A dear friend passed away earlier this week.

Ken Rundell was born in England in 1919. He lived a full and blessed life: he helped liberate concentration camps in WWII; he was a missionary for over 60 years living in Africa, England, Switzerland, Finland and Russia; he was a true servant; he was a gifted writer; he was a very humble, loving man.

Ken was a real inspiration to me and many others.

Michael Simpson, a mutual friend, took the picture above just a few days before Ken died; here is what he said about Ken:

You see a picture of the hands of a man who lived a full life, measured more in the impact on people than years accumulated. These hands prayed for so many people I know, and so many I will not know until heaven.

These hands welcomed everyone, encouraged the best out of every person, gave until his pockets were empty and pulled significant amounts of money from the pockets of others for the benefit of the less fortunate, penned more sonnets than Shakespeare, received whatever God chose to give, cared for two wives until their passing, and folded in the end to rest.

The first time I met Ken was about ten years ago at a prayer meeting. He was 80 years old. He prayed, ‘Lord, I give the next ten years of my life to bring the gospel light to Russia’.

After the meeting, I asked why he gave just 10 years. He smiled and replied, ‘by the time I’m 90, I won’t be good for much of anything’.

He gave those ten years happily.

During that decade, with him I traveled to Finland and around Russian Karelia, visited his home in Cornwall, and had great discussions over tea in St. Petersburg.

My last visit with him was just before he left Russia for treatment in England, a few weeks ago. His health was declining and he could no longer use his hands.

I was able to give him a shave, which he hadn’t had for a week. I remember, as I shaved him leaning close to his face, how he smiled boyishly and said ‘oh, that feels so good’.

As we said goodbye, he expressed how he hoped to return to Russia. He was always looking ahead. Now he is in his eternal home.

Ken Rundell, we rejoice in your life.

Below are a couple of notes from friends, received just today. The first is from Titus Hannum, missionary in Russia.

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Kenneth passed away in the wee hours of the morning yesterday [Monday] in England.

I heard about it yesterday from one of his helpers here, Dasha. Then I called Michael Simpson to sympathize together with him and Susan, since they were close to Kenneth. They just returned to Russia very recently.

It turns out that they passed through England on their way here last weekend and were able to spend some quality time with him then. They could tell, however, that he was getting ready to leave this world, and were able to talk deeply with him and also to help warn his son, who was away, to return sooner and get back in time to say goodbye, which his son did manage to do in time.

I know you two were his good friends and so Anya and I express our condolences to you, and thank God with you for his life and example.

We pray his family, that they may be comforted and that they may listen closely to all that God is lovingly communicating to them at this time.

For your edification, I am forwarding Michael Simpson’s letter about Kenneth below…

Blessings,
Titus and Anya

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Subject: The hands of a man with a life well lived
Date: Tue, 9 Mar 2010 20:55:29 +0300

All of you in this email have either personally known, or through our stories, might have wished you had known Kenneth Rundell. He moved on to his true home Monday night. Our loving Father was so kind as to allow us to be at his side in Cornwall in south England just 3 days before. Because of our visit, his family became aware of how quickly he was fading, allowing one of his two sons to also visit and say his goodbyes.

Kenneth’s mind was sharp until the end. This was a very specific answer to prayer. He passed quietly in his sleep, which was also an answer to prayer.

He died with the same dignity with which he lived. He died knowing he was loved by his Father. He lives today in the hearts of the countless people around the world that were forever changed by knowing him.

His strong faith, gift of encouraging words, and tireless desire to make a difference in the world through changed lives of individuals will live on in us.

I am missing my friend, though I am also deliriously happy for him. He is free now; unshackled from this world of limitations.

I will miss our morning porridge and afternoon teas. Most of all, I will miss his prayers and reading from his tiny pocket journal what God spoke to him that morning.

He wrote at least one thought down from his morning quiet times just about every day for 78 years. With an air of disappointment he confessed that he missed a few days here and there.

Attached [above], you will see a picture of the hands of a man who lived a full life, measured more in the impact on people than years accumulated. These hands prayed for so many people I know, and so many I will not know until heaven.

These hands welcomed everyone, encouraged the best out of every person, gave until his pockets were empty and pulled significant amounts of money from the pockets of others for the benefit of the less fortunate, penned more sonnets than Shakespeare, received whatever God chose to give, cared for two wives until their passing, and folded in the end to rest.

In the last days of a man who tirelessly worked to leave his mark on the lives of people, he was asked to sign a document when we were with him. He chose not to. These hands, knowing their time was done, elected to stop leaving their mark.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you . . . thank you.”

