by Linda Slaton
My Father is glorified in this, that you bear much fruit. ~ Jesus, Jn 15:8
In late July a team of ten Americans and one Brit arrived in a quaint and colorful village tucked into the mountains south of Wroclaw. Our mission: to conduct a language camp for professional Polish women and to glorify the Father by bearing much fruit. Under the leadership of Ruth Kowalczuk of Poland, a youthful 80-something, and Rebecca LeMaster, an expat from Little Rock, a fine-tuned instrument for God’s work has been crafted over a 15-year period. In a land clothed
with natural and architectural beauty, LeAnn Winter, Mary Lazenby, Ann Blair and I, all from Fellowship, witnessed God at work. Some of the 25 Polish women were regulars to the camp, others were newcomers, but all came hungry for what we were serving up–English lessons, sound biblical teaching, and, under the direction of Ann Blair, dynamic worship.
This year’s theme was the Fruit of the Spirit, a fitting choice, given what we would witness among the campers. These women were serious about spiritual things. Eager to ask hard questions and dig deep into the scriptures, they poured out their hearts to the “native speakers” of English, an uncommon practice among most Poles.
One woman shared with me troubling issues in her family. Through tears and broken English she said, “You American are so, so open! It is not like this in my family. We do not touch. We do not say, I love you. I’m so worried about my children and also my mother and grandmother. They do not speak to each other.”
I told her, “You can break the cycle, Renata (not her real name). With God’s help, you can do it. After all, you are being so open with me right now.”
“But I can talk to you because I maybe never see you again.”
With a stranger she felt safe. And her willingness to be real with me cracked open the door for me to share the gospel with her.
Let that scene serve as a snapshot of what has been happening in Poland every summer for many years. Women are finding answers, genuine Christian fellowship, and yes, Christ Himself. God is being glorified. Fruit grows in the Polish hills. Beautiful, sweet fruit.
A highlight for me was watching the Polish women dance, especially when everyone danced to praise music late one evening. LeAnn, whose enthusiasm inspired us all despite the late hour, led and choreographed the activity. An observer would never have guessed that we were already worn out before we even began. After a full morning of classes, an afternoon hike –Polish style (read “challenging”), and evening workshops, we had every reason to be weary. But Poles love to sing and dance. As we were finishing the last routine to “How Great Is Our God,” the upturned faces and exuberance of the dancers overwhelmed LeAnn. With voice cracking and tears welling, she said, “Oh my. This is all too wonderful. We’re worshiping our God here!” Every woman there, irrespective of any language barrier, experienced the joy of glorifying God –in body and soul.
Did Renata open the door of her heart to Jesus? I’m not sure. But she did express a desire to do just that. She said she wanted to pray a prayer to that end –in private. After our conversation, I got a glimpse of her sitting outside on the back lawn, head bowed, with a Bible in her lap.
I can only imagine the ripple effect that God’s Word is having across the big pond. I picture His love and power flowing out of these women into their families, churches, workplaces and neighborhoods. Perhaps one day we will know with certainty how the face of Poland itself has changed because a few adventurers shared their lives and their Lord one week at a summer camp for grownups.