“Oh, goody,” you say. “What are we invited to?”
I’m glad you asked. And I’ll tell you. But first I want you to fall in love with these people.
I could jump right into a long list of admirable character traits to describe Ruslan and Zhanna, but let’s start with a true story instead.
We were walking up the resort’s main road toward a meeting room. But not just any meeting room. This was the room Zhanna and Ruslan had spent most of the day preparing, because tonight was the last night of camp, and that meant a big celebration. They’d set up a stage for the talent show, computers and a projector for screening videos filmed by four teams of special needs campers, and sound equipment for microphones and music. Tables had been adorned and food prepared to serve a lovely meal for the fifty campers, their buddies, the moms who’d attended the conference, and all the camp staff and volunteers. There was a dance floor where professional dancers would entertain, the moms would perform a dance for their children, and a gloriously chaotic dance party would break loose at the end of the evening.
Everything was ready to go right on time, and the wait staff was standing by to serve the meal. We’d all just finished taking pictures on the beach, and we were walking up the hill to begin the evening festivities, when we saw the director of the resort walking down the hill to meet us.
I watched as the conversation unfolded in Russian, but couldn’t understand a word.
The director said something to Zhanna and Ruslan. Her tone and expression were serious, so I was surprised and relieved when they both reacted with a chuckle. A series of questions and answers followed, but for all I could gather through vocal and visual cues, the topic couldn’t have been too significant.
Finally the director walked away and I asked what was going on.
“The power is out,” Zhanna said calmly. “It may not be back on until tomorrow.”
We interrupt this story for a brief Pop Quiz:
Question: If I’d been in charge of this camp and had worked all day to prepare for its culminating event, for which 100+ people were at this moment dressed up and waiting with growling tummies and high expectations, would I have responded to this news with a soft chuckle and a quiet discussion about options?
Correct answer: Um, no.
But this is who they are. And this is the sort of challenge they deal with on a regular basis. When you meet this couple, with their infectious joy, their playful personalities, and their unobtrusive yet unshakable faith, you’d never guess how much responsibility they carry. Ruslan is the head of Young Life for all of Central Asia, and Zhanna is the head of Young Life Capernaum (Special Needs) for the former Soviet Union.
Go look at a map and then come back and read the previous sentence again.
On top of all that, they’re raising two happy, rambunctious boys on a shoestring budget, made even more challenging by the fact that the local currency recently lost 20% of it’s value. In other words, that’s like working hard to save $10,000.00, and then waking up one morning to discover it had shrunk to $8,000.00.
And now? Zhanna is pregnant. With twin girls.
When she told Ruslan, she smiled and said, “God has a sense of humor.”
Right now, their family of four lives in a tiny two-bedroom apartment. They would like to sell it and buy a three-bedroom, but just adding one small room increases the price of an apartment in Almaty from $80,000.00 to $120,000.00. That’s a big chunk of change, especially when you live off of two ministry salaries and one of them may soon diminish. Zhanna has juggled motherhood and ministry great so far, but adding two infants to the mix? She’s not even trying to predict what that will look like.
And when you ask them how they’re going to handle all the changes and make ends meet? Their response is as calm as the one they gave the camp director when the power went out. They don’t know. But worrying about it won’t help. So they pray. And smile. And keep on tirelessly pouring out their lives and their love on these kids and their families.
I’ve never known anyone I admire and respect more than these two. Seriously. If the dictionary had an entry for “Salt of the Earth,” I’m pretty sure their pictures would be beside it.
So, I’ve been praying for them and asking God to provide, and in the midst of my praying, I had an idea that makes me downright giddy when I think of the potential blessing it could bring to them.
Which brings me to the title of this post.
What? A Virtual Baby Shower for Zhanna’s Twins
When? Right Now
Where? Your Computer Screen
And here’s how you RSVP:
First click here. Fill in the personal information. Scroll down, and check “Partners in Asia.” In the “Select from List” bar directly below your checked box, select “Kazakhstan Young Life,” then in the box below, write, “Virtual Baby Shower for Zhanna’s Twins.” (See screen shot below.) Add the amount you want to give and your billing info, then click “submit donation” and Voila! Congratulations. You have become the gift.
If you prefer to give by check, make it to Orphanos, write “Kazakhstan — Zhanna’s Baby Shower” in the memo line, and mail it to Orphanos Foundation, P.O. Box 1057, Cordova, TN 38088-1057. I’ve been assured that every single dime we give will go directly to Zhanna and Ruslan, so don’t think of this as a ministry donation. Think of it as a baby shower gift, and then give whatever you would spend to buy a baby gift for someone you love. It can be fifty dollars or five. No amount is too small. If we all give a little (and then invite our friends to this shower, too), we could buy those baby girls their very own bedroom.
Oh, friends. Just typing those words made my heart swell with the sweetest joy!
So, will you come? I hope so. And I hope you’ll spread the word and invite all your friends. Let’s sip virtual punch and munch on virtual cookies, and bless a beautiful family in ways that reach all the way to eternity.
Oh, and the end of the camp story?
Since the food was ready to serve, they decided we’d eat by candle light and then move the rest of the party to the cavernous, much less intimate dining hall. It wouldn’t be ideal, but it was the only building on the grounds with power. So they lit candles on the tables and lined the stairs with them, and we all entered a twinkling wonderland. As we enjoyed our delicious dinner, the power flickered back on. Everyone cheered, and the party proceeded as planned.
Only it turned out even better than it would have been. Because God has a wonderful, purposeful, amazing sense of humor.
When I grow up, I want to understand that as well as these two.