Friday, April 27, 2012

Berat!

Morning, from our balcony
Yesterday, we traveled to Berat.  What a treasure!  In preparation, I developed some information on the city so you would have some background.  I'll update you a little more over the next day or so.  Prayer requests - a sore throat has turned into a full blown cold for me (Sharon).  Pray that it stays with me, remits quickly, and doesn't affect my partners!   

Night, from our balcomy
Located about two hours from Tirana in south-central Albania, Berat is known as the City of a Thousand Windows because of the many large windows on decorated historic buildings which overlook the town.  It stands as a well-preserved Ottoman city (some think the best in the Balkans), with a lower town and medieval citadel.  Its name is derived from the older term Bel(i)grad (meaning “white city” in Serbian, Macedonian and Bulgarian).  It is also thought to be the site of the city of Antipater, and was known during the Ottoman Empire as Belgrad-i Arnavud (Albanian Belgrade) to distinguish it from Belgrade in Serbia.
Morning, from our balcony

Modern Berat consists of three parts: Gorica or "little mountain" - divided from the rest of the city by the Osum River, Kalaja - the residential quarter within the old Byzantine citadel overlooking the town, and Mangalem.  Berat Castle is built on a rocky hill overlooking the Osum River.  Even though considerably damaged over the millennia, it is still a magnificent sight. The buildings inside the fortress were built during the 13th century and because of their characteristic architecture are preserved as cultural monuments. The population of the fortress was Christian, with about 20 churches (most built during the 13th century) and only one mosque, used by the Muslim garrison (there remains only the base of the minaret).  Only a few of the fortress churches remain, many have been damaged over the years. Even so, the Cathedral of St. Nicholas is well restored and contains a museum dedicated to Onufri, the greatest of the 16th century Albanian painters.

A 15th century mosque and many historic churches can be found in the town, some still contain Onufri’s works.  Perhaps because Albania was part of the Ottoman Empire for so long, this Christian Orthodox painter was not known until the 1950s when an inscription was found on one of his works in a church building dating from 1547: “I am Onufri, and come from the town of Berat.”  Onufri’s frescos and icons are masterful; he was the first to introduce a shiny red color which the French labelled "Onufri's Red."  His works have a unique realism for the period and an unusual degree of individuality in facial expression.  Onufri's son, Nikolla (Nicholas), inherited his father’s painting style but was never as successful as his father.

Berat is built near the junction of the Osum with the Molisht rivers, below the towering slopes of the Tomorr mountains.  According to legend, Tomorr was a giant who battled Shpirag, another giant, over a young woman.  In their effort, both giants were killed.  The girl shed so many tears, she drowned in the river formed by them - the Osum.  The two “dead giants” remain on either side of the Osum as Mount Tomorr and Mount Shpriag.

The earliest recorded inhabitants of Berat were a Greek tribe in the 6th century BC.  It later became a Macedonian stronghold in southern Illyria.  When captured by the Romans in 200 BC, the walls were razed and the male population massacred.  Subsequent to the fall of the Roman Empire, the town became part of the unstable frontier of the Byzantine Empire along with much of the rest of the Balkan peninsula, suffering from repeated invasions by Slavs and other "barbarian" tribes.
Bulgarians captured the town in the 9th century renaming it "Beligrad"; it fell to a Byzantine Greek successor state in the 13th century.  In 1345, the town passed to the Serbs and then to the noble Albanian family of Muzaka when it became the capital of the Principality of Berat.  In 1417, Berat was captured by the Ottoman Empire who ruled it until the late 1800s.

During the early period of Ottoman rule, Berat declined, having only 710 houses by the end of the 16th century.  However, during the 17th century, it became a major craft center specializing in wood carving, and during the 18th century was one the most important Albanian cities of the Ottoman Empire.

As the Ottoman Empire was declining in the 19th century, Berat played an important part in Albanian national revival.  After World War II, it hosted the second session of the Council of National Liberation of Albania when the National Liberation Movement-controlled Anti-Fascist National Liberation Committee which became the Provisional Democratic Government of Albania, with Enver Hoxha as its prime minister and minister of defense.  Hoxha became dictator and remained until his death in 1985.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

OK, so is any day in Albania "chill"?

So far, I have forgotten what it means to "chill."  I can hear the first call to prayer this morning, the 27th.  We will go to Berat today... later, I'll post some information on Berat.  You may have noticed that I have had some trouble with the blog... I never claimed to be a computer nerd!

