The scenery behind the train window gracefully flows left to right as I am nearing the city many people in the world know as Stalingrad. It was just as cold and the snow was blowing over the vast fields and Volga River valley back in 1943, when the Nazi armies were stopped right here and turned back. I look forward to meeting with the churches’ and teachers’ audiences of this heroic city (now called Volgograd) in the next three days.
Back in Chelyabinsk, Asbest, Ufa, Samara and Toliatti, over the last several days, my teaching schedule was so intensive that I can hardly remember how I was actually transferring from one event to another. Which actually means that these local pastors, missionaries, and university administrators were taking a good care of me–meeting me at the train station, driving me from one location to another, feeding me, giving me time to rest and setting me up for the next presentation. All I remember are their faces, their smiles and their excitement about what they were to see and hear: the Gospel with Evidence.
Well, there were also teaching times for myself when I was humbled and once again reminded of the love our great God has for each and every person…
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