These were the last words I recall hearing from Kenneth. I can’t be remember if there were more after this, our final prayer together, three days before he passed from this earth.

These simple words of gratitude are mostly what remain in my memory. This short, yet complete prayer I had noticed increased in frequency over these last six years. It became my favorite prayer.

It’s a prayer I pray today as I think of the kindness of our Father to allow us that last time to smile and remember together.

Monday night he left us all. I hesitated to write those words. Kenneth not being here seems surreal at this moment and is difficult to grasp.

Mostly, though, I am thinking that what remains of Kenneth Rundell leaves me utterly astounded and inspired. For that, I “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, Kenneth”.

Michael Simpson

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The windshield of our van was broken this way (though the glass didn’t cave in), and the government workers made no effort to avoid the problem or pay for breaking the glass.

Ahh, life in Russia . . . .

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True Service

In his classic book Celebration of Discipline, Richard Foster devotes a chapter to the discipline of service, modeled after the radical example of Jesus. In the following excerpt, he contrasts a self-serving version of service with God’s version, urging us to choose the discipline that comes when we serve in Jesus’ footsteps.

If true service is to be understood and practiced, it must be distinguished clearly from “self-righteous service.”

Self-righteous service comes through human effort. It expends immense amounts of energy calculating and scheming how to render the service. Sociological charts and surveys are devised so we can “help those people.”

True service comes from a relationship with the divine Other deep inside. We serve out of whispered promptings, divine urgings. Energy is expended but it is not the frantic energy of the flesh. Thomas Kelly writes, “I find He never guides us into an intolerable scramble of panting feverishness.”

Self-righteous service is impressed with the “big deal.” It is concerned to make impressive gains on ecclesiastical scoreboards. It enjoys serving, especially when the service is titanic.

True service finds it almost impossible to distinguish the small from the large service. Where a difference is noted, the true servant is often drawn to the small service, not out of false modesty, but because he genuinely sees it as the more important task. He indiscriminately welcomes all opportunities to serve.

Self-righteous service requires external rewards. It needs to know that people see and appreciate the effort. It seeks human applause-with proper religious modesty of course.

True service rests contented in hiddenness. It does not fear the lights and blare of attention, but it does not seek them either. Since it is living out of a new Center of reference, the divine nod of approval is completely sufficient.

Self-righteous service is highly concerned about results. It eagerly waits to see if the person served will reciprocate in kind. It becomes bitter when the results fall below expectations. True service is free of the need to calculate results. It delights only in the service. It can serve enemies as freely as friends.

Self-righteous service picks and chooses whom to serve.  Sometimes the high and powerful are served because that will ensure a certain advantage. Sometimes the low and defenseless are served because that will ensure a humble image.

True service is indiscriminate in its ministry. It has heard the command of Jesus to be the “servant of all” (Mark 9:35). Brother Francis of Assisi notes in a letter, “Being the servant of all, I am bound to serve all and to administer the balm-bearing words of my lord.”

Self-righteous service is affected by moods and whims. It can serve only when there is a “feeling” to serve (”moved by the Spirit” as we say). Ill health or inadequate sleep controls the desire to serve. True service ministers simply and faithfully because there is a need. It knows that the “feeling to serve” can often be a hindrance to true service. The service disciplines the feelings rather than allowing the feeling to control the service.

Self-righteous service is insensitive. It insists on meeting the need even when to do so would be destructive. It demands the opportunity to help. True service can withhold the service as freely as perform it. It can listen with tenderness and patience before acting. It can serve by waiting in silence. “They also serve who only stand and wait.”

Self-righteous service fractures community. In the final analysis, once all the religious trappings are removed, it centers in the glorification of the individual. Therefore it puts others into its debt and becomes one of the most subtle and destructive forms of manipulation known.

True service builds community. It quietly and unpretentiously goes about caring for the needs of others. It draws, binds, heals, builds.

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About 10 days ago, Olga and I began a road trip from St. Petersburg, Russia to visit Stoneworks ministry sites in eastern and central Europe.  Stoneworks continues to expand, and it’s an honor to be able to visit so many wonderful people that God has put together as ‘living stones’ (1 Peter 2:5).

Our first stop was in Minsk, Belarus where we visited with our ministry Spring of Revival.  We stayed with Yasha and Olga Goncharenko and had a great time visiting several ministry sites.

Olga and her staff continue to do great work under difficult circumstances.  They are very worthy of our help and support.

The highlight of our visit was at the Minsk Family Home. The young ladies who live there are doing very well, and Alesya (the counselor, in front on the right) is doing a great job.

