Nikki in Romania

Thursday, June 23, 2005

My Light on the Road to Damascus

(This article will be published in NEWS FROM THE PEWS this month)

I don’t know how firm a believer you are in epiphany’s or in hearing directions from God as clearly as you hear one from a family member telling you to hurry up in the shower. They are real – think of Jonah, Philip and Paul. Hearing God’s direction for my life was definitely no blinding light on the road to Damascus, but it was no less shocking and important. My road to Damascus was the upstairs bathroom of Dorm Eight at Redeemer University College and the blinding light that gave directions was the clear voice of God over the noise of a blow dryer.

No doubt there have been times in our lives when we have struggled with what we are doing, our desires and Gods plan for us. Often there is a sharp distinction – we know what we are doing, we have our own plans and we have no idea where God is leading us. Those of us whom God has given the desires of their heart and has living His plan for them are extremely blessed. I knew at the age of twenty that Gods plan for me was to be in a Christian university preparing to live life in todays society through a Biblical worldview. However as my second year drew to a close I found myself still desiring things that I didn’t have, and wondering about what Gods plan was for my life after I graduated. Now was the time to choose a major and work toward a career.


The idea of teaching was in the back of my mind, partly because I thought I might like it, and party because certain people ingrained it into my head that I would be a good teacher. I reflected on that career for a while. I looked back at the years I spent teaching Sunday school, doing children’s messages, teaching Bible School and working at camp. I realized that I did like teaching, I liked working with kids and I knew that for an amateur I was fairly decent at leading children and teaching them. Excellent – one problem solved, I would try to be a teacher.

But what about the desires of my heart? Psalm 37 says, “Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart.” My desire had been the same thing for two years, and for a long time I simply thought it was just a desire. Then a wise woman pointed out to me that perhaps because I had this lingering desire – long after it should have disappeared – perhaps it was not my desire but Gods calling. And so by the end of my second year at university I was confused. I wanted to go back to Eastern Europe and yet I knew God wanted me to be a teacher in a Christian School. How could these two callings work together?


That’s when I had my light on the road to Damascus. Quite clearly a voice in my head said, “What about a missionary school?” And so that is what I have been working towards the last two years, a teaching certificate with the intention of serving Gods children in an Eastern European mission field. I began applying for jobs through the Association of Christian Schools International and in April I was hired to teach grade five/six at Bucharest Christian Academy in Romania. BCA provides Christ-centered education and extra-curricular activities to three main groups of children: children of missionaries, children of expatriates living in Romania and Christian children from the surrounding community who can speak English.

I hope that while I am teaching overseas you will keep me in your thoughts and pray for me, the school, the students and fellow staff members. Leaving my life here in Canada will be difficult but I am up for the challenge and looking forward to it. At this time I also need to take the opportunity to explain that my position at Bucharest Christian Academy is considered a missionary position and I am required to support myself financially. I pray that you will consider supporting me financially (cheques can be made to the Clinton Christian Reformed Church – Nikki Gerrits). It will cost me approximately $250 per week to live in Romania and about $2000 to travel there. It seems like a large lump sum but I am trying to put it in perspective – very few people live off of $1000 a month and if I can find 300 people willing to support me with a (tax-deductible) donation of $50 I will be able to serve in the mission field. Please consider it.

I am very excited about this position! I have been working hard preparing for my class, laminating everything I can, purchasing books and planning my life while living overseas. God has been faithful in providing me with this opportunity and although there are times I worry about different things I know that this is Gods plan for my life and I am excited to go and do it!

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Tuesday, June 07, 2005

A Tribute to Long Drives

Today my family went to London,
To bring my Dad to the airport,
He's moving to British Colombia today,
My family is following later - in July.

The plan is for my Mother and I to drive there,
To British Colombia,
With my sisters,
To meet him and start a new life in Kamloops -
Its exciting.

We are going to drive across Canada,
From Clinton to Kamloops.
In our red van. Four women, two dogs and six 2-week old puppies.

We will have problems.
We got lost driving home from London today.
FYI - Its ONE STRAIGT ROAD from the Airport to Clinton.
It took us three hours instead of one.

Pray for us.

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Sunday, June 05, 2005

Watch Hotel Rwanda

Go see Hotel Rwanda.

This weekend after working very hard setting up my third massive moving-out of the province/country yardsale I found myself all alone and so decided to rent a movie that I was sure no one else in my family would want to see. Now usually I rent terrible (predictable) and yet to me wonderful- westerns. But I have really wanted to see Hotel Rwanda for the last few weeks and so I rented it.

The director, actors and crew presented this film very artistically (as much as you can 'artistically' present a genocide...) But really it was not gory or full of sex and swearing as it could have been. There was just enough present in the movie to shock you and make you upset but not so much that you were disgusted.

At one point in the movie the Rebels were about to kill a group of people and of course they were all screaming and shouting and crying and I stopped for a minute and my mind froze and I thought to myself - why are they so upset. . . It's just death.

Now don't think me hard or uncaring for I understand the gravity and wrongness of the situation but for a moment I put myself there - at the moment of an atrocious death and I wondered - - would I cry and scream? Because really, I don't have anything to fear. Death is not scary to me anymore. For a long time I feared death - not because I wasn't saved, but because I was excited to live life, to be here on this earth, to do the many things I have planned for myself. I don't think that anymore. Death really is not death. I'm not scared to die.

However, I would most likely not be able to handle watching my sisters, parents, family or friends die or be tortured. That is something I am scared of.

Think about it. Are you scared?
Go watch Hotel Rwanda.

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