a loud stereo or television that stays on as late as 2am.



This is the most Russian photo I could find. This is what Russia looks like. It was taken outside of Eric and Liza's apartment some months ago.



This is what downtown Petrozavodsk looks like - one of the main squares. Despite the hugeness of the intersection (or maybe because of it) there are no crosswalks. Megaphone is the biggest mobile phone company around and -5 C is not a bad temperature for a walk, especially with new snow and long underwear.


This is another main square in Petrozavodsk, juxtaposing an old Lenin statue with the St. Petersburg style architecture. Everything in pre-revolution urban areas looks like this: Huge, austere, plain, intimidating, and light yellow.


This is how Russians have been building apartments since the Brezhnev era - with prefabricated concrete blocks. The upside is that they last forever - have you ever tried knocking over concrete? It hurts - the downside is that it is difficult to modify and properly add such commodities as outlets on outer walls (they are only on inside walls), sound insulation, controllable heating, ventilation systems, level floors, etc. This is next door to Eric and Liza's new apartment, which I think is quite nice.


This is a normal-looking market a short walk from Lyceum #1. No matter what the weather, the sellers are out there, the only variant being the products available and the layers worn by the merchants. You'll see in the background a new Orthodox Church, as well as evidence of evening. Have no fear, this photo was taken at about 1:15pm. That's right, 1:15. The sun is like this for about 4.5 hours a day and then it's night. I am becoming nocturnal very quickly.


What is this? Do you see the duck with McDonald's arches for eyes? It looks like some sort of cloned child of Ronald McDonald and Scrooge McDuck. I need to investigate, if only to find the man who came up with this fantastic combination of McDonalds and Duck Tales.


This is "Blagaev Yest," the church I attend on Sunday. The pastor is a missionary from South Carolina and a really nice, intelligent, stand-up guy. I play guitar every Sunday and I enjoy how much time they spend praying during the service (seriously, each part of the service is divided by a sort of prayer time)


If you made it this far, you get to see me practicing my new skill: Beating rugs! Every Monday or Tuesday I go out in the morning to beat the living dust out of Vera Petrovna's floor ornaments. I will say without reservation that this activity is going to make me an unstoppable hitting machine when I come back to the US. Do you have any idea how many reps I am getting each week? Oh man, it's so great!


So there you have it, so many pictures that I will not have to do this again for a few more months. Please pray for me as I begin my rigorous Christmas schedule next week. I will have something like 20 presentations in a week and a half, so pray that my voice holds out and that we are able to both get some students thinking about God and that they might come to the Christian Center.

Until later,
Peter.

Wow, Nov. 17 was a long time ago

Dear friends and seaside resorts,
My last blog was Nov. 19th? That was indeed quite a long time ago, and I will have to apologize for my delinquency but the internet monster came to Russia and told me that one month was much too quick and efficient for me to receive internet access, and thus I would have to wait yet another week, though he was kind enough to give me the cord I needed, which I admit added some nice ornamentation to our living room.

Since my last post, I have given ten to fifteen presentations about Thanksgiving and Mary W. Shelley's Frankenstein and they're relationship to Christian tradition and philosophy in Europe and the United States. The classes responded quite well, especially the older students of the 10a and 11a English tracks, though I am a bit puzzled as to why none of them have stopped by the Christian Center as yet, since I have implored them to do so many times. Please pray that some of these students, the ones with whom I can best converse, will come to the Christian Center and become involved in our activities.

As for other events, on December 17th Eric and I will be doing a Christmas concert composed of Christmas Carols and old Gospel carols on two acoustic guitars and harmonica. We've really managed to blues/bluegrass-up the music to beautifully, annoyingly, American sensibilities such that our language will not be the only thing American about us. We hope that doing the music in such a non-Russian way will draw more interest into the words we are actually saying, at which point we have the opportunity to explain the true reason for Christmas (which I might add, is the first week of January, not December 25 like in the U.S. It's a Russian Orthodox thing that I sort of like - it's nice to have new years day before Christmas rather than after.)

My Russian steadily improves while, as the judicious reader may have noticed, my English has begun a slow descent into the prose of the early American literature I am currently reading. I think I may return to the U.S. sounding like Captain Ahab.

I feel very blessed to have so many people back home praying for me and I thank every one of you for your letters and notes of encouragement, as being so far away for even two months is arduous, especially in a place like Russia where even the sun won't cheer you up. And, I should add, the sun's lack of cheer here has little to do with the people, government, or otherwise (I am rather happy with these aspects thusfar) but rather it's truancy from the sky. At last count, the sun rises at 10am and sets a little before 3pm, though those estimates may now be entirely inaccurate since I haven't met the sun's acquaintance in nearly a week, for it keeps hiding behind such a thick layer of clouds I haven't the slightest clue where it might be. I will say, however, that it is never quite day here, for dawn skips morning and afternoon altogether and goes on right into evening, dusk, and then a very long night. I do not really understand what all the hurry is, but if Joshua were around, I would have him get that big ball of burning gas to remain in the sky a few hours, and then maybe get him to move it a little higher so that everyone in Petrozavodsk can go swimming and get a tan, two things only bears and wolves dare to do these days.

There, enough of my rambling on about the sun as a personable object, and more blog posts, and more prayers, both from me for you, and from you for me. I pray that God will bless you all in your work.

Sincerely,
Peter.