We had a good meal together, shared stories and were blessed to have a good time of fellowship and mutual encouragement.

We also visited a foster family we support.  The home, for eleven children, is in a small village 30 minutes from Minsk.

We had a great meal there (this is a theme of our travels), and saw some of the pigs we bought for them. We’re now helping purchase a cow, and we’ve also purchased chickens and provided other aid for foster families.

From Minsk, we drove through eastern Poland to Budapest, Hungary after a long day.

The trip through that part of the world is quite interesting and the land is very beautiful, especially as we made our way through the Carpathian mountains of eastern Slovakia.

In Budapest, we continue to build a relationship with the Free Methodist World Mission.  I hope we will be able to place a long-term missionary to help the local church with outreach and youth ministries.

I had a good visit with the team there, and I am very hopeful that we can partner with them in the future.  This was my third visit to Budapest, and I’m feeling more and more ‘at home’ there.  And the Danube is always a treat:

From Budapest, we made our way to Serbia.  We visited our good friends Jan (pronounced ‘Yahn’) and Nada Dudas in Bachki Petrovac, a small farming town in the region of Voivodina.  Jan is an elder in the Baptist church.

I am hopeful that Stoneworks will be able to serve them in some way.  For now, we continue to build relationships as we discern how the Lord is leading us.  I was honored to offer the sermon at church, and I feel well-received.

We also visited the old town of Novi Sad (left), which is nearby.  I’m enjoying getting to know more about the rich history of the area.

Most of the people in Bachki Petrovac are of Slovakian heritage, and the church service was in Slovakian.  Everyone also speaks Serbian, of course, and many speak English; we also heard some German and French, and several people spoke Russian with us.  It’s quite a place.

From Serbia, we drove to our final destination - Podgorica, Montenegro.  The trip over the mountains was spectacular; we saw many dramatic waterfalls caused by the spring snow melt.

We’ll be here for three weeks, having fellowship with the church, helping any many ways, spending time with our family here (Olga’s sister just had a baby boy who is the pride of the family) and spending time with our missionary Christina Melton. I’ve been asked to take over the teaching duties at the church for the next three weeks, and I’m glad to help in that way.

Yesterday, I traveled to Cetinje with Vladimir Cizmanski, pastor of the Brethren Assembly. We had good conversations as we wound our way through the Black Mountains. This is the view we saw as we returned home:

The Lord has given us so much beauty. Of course, the places we’ve seen are beautiful, but even more beautiful are the people and the relationships He has established as we walk with Him.

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In 1940s and 1950s, right after the World War 2, Russia had to recover from the consequences of the Nazi invasion. Much had to be done, and as we know, to complete something you need to have enough energy. And energy at that time, as well as now, meant oil.

At that time, the known oil reserves differed from what people in Russia know about now. The main places to drill for oil was Southern Russia, contrary to the frozen Northern Siberian regions as it is now.

And the gemstone of the Soviet Oil production was the Caspian sea region, mainly the territories that now are the independent state of Aizerbajan.

Now it’s not clear who was the genius who first came up with an idea of getting the oil right from the sea bottom where it was still plenty of it and for this purpose to build a real city 42 km (25 miles) off the coast, right in the middle of the sea, but what we know is that this idea came into play and by some crazy chance it got support from Soviet leaders who leveraged it with the all the support the biggest (by territory) state could offer at that time.

What this meant is that in a matter of just a few months a real town was built right in the middle of the nowhere on giant steel beams coming from the sea bottom, from as deep as hundreds of feet down. And they called it “Oil Stones”.

And that was really a city!  Just one fact: the length of the streets of this one-of-a-kind town exceeded 350 km (200 miles) if combined. There were nine stored buildings, schools, industry complexes and fountains. Lawns with green grass and children playing ball. And all that is forty two kilometeres from the nearest Earth surface close!

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Olga and I have been very blessed by the great relationships God has given us here in Russia.  This was recently illustrated well.

We host a church home group at our apartment on Sunday evenings.  On Sunday afternoons, Olga teaches English to several people from our church.  In between is time for a meal and fellowship.  It’s great fun to have so much life in our house. The picture above is of the Sunday home group.

The next day, we hosted a pot-luck dinner for the workers at MIR.  Not everyone was able to attend, but we still had a good crowd. MIR continues to grow and do well.  Masha Oshkina (seated at right, below) is doing a great job as Executive Director.

MIR is now interviewing for the summer hosting program as well as preparing for other summer work.  We’ve added a new staff member, Tanya, seated second from left.

