Saturday, 20 October 2018

in Katy Rybackie.

Therefore Go...
Stop, rewind.
 I remember as a child we used to watch this programme in Kenya called Dunai wiki hii [The World This Week]and this is where I heard of Lech Walesa.
 As I grew and matured in my Christian walk [walk with Christ], 
knew Poland was in my radar as one of the countries that God had impressed on my heart to Go. Thinking I would go into Warsaw but the Master Planner had other plans [Jeremiah 29:11].

Two years ago, at my friend's four-year-old daughters party, I meet this lady who had a heavy accent and I thought she was Russian. We bumped into each other, again this year; guessing this was the time the Lord had made for us, we talked and to my surprise, we had a lot in common; she was a born-again Christian and Polish. She asked me... what I knew of Poland And I quickly answered ...Lech Walesa and the late Pope, John Paul who was born there....she was happy and saw that it set her at peace and we quickly became fast friends.

Her husband, kids and herself had relocated back to Poland and she communed between Gdansk and Cambridge. She asked me to visit but the truth be told, I was waiting to hear from God, the green light was given one late Wednesday night.

The beauty of this story is that as Iza, her children and I went to visit her mother in Sztutowie, I was like Abba can You give me a known tongue and let it be Polish[Acts24-5 She talked in Polish, and Iza translated. She Inquired about my holiday, to my surprise I told her that it was not a holiday. I did not know why the Lord sent/allowed me to come...we all looked puzzled but I guess the Holy Spirit was already at play. She reminded me not to forget to visit the world II concentration camp at Stutthof, as I waited for my directions.

We visited Iza’s mum the next day and we all got chatting over sweet black tea, about Africa, God, missionaries and BOOM... Iza’s mum started talking about her maternal great-grandmother, grandmother [plus her siblings] who had been Nazi prisoner’s in a camp in Germany, but this is where the story gets interesting, this family was liberated by Black American soldiers, who fed them. After liberation, the family was moved and settled in Poland. According to personal records found by Iza’s mother after the death of this grandmother, she had been supporting missionaries in Africa, especially some two children.

I sat there in a mess of tears, 
I cried for this grandmother I never knew but,
 how faithful, how God is God.

In a village where there are hardly any people of colour, but after nearly a century… Hope...a seed that had been sown had travelled the world and it had somehow come back to Sztutowie, Poland.

I pray today in the name of our Father God 
that our precious Lord Jesus guide our steps 
on a path straight back to Himself. 
And may the Lord increase your love until it overflows 
toward one another and for all people, 
just as His love overflows toward you
 [1 Thessalonians 3:11-12]

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