One of the most high and holy times I ever had in Ukraine was the Lord’s Supper service we had at the children’s camp in Kaniv. We were upstairs from the craft room that afternoon. Junk and dirty clothes were scattered everywhere around the room. Some people sat on rough benches, some sat on the floor, and many stood around the edge of the room. I gave my testimony that day, Pastor Sergei preached, and then we took the Lord’s Supper.
I had almost nothing in common with those people. We spoke a different language. We lived on opposite sides of the world. Most of them had grown up in poverty under the heavy hand of Communist oppression. I grew up with most everything I ever wanted, in the land of the free and the home of the brave.
We had nothing in common, -- but we had everything in common, because of Jesus.