You may notice that Oksana, the orphan who lived with us, was visiting.  She’s going through a tough time, and we’ve been very glad to have her around.

On Friday, Olga and I depart for a ministry road trip. We’ll first drive to Minsk, Belarus to visit Spring of Revival there. I’m especially looking forward to visiting the Minsk Family Home.  From there, we drive to Budapest, Hungary for a few days to visit with friends and explore opportunities for ministry.

Then, we go to Baska Petrovac, Serbia where we’ll visit friends and talk about partnership in ministry.

After this, we drive to Podgorica, Montenegro, where we get to see our newest family member, Andrej, and spend time with the church. Then we return with another stop in Budapest before leading up a Stoneworks retreat in Tallinn, Estonia.

It’s going to be a full few weeks, and we have gratitude for the great relationships we have in so many parts of the world.

Jesus promised that His followers would have abundant life, and we are thankful for it.

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This week, Russia celebrates 20 years of….McDonald’s!

I would like to leave the fast-food (health) debate for the moment and comment on the culture implications. This kind of anniversary is interesting when looked at in the light of what was going on the world at the time.

1990: I was almost 8 years old and probably didn’t know that the USSR existed. And I barely knew what McDonald’s was, as I wasn’t raised on fast-food.

Meanwhile, in Russia, an interesting “cultural” exchange was taking place. I enjoyed reading the accounts in Monday’s local paper (Metro) about people’s memories of the first McDonald’s opening in Moscow.

They speak of the lines, the intrigue, the scent of a new kind of food. People who had worked as servers describe the pressure they felt, then the relief as the idea took on.

I don’t know exactly which characteristics of American culture are represented by McDonald’s cuisine: Convenience? Mass-marketing? Consumerism? At any rate, in some ways this was a little crack in the cultural barrier. Something that could be “shared”?

An interesting excerpt from Metro (Feb.1, 2010).

How many hours do you have to work, to buy a Big Mac?

-in 1990: 2 hours, 10 minutes
-in 2010: 30 minutes

-in 1990: average salary was 297 rubles a month, a Big Mac cost 3 rubles, 75 kopecks

I asked a friend recently what her favorite restaurant was, and she said “McDonald’s.”

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This video shows the winner of ‘Ukraine’s Got Talent,’ Kseniya Simonova, 24, drawing a series of pictures on an illuminated sand table showing how ordinary people were affected by the German invasion during World War II.Her talent, which admittedly is a strange one, is mesmeric to watch.

The images, projected onto a large screen, moved many in the audience to tears, and she won the top prize of about $125,000.

She begins by creating a scene showing a couple, sitting holding hands on a bench under a starry sky, but then warplanes appear, and the happy scene is obliterated.

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It is replaced by a woman’s face crying, but then a baby arrives, and the woman smiles again. Once again, war returns, and Miss Simonova throws the sand into chaos from which a young woman’s face appears; she is holding a letter.

She quickly becomes an old widow, her face wrinkled and sad, before the image turns into a monument to an Unknown Soldier.

This outdoor scene becomes framed by a window as if the viewer is looking out on the monument from within a house.

In the final scene, a mother and child appear inside, and a man standing outside, with his hands pressed against the glass. The final words are ‘You are always near’.

The Great Patriotic War, as it is called in Ukraine, resulted in one in four of the population being killed, with eight to eleven million deaths out of a population of 42 million.

Kseniya Simonova says: ‘I find it difficult enough to create art using paper and pencils or paintbrushes, but using sand and fingers is beyond me. The art, especially when the war is used as the subject matter, even brings some audience members to tears. And, there’s surely no bigger compliment.’

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Well, I had to be patient and wait five days for the pictures!  But today they have finally arrived!  I called my sister and heard a great news, that she is already at home with her baby!

She did say that she thinks him to be the most beautiful baby!  And to that she holds!  It is so much fun to talk to her and to hear her speaking of those little delightful things of daily care!

He is really so cute and sweet!!!!!

I am so tickled to just get into the car and go to her!  I envy those around her now who can be with her and enjoy these moments.

I should not complain though.  Mike and I are going to be the first out of our St. Pete crew who will see him and get to hold him and help Alla with her tasks.  She already promised to use me to the fullest!

It is a very new feeling to me, and when I first saw my mom after we got the news, the two of us just held each other close and could not stop smiling!

The Lord is so good.

I know I am not saying anything new, and (using the Russian phrase) ‘I have not discovered America’ by saying that babies are the wonder and the gift from the Lord.

But I think it is the first time in my life that I truly feel this.

And I am so happy!!!

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