Moms in Prayer with Kathie (l), Rhonda (r)
Yesterday!  What a day!  We were up early (so what else is new?), had breakfast, and then took off for CRU - Campus.  We were to meet with Moms in Prayer.  There was a group of four wonderful moms who had been communicating with the headquarters of Moms in Prayer and have formed a small group to pray for their children and their teachers, friends and schools.  Kathie encouraged them with stories about the prayers for her own children and grandchildren which have been answered over the years.  And, as is so wonderful about Albania, there was quite a spread!  Including a cake without diary (for me).  How cared for I feel!  Then, off to meet with social workers who minister through a Christian organization to two women's (and one men's) prison here in Tirana.

I have had the privilege of speaking with one of their colleagues in the past, but she has married and  moved to Texas.  Since my conversation with Eriola, these energetic young women have expanded their ministry to include the prisoners' children who remain at home, often with abusive husbands/fathers.  They also struggle with how to help these prisoners reintegrate into society.  Sound familiar?  I will tell you more of their stories in the future; we were there to see if we could help them in their ministry.  They do have sewing machines at the prisons, and a seamstress to help train them.   They like to decorate their "cells," and so, these women, the feet of our dear Christ, are investigating whether or not I can go to the prison with them one day next week to make pillows.  If so, you must really cover me in prayer as I will be without Kathie and Rhonda and this is not an easy thing for me... having treated patients on the prison ward during my training.  I still remember the clink of the lock behind me as I entered the patient's medical ward.

But on we go.  We had a few free minutes, so decided to repack our suitcases for our trek today - leaving the Action Packers here with the sewing machines and some of our clothes so that we might be a little "lighter" in the van.  Sparing you all the details, we had figured out our mode of transportation to Berat and connected with ICA to make an appointment to deliver the sewing machines and teach about a dozen women there.  (One thing about Albania is that you must be flexible!).

Dori's finished and quilted quilt!
Later, on a trek to Dori's church to meet with her group and attempt to show them how to quilt, I got lost!  I have been all over this city all by myself and this is the first time I didn't know where I was. Oh, dear.  An hour later, we finally arrived, worked with them to adjust their machines, and told them what they must do to their quilt tops before we can "sandwich" them.  In the meantime, we started on the pillows. Whew!  Catching a cab back to the Stephen Center, we had an appointment to meet an incredible young woman.
Milena, Sharon and Migena


Migena is "just a journalist" with an incredible vision.  Remember those widows and orphans we are to care for?  Well, she is putting feet to that command here in Tirana and a surrounding community.  In the process she has met a few Christian widows who are coming along beside her, not only giving their testimonies as encouragement, but also determined to help somehow.  With her own funds, Migena has put together two meetings with widows, inviting two or three and seeing over 40 attend. While I will fill you in on more details about widows here in the future, their plight is very sad.  Apparently, it is quite common to be widowed in your 30s or 40s with young children; widows are often untrained and/or unschooled and cannot find jobs.  By tradition, they live with and are under the authority of their husband's father or brother.  Can we help?
Perfect dinner - Gloria Restaurant

Well, here is the really exciting part.  I woke up at exactly 3:11 am this morning with an incredible idea!  (At least, I think it is incredible.)  Want to hear it?  Sorry, you'll have to wait as I see if this is what the Father wants me to do!  Sewing, widows, prisoners - can we do something for each of them?  Perhaps.  While we must give them fish, we must also teach them how to fish - and I cannot go back to sleep with excitement and praise for Him - the One who makes everything work all together for good!  Please continue to pray for us as we try to finish this small sprint.  It is so good to be here... thank you for allowing us to do so in your stead.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A busy day!

When we finished breakfast, it was pouring rain.  It looked a little like rain when we got up, but by the time we were ready to go out, it was RAINING!  But, we had errands to run... so, what are a few drops of water.  So, off down the road, next to the market with "fresh water olives'! (They sell olives in barrels, with the rain, the olives were swimming.)  Down the "bicycle street," around the deserted, crumbling building and off to Vodaphone.  My last phone was lost in the throes of a trip to Spain by my daughter.  So, instead of the seemingly impossible task of trying to unlock my phone from the States, just invested in another cell phone.  I don't think I've ever had anything so disposable.  A dash back to the Center to meet Buci (Boosh-y), a wonderfully kind gentleman who would take us on our quest to find fabric, sewing machines and notions.

