Something has been really hammered into me lately: the importance of language.
I’ve been going with the Pratt boys to an English club on Wednesday nights, and I just went to the corresponding youth-group night on Saturday. At the English club, kids come from all over the city to learn English just a little better, and then participate in a bi-lingual Bible study. Very cool stuff. I really enjoy that, and it helps me to learn Ukrainian.
Today, like I said, I attended the Saturday youth group… wow. We played a couple of games for about an hour and a half, and then we had a Bible study… all in Ukrainian. I felt so lost about half the time, and Alex (who was sitting next to me) couldn’t really translate fast enough to keep up with the study. I realized that I was missing out on hearing what was really going on in the lives of the Ukrainians and that I couldn’t relate to them on a deeper level… at least, not without a translator.
I am studying Ukrainian, but situations like that make me want to study a lot harder, which is a good thing until I start to get perfectionism (please pray for me on that one).
I sooooo want to be able to communicate with these people well! Jesus, please help me!