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Imagine you are…..

  • abandoned at three days old
  • found in a trash can
  • raised in a Soviet orphanage
  • abused repeatedly by an adoptive father
  • found freezing on the winter streets of St. Petersburg
  • thrown in jail
  • beaten and abused by peers
  • forced to carry the body a young friend to the outskirts of town for burial
  • institutionalized

If I had experienced only one or two of these events, I’d break.  Fall apart.  IF I survived it, I’d need years of expensive therapy to recover even slightly.

My friend Alex lived through all of this before he reached fifteen.

Today, Alex runs a ministry called The Harbor, which operates transitional homes and life skills programs in Russia, embracing forgotten teenage orphans.

Alex’s unique ministry focuses on young men and women who yearn for change but lack the life skills to pull themselves out on their own.  The Harbor offers teens aging out of the Russian orphanage system an opportunity to break the inevitable cycle of drugs and crime and prostitution.

This week we were honored to open our home for Alex, welcoming him into our kitchen to prepare a meal and share his story for some of our friends.

We laughed a lot.

We used a lot of band-aids.

Mostly, we sat mesmerized that one human being could experience what Alex has experienced.   Enduring horrors no one should ever endure.  Watching friends die.  Burying them in unmarked graves outside the city limits just because they are fatherless.

But Alex proves that there’s infinitely more to life…Finding hope through hopelessness, laughter overcoming fear, love in the face of darkness.

Alex has reminded me that the global orphan crisis is real, but there is hope.  As long as we get involved.

Take a look at The Harbor’s website, connect on Facebook, or check out his memoir, Infinitely More.

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I visited New York with my brother recently.

Buried with work stress, I told him, “You’re in charge.  I need a break from decisions and timelines; I will just follow you.” We even agreed on a trip theme:  Meander.  We had no real schedule, no commitments.  Eat when we get hungry.  Stop when we are tired.  Watch people.

How did that go?  Not so well.

For three days, my brother set the pace, soaked in the city, and waited patiently for me to discover I was half a block ahead of him.  For three days, each time the gap between us increased, I heard “Meander!”  I don’t know how he didn’t just throw me off the top of 30 Rock.

I’m Type A.  I’m high-strung.  I’m accustomed to being at the front of the line.  I walk with purpose.  I know where I’m heading and I typically try to get there as efficiently as possible.  I am horrible to travel with.

If I had been with Moses in the desert, I would have been one of the complainers.  I would have been their leader.  “Um, Moses, dude?  Hand over the map.  There’s no map?  What do you mean there’s no map?  Where the *&^% are you taking us, then?”

It would not have been pretty.

Leadership is both a gift and a curse.  Underdeveloped or overapplied, it becomes a dichotomy.  It actually impedes progress.  Especially when I’m not the one that’s supposed to be in charge.

The weekend in New York ended well.  I settled down enough to relax, look around, even fall behind a couple times myself.

And my brother didn’t kill me.  Bonus!

Where You go, I’ll go.  Where you stay, I’ll stay.  
When you move, I’ll move.  I will follow.
Who You love, I’ll love.  How You serve, I’ll serve. 

If this live I lose, I will follow You.

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4:30 AM is for the birds. Actually, the birds aren’t even up at 4:30! But we were awake and beginning our long journey home. We scrambled for last minute showers and packing, finalized the huge donation piles in our dorms, and shuffled out to the vans at 5:00 for the 30-minute ride to the airport.

Upon check-in, we learned that our flight from Aguascalientes to Dallas was delayed by about an hour. Thankful that we had a long layover in Dallas, we weren’t too worried about this turn of events. We settled into the little waiting area, and many of the youth grabbed a quick nap on the floor.

The flight to Dallas was uneventful, and we passed through immigration and customs quickly and smoothly….so far, so good. Because of time and routing considerations, we were scheduled to fly next to Chicago O’Hare, and then connect on home to Fort Wayne. We all got lunch, found our gate to Chicago, boarded the plane and thought we were good to go…………but it was not to be. The plane had a mechanical issue with the engine that needed to be fixed before the plane could fly. By the time the maintenance crew got a lift over to the plane, the winds were too gusty to open the engine cover to repair the problem.

When they told us to all get off the plane and return to the terminal, we knew there would be no chance of making our connecting flight to Fort Wayne, so Mike started scrambling. Because all of the flights into Fort Wayne are small (between 35 and 50 seats each), our group made up nearly half a planeload. Twenty-one open seats on the next flight? Ha. We found nine seats on a later direct flight from Dallas for Fort Wayne, and grabbed them for Brad (whose wife was showing signs of starting labor) and eight other team members. The remaining twelve of us took our chances with catching a later flight in Chicago. As the flight to O’Hare boarded, we waved goodbye and prayed for our luggage!

Upon arrival in Chicago our fears were realized, as we learned the earliest flight into Fort Wayne that American Airlines had ANY seats on would be tomorrow morning….getting us home at about 10:30. Mike negotiated at length with the supervisor on duty, but learned that American could not rent us a van to drive home because of liability issues, so we were pretty much out of luck. After great debate, the team (with input from parents) decided to go ahead and rent a van and head for home. We hit the road by 9PM Eastern time, and cruised past downtown Chicago just before sunset.

The nine team members on the direct flight to Fort Wayne arrived home around 10:15PM, and the rest of us pulled in about 12:30 AM. We are thankful that everyone returned safely, and we are all looking forward to getting back together again to celebrate the trip, remembering how God blessed Dulce Refugio through us, and how blessed we were by them in return!

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