You can find almost anything here
Great used machines
We started at the market where you can buy just about anything you'd like.  It is a warren of small paths past all sorts of stores... we kept our eyes on Buci or we would have quickly been lost.  We did find some notions scattered, and lots of filmy dress fabric.  Next was a real find - a store with any kind of notion (I think) we could ever want - sewing machine feet, scissors, glass beads, ribbons, zippers by the yard, buttons, and....  It was a great find, and a good resource.  Then off to another fabric store.  Don't think we are going to find quilting cottons as we know them.  We can find blends that are more poly than cotton... and there is sheeting.  OK, next sewing machines... new ones???  Well, Kathie thinks there are better buys than the new ones we could find here... what about used ones?  There is a wonderful sewing machine repairman somewhere (remember?  I'm geographically challenged) in Tirana.  I got his card, and he does have a number, though we need to learn Albanian.  He had a treasure of older metal mechanical machines...  no, he was unaware of a decent sewing machine store for new machines.  Here's an entrepreneurial opportunity - anyone want to open up as a dealer for, say, Riccar?

Kathie and Rhonda, here for Women in Prayer
By then, the rain had abated and the sun was shining.  So, back to the Center and a "cuppa" as we reconnoitered.  Next on the agenda for me was a short nap - then meeting with Olta to discuss the five groups she has identified.  Then, dinner at Kolonot - the local McDonalds equivalent.  Our walk home was fun... and we walked through the area with government buildings, finding some old guard stations.  Skanderbeg was majestic, the area under construction last time is finished and planted with lots of trees.
Rhonda playing guard
Before bed, a review of the day and plans for tomorrow. 

Tomorrow the real fun begins - we start at Campus at 10 to discuss Moms in Prayer (both Kathie and Rhonda are affiliated with Moms in Prayer) with the one woman we know who is organizing meetings.  After that, back to Stephen Center to discuss ministry with a social worker in the women's prison, then to Dori's church for a sewing group, then back to Stephen Center to discuss the potential for doing something with a group of widows.  Whew!  Then organizing for Friday.

We leave Friday for Berat.  So far, don't know exactly how we will get there... a request for prayer!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

We're here!

Rhonda and Kathie at our early dinner - Stephen Center.
Good grief!  I hadn't realized that it is a few days since I posted!  Yesterday (which began the day before) was a little tough, but here I am listening to the morning call to prayer!  The sun is just peaking out over the horizon (I would guess, if I could see the horizon) on what promises to be a busy Wednesday; it is Tuesday evening at home in CA.  I've been awake on and off since 1 am; it's currently about 5.

Just a brief review... We got home on Saturday evening, and Berti and the girls had spent the day playing tag, I think, on the extensive lawns at Dallas Seminary.  After dinner, and much discussion regarding Islam, both the religion and how believers think, we hit the sack... that is, all of us except Berti who does a lot of his studying late at night (or early in the morning, depending on your perspective).

The "living room" at Watermark
Sunday we visited Watermark Church - a large, non-denomenational church somewhere in Dallas (if you know me, you know that I am geographically challenged).  It was beautiful, with lots of room to gather and visit, a pond (for baptisms) with rocking chairs surrounding it... a perfect place to meet and just talk.  The church itself is relatively new, about 15 years old.  The senior pastor is down-to-earth... and would fit in with many of our youth.  He is serious, and serious about the Gospel.  What a challenge his sermon was... on John 22:22 and following.  Go look it up!  It is an amazing passage.
Sara and Klea on patio before service

Berti, Adi and the girls took me to a wonderful restaurant with unique food - I had a pulled chicken salad.  Ever heard of pulled chicken?  This was with green apples and cherries.. I don't think I could reproduce it.  (My mouth is watering just thinking about it - 'course I haven't eaten for awhile, either!)  Then we lazily sat at a Starbucks and had "a coffee."  What a nice respite it was... hearing about the lessons the girls had heard that morning, talking about their future with them, and just watching the people go by.

The "pond" for baptisms
Sunday evening was preparation for the trip, more discussions about Christianity and Islam in Albania (boy, Berti and Adi have been so patient with me with all my questions - but it has given me a much greater insight into Islam in Albania).  Moreover, Adi helped me to "find" places in Tirana which might be helpful resources for sewing/quilting in Albania.

Then the grueling multiday trip - with relatively short layovers (a blessing) - began.  On the longest flight, I was next to a rather tall guy from Germany on his way home to spend a week with his family before heading further east - to China.  He was so nice, but each time he moved in his seat, both seats would move and squeak.  I didn't actually realize that until the lights were out, though.  Then, sleeping was a little more like dozing on and off.  So, by the time Munich arrived, I was already looking forward to a shower and a flat bed.

Munich Airport is strangely familiar... the table where we sat for a snack on the last trip, the long corridors running along the gates, the glass encased smoking room.  So far, so good.  Then the last leg, our flight into Tirana.  I hadn't realized it, but this flight was my first into Tirana from the States during the day.  The land was so green, the mountaintops were capped in white, the farming plots laid out like a patchwork quilt.  It was really beautiful!

Alban was right there!  He is so faithful - and such a wonderful and familiar sight.  Then to Stephen Center - somehow it looked very welcoming.  We settled in, had a shower, ate dinner (at 3), then took a walk-about to familiarize everyone with the "lay of the land."  Unfortunately, we forgot our cameras, but today we'll go back to a few places that seemed particularly beautiful.  We were forgetting lots of things by the time we got to the walk-about.  But, it is so good to be in Albania again!

Today we have arranged with a "taxi driver" to see potential suppliers of sewing materials - "dress" fabric, sewing machines, notions.  I think this sounded very strange to our driver, but he promises to consult with some people who should know where to find these things, and then we'll see what he has in store for us.  This afternoon, we'll try to find the places Adi told us about.  Tomorrow (Thursday), we begin with a meeting for prayer with Djana at the Center, then a sewing group at Dori's church, and hopefully we'll be able to touch bases with the International Christian Assembly to make arrangements.

Well, Tirana is waking up - I hear more conversation on the street - and maybe I'll try to get a few more winks before I "officially" get up.  Mirupafshen!      

Saturday, April 21, 2012

On the way to Albania!

Our team with Fern
This week has been a little busy, and I didn't get to blog as intended.  When all was said and done, we had two Action Packers which weighed in at 49.7 pounds and 49.2 pounds - the maximum was 50 pounds for baggage.  In addition, the weight limit for a carry-on (where all my clothes were, plus a few sewing things) was 40 and we weighed in at 39.7 pounds.  Don't forget that we also get to take a "personal item" for a computer, etc.  Instead of a weighty problem, we are having a weighty trip.

I must admit that it was difficult to leave SLO with the weather as it is... especially knowing that "June gloom" is just around the corner.  Golly, I wanted to garden with my daughter, take a walk on the beach, or just lay out in a hammock!  Even worse, I heard that I should wear my "heaviest" clothes.  But, I made it to Dallas OK, and was glad to have a sweatshirt... it was in the 50s with a wind from somewhere.

Dallas has certainly changed and is changing; there is a whole lot of construction everywhere.  Adi was waiting for me.  With all the construction, signage is less than optimal, but we made it home to greet Berti, Sara and Klea.  Berti is in the middle of finals and writing lots of papers right now.  When next you see him you really must ask him about Moses.  Adi is a marvel - she has decorated her apartment on a shoestring!  There is a very active community at Dallas Seminary and lots of things are passed around.  She scouts out the best deals, and is thriving with "loss leaders" at the local up-scale grocery.  The girls, of course, are growing.  Gosh, Sara is taller than I am now (along with just about everyone else) and a beautiful young lady.

The multi-purpose auditorium
Up early this morning to get to Waxahachie by 9... what an interesting name.  We are meeting at Lakeview Conference Center, hearing from Fern Nichols, founder of Moms in Touch (now Moms in Prayer).  Man, is she energetic!  We have also met, for the first time, our travel partners... Kathie  and Rhonda.  Kathie has all sorts of ideas to make things I think we can use on this trip, especially for a group of widows... I'll fill you in as we go.
A creek walk at Lakeview

Texas is flat, but beautiful - green trees, rolling hills (once you get outside of Dallas), and gentle breezes.  It has been a little cooler than I expected, but it is a lovely conference center.  We really should consider this center for the next women's retreat... actually, it would be kind of fun. 

I'll try to post tomorrow and tell you about Berat.  But, I'll have to play it by ear.

  

Sunday, April 15, 2012

So, exactly WHY Albania?

As you may know, GBC has been sending teams to Albania for about a decade.  How did we get involved?  Well, our church was looking for opportunities for short-term missions in 2002 and was directed to a project called the Albanian Evangelical Rural Outreach (AERO) by the long-time GBD missionaries, the Samlands (now living in Hungary), who were planning to participate.  This was an ambitious project initiated by a coalition of evangelicals in Albania to reach every village in their country with the Jesus film within a period of ten years.  While the project lasted 11 years, their goal was accomplished and people who remember that film are still coming to know the Lord.  This could not have been accomplished without support teams from across Europe, Asia, and North and South America.

So, why Albania?  After all, there are lots of countries with myriads of needs and opportunities for ministry.  True... and every person and every church body is called to a different ministry.  For some reason, the introduction to Albania provided by AERO has resulted in a persistent and undeniable tug for many in our church to return to and minister in Albania.  So far, our pastoral staff has faithfully helped to lead a pastoral conference each year (currently twice yearly) designed primarily to mentor and disciple the young pastors and leaders of the fledgling evangelical churches.  This effort has been instrumental in the formation of a national foundation of evangelical churches, and the opportunity to serve in other ways.  For the first time, this year we were invited to serve at a women's conference offered to the women of this entire foundation of churches... truly, a national women's retreat!

OK, so what is so unique about Albania?  Did you know that Albania was once known as Illyricum?  Is that region familiar to you?  It was familiar to Paul as he found his way there in the first century... see Romans 15:19.  In fact, how often was Paul in that environs - the modern country of Macedonia is to the east of Albania and Greece is to the south.  Remember, though, that current political boundaries in Eastern Europe were drawn by the British after World War I, and so Biblical references are most likely not synonymous.  Even so, check out a map and look at the relationship of current-day Albania to Asia Minor and Greece, and imagine where Paul might have visited. 

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Here we come, Albania!

Topographical map of Aegean peninsula. (from greeceathensaegeaninfo.com)

The topography of Albania is actually very reminiscent of California.  The eastern border is dominated by mountains, actually one end of the Alps.  The Alps start in Switzerland/Austria/Southern Germany, and then travel south where they split to form the Italian Alps along northern Italy (the Dolomites) and to the east they form the mountains of the Aegean peninsula.  See the large lake at the the middle of the map to the left?  That is Lake Scutari, on the border between Albania and Montenegro. 

Map of Albania from infoplease.com
You can see that the western half, or so, of Albania is a plain.  This is the breadbasket of the country... something like the San Joaquin Valley is a breadbasket in California.  Agricultural towns dot the San Joaquin Valley, as they do in Albania.  One of those Albanian towns is Lushnje.

Can you find Berat on the map to the right?  It is south and a little east of Tirane (or Tirana), the capitol.  Find Durres - it is almost due east of Tirana, then Lushjne south and east of Durres.
 
We will spend our first few days in Tirana, then towards the end of the first week we will travel through Durres and Lushnje (because that is how the main road goes) to Berat. 

Missionaries from our sister church in Kentucky reside in Lushnje.  Lushnje started as a rest stop during medieval times along the Durres-Berat road.  There, the Turkish widow Salushe offered refreshment and lodging for travelers and it became known by her name until the 20th century... in fact, it has been said that some old men still refer to it by that name.  During the Communist regime, there were a number of factories located here which have since closed, and the area surrounding Lushnje was the main district for Communist concentration camps.  Savra Field, about 2 miles from Lushnje, is the site of the first Albanian-Turkish battle in 1385 - the beginning of the Ottoman push to conquer Albania.  However, the conquest was not complete until the fall of Kruje in 1478 and Shkoder in 1479, almost a hundred years later.  Interestingly, during their invasion, the Turks marched along the Via Egnatia... now, where have we heard that name?
 

The most famous leader of the Albanian resistance, Skanderbeg, is a national hero.  In fact, the family banner of Skanderbeg was used during the resistance to the Turks and it became the flag of the Albanian national movement during the 20th century.  Perhaps you can recognize the two-headed eagle on a red field.

Modern Albanian flag
Skanderbeg began life as George Kastrioti, the son of an Albanian clan leader, Gjon Kastrioti, who submitted to the Turks.  As was the custom with the Ottomans, the sons of clan leaders were required to travel to the capital for military training and then were sent out to defend the Empire.  George was renamed Iskander when he converted to Islam, and then became known as Skanderbeg when he was administering a Balkan district.  Skanderbeg re-embraced Roman Catholicism and eventually declared holy war against the Turks.

Exactly what happened to the Albanians under Ottoman rule?