Things are really picking up. My group at the University has begun and I am really optimistic that it will grow into a meaningful way to reach the lives of the students with the Gospel. Please join me in praying for the best way to do this whilst still faithfully fulfilling my other commitments, that God will open His door when He is ready and I will know when that is. I feel at the moment that I ought to take it slow and build relationships, through which my faith can bleed all over them. I can't help it that I have an open wound.
It has gotten awful snowy the last few days, and I've got some nice pictures of the Concrete Jungle named Drevlanka. Drevlanka is the "suburban" part of town which like American suburbs like Eagan, my hometown, it is away from the city center and people started to build it up in the 80's. The only difference is everything else. These are the concrete block apartments everybody always talks about. Every building is practically identical, with every apartment similar, everybody fitting into this nice little box that would make a Manhattan economy-sized apartment seem like a cathedral. These buildings in particular were the last projects planned by the Brezhnev regime and the Soviets built very few buildings after that. As a note of interest, there is a common New Year's movie here where I guy goes on a bender in Moscow (where he lives), gets on a plane to St. Petersburg, tells the taxi to go to his Moscow address, and he is dropped off at an identical apartment building with the same street name and number as his Moscow address, only it's St. Petersburg. To make matters worse, the lobby is the same, the elevator is the same, and, get this, his key even works in the lock. He goes in, falls asleep on what he thinks is his own bed (all the furniture was the same too - Soviet mass production) and he just happened to be there just before the owner's husband-to-be came by for New Year's dinner. Behold, the wonders of mass-production!
And just when you thought I couldn't come up with anything more to surprise you, see the picture below. What is wrong with this picture, folks? 
Hmmm, that car has a lot of snow on it. Yes, it has definitely been there all winter. Abandoned car. But why the Wrangler crate on top? Is it a company car? Oh, you might think that, until you go over to look and find out that the wrangler crate has recently smashed through the roof of the car. How or why this happened, we can only guess. Perhaps the car was formerly owned by Levi-Strauss? Is this a vain attempt to plug a leak in the roof? Was the little Dutch-boy's finger too small this time?
No matter what the cause, I think we all must take a moment and contemplate in awe the magnitude of Russian ingenuity. No other people would dare take absurdity so far as this. Russia, we salute you.
Sincerely,
Peter
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