Going Back In Time In 2002 I immigrated to USA at the age of 13. For more than six years, I've always wanted to come back to my homeland to see places of my childhood. This dream came true in December 2009. Without thinking I bought tickets with my brother, and after two weeks we flew to Belarus. It was such a comfort inside my soul to see my home again. There is nothing really attractive. Compared to America, it sucks in Belarus. But for some reason I felt a great joy inside of me as I was just sitting in a back sit of a really old car as we were driving to my village at night. When we finally arrived, it was as if I went back in time. Everything was just the same, nothing changed after we left, except maybe fences were different color. I used to walk those streets and everything seemed to be huge. But when I came back as a grownup, everything seemed to be really small. I could not get used to it. Houses, roads, everything just seemed to be really small. But besides just seeing old places and relatives. I actually got a chance to do something good. On christmas night with my church's youth we went to an orphanage, sang songs, showed plays to the kids, gave them lots of presents. Simply put a smile on their sad faces. Then I also got a chance to preach in several churches around the country. Was shocked to see so many young people fired up about missions. They have no opportunity to be a missionary, but they believe they'll get there. At the same time so many here, in this land of opportunities, never even think about doing something good for dying people. Read about mission trip to India. |