The Weakest Link

Sixteen years ago, my family and I pulled up stakes from the land of Uncle Sam to replant and become rooted in Ukraine for a season. Our sending church entrusted us with pioneering a two-year Bible school for Messianic Jewish believers.

My husband and I were in our 40s. It was a huge undertaking in mid-life!

We had spent the last decade plus as pastors and leaders — very involved and committed in our home church. We served with an amazing staff of elders and had grown very close over the years. There was a tearing that happened when we were sent out. Although it was painful for both those who commissioned us to go and we who left, I don’t believe it was unusual. That’s what happens when you are in covenant relationships with others. It hurts when some are called away to do something important for the kingdom of God.

Despite the pain of leaving, we left in strength. We were serving and loving our lives, enjoying the American dream — that is the American dream from the worldview of believers and disciples of Jesus. He was first and foremost without compromise, but we still enjoyed the “fat of the land” so amply available in the western material world.

When I say we left in strength, I don’t mean we had arrived or were uber mature or spiritual. I don’t mean we didn’t have problems or areas of weaknesses. We were common believers whom God called to serve the body of Messiah in a church. We gave our lives to the Lord and each other, and we tried to be examples of our Lord’s sacrifices and commandments.

Sure, we made plenty of mistakes as ministers of the gospel, and we enjoyed a few triumphs as well. We prayed and planned and waited on God. And He led us through hills and valleys. A few things were resolved in life — and the main one being — we were on a road of knowing God  and making Him known to the world. There was no turning back.

Maybe it is not always true, but in general church leaders hold the place of being the strongest links in the chain — because they rise to the challenge of pouring themselves out before God and man, representing the Lord to the people and the people to Him. Often we were only a half a step ahead of the flock, depending on God for every move. We prayed for vision and played a part in making it known. Those were glorious days of growing as a team, worshipping together, and reflecting the Lord on earth.

Suddenly when our family arrived in Ukraine, I found myself as not the strongest in the chain but the weakest. I went from being at the head to becoming the tail — on the bottom.

In my mid-forties, changes in culture, language, weather, and protocol overwhelmed me. Ukraine experienced the coldest winter in 25 years our first few months there. Our accommodations were meager and insufficiently winterized. It was freezing. The food was strange. I came to teach, but found that I must become a learner in order to survive — much less teach!

This was old-fashioned culture shock, and it was typical. But for some strange reason, I didn’t expect I would have to endure much since I had lived in Israel for three years on a kibbutz in my early 20s. I had studied Hebrew, learned a new culture and job and had done it quite successfully. I lived in difficult circumstances there too — in a wooden shack and took showers in a public bathhouse. We used a public outhouse! I conducted my work day in another language, and I became a leader and instructed others in Hebrew!

I had mistakenly thought I had paid my “cultural” dues.

In the early 1990’s, Communism had just fallen and the former Soviet Union struggled to become a free-enterprising democracy. Those were years of  birth pains and suffering, much different from life under Lenin, Stalin, or Kruchev.

Communism had stripped the Soviets of their belief in God and trust in religious systems, whether Jew or Gentile. The vacuum of fallen government and struggling democracy made the people very hungry for faith, and more specifically God in the form of Jesus Christ. Those were glorious days of spiritual strides as we joined the ranks of numerous teams that flooded into the former Soviet Union preaching the gospel. Thousands came to Jesus and needed to be fed and discipled.

I remember those days as the most difficult of my life and the most rewarding. Each night my husband and I would fall into bed utterly exhausted, often bewildered by the culture, challenges, and problems yet joyful that we decided to go — even in mid-life with the unpaved, uncharted road of pioneering ahead of us wound into the difficult unknown.

We began the first Bible school in a fishing village 90 kilometers outside Odessa, Ukraine, in a Communist indoctrination youth camp. Much to our amazement, twenty-five eager students showed up. Another couple and their three boys joined the effort, so we were two families — four adults putting effort into pioneering the first Messianic Jewish Bible school.

Of the four, I was the weakest link. The cultural adjustments bothered me the most. I was shocked at my own reactions, even embarrassed. And… the battle seemed too intense, more suited for someone younger and energetic. The cold bothered me. Russian seemed much harder to learn than Hebrew. The people seemed like aliens, and they looked at us as if we WERE the aliens. In the small fishing village of the coast of the Black Sea, Myaki, some had never seen foreigners, much less Americans from the West.

I wanted to go home — even before our container arrived with all our worldly goods! We went days without heat, fuel, gas, often without water. We couldn’t even take hot baths and were reduced to old-fashioned Soviet washing machines! We hung our clothes on the line and they froze or soured before they dried. It was a real test of endurance, and I wanted to give up.

I was supposed to home school our daughter and couldn’t, because I was too emotionally distraught. She ran wild with the other three boys in the field everyday, carefree and happy to spend life playing instead of studying. I was losing ground and couldn’t get a grip.

I did give up at least once a day. My husband grew weary too, but he didn’t give up like me. Among the four, I was the quitter.

But I learned something vital. Although I was the weakest link, my contribution still became valuable. The others still needed me. God had still called me and felt I COULD handle this. I couldn’t give up. And in spite of myself, I stayed and pressed by taking painful, small steps. I continued to plant, sow, and water in the cold, off-the-beaten lentil patch in Ukraine, where God had place us. He brought a harvest beyond belief.

Now the MJBI has Bible schools in many nations, with Holocaust feeding and outreach programs, congregations, and humanitarian aid works. I can’t take credit, because I was the weakest link in all the plowing and pioneering, but God brought harvest anyway.

Life is funny. One day you can be the strongest in the chain of your calling or career or just everyday living and suddenly find yourself the weakest and ready to give it all up. The lesson is not to glory in your strength when you are on top, not to despise the weak —  rather remember your own limitations in times past. It is a sign of true strength and maturity to bear the weakness of others and see their value when they are not up to par or on your level. It is the best leaders who help the weak with patience and faith.

I am glad the other three had compassion on me in my weakness, urging me onward.

In weakness or strength, the work belongs to the Lord of the harvest. He will not share His glory with any man, lest we think our strength has won the victory.

And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness. Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me” (I Corinthians 12:9).

25 Comments Add yours

  1. Mary Jo Pierce says:

    Oh Bonnie, I wept. Written as only you can and taking me to my story of strength and weaknesses. Realizing “tests” look different for each of us and I’m so grateful to God HE trusted you to pass this one. Eternity looks different because of MJBI and HIS strength through your weakness. Love, Mary Jo