Shqiperia!

It's 10:00 a.m. in Albania, but most of the people I know are still in bed- because it's only 4 a.m. for them! I'm six hours ahead of the world I'm used to (or the world is 6 hours behind me now?) I'm in a land where bread is freshly baked every day, where seasonal vegetables are always available in the street-side markets, where the call to prayer can be heard above the city traffic. I'm in Albania!
In the Albanian language, the name of the country is Shqiperia. Don't worry, all you teachers of phonics who may be reading this blog- q is not followed by u in this language. In fact, q makes the /ch/ sound! The language in only one of the fascinating aspects of Albanian culture. The people are very pro-American. As I type this, I'm looking out my window at my neighbor's American flag, waving in the breeze above his grape vines. The even have a street named Rruga George Bush!
I hope that you will be praying for the Albanian people. As I sit in church and look at the older members of the congregation, I can't help but think about the events they have lived through- communism, Enver Hoxha claiming Albania to be the world's first atheist nation, riots, revolutions, coups... and still they are faithful to God. Would I have had the same strength? At the same time, the church is full of young people, teenagers and young adults who will be the leaders in the near future. Pray that they would become mature in their faith and grow closer to Christ every day.
Also be in prayer for the missionaries who work here. There are many difficulties they face. Pray especially for those who are working with the Roma Gypsy people. These are the "lowest of the low" in society. Many morning on my way to school I see Roma children and adults digging through the dumpsters. The children do not attend school. Many mothers sit on the sidewalks holding their infant children, begging for a lek. The weather is getting colder. I hate to think of what the winter will be like for them.
It is a sight my eyes are not accustomed to. I will write more about this precious and very troubled people group later.
Thank you for praying for me. Sometimes I get bored and wish I could go to Mimi's cafe with my friends, but that never lasts too long. There is always something to be done here, even if it is just in my own home (I don't have a dishwasher... I am the dishwasher!)

Till next time,
Shelly in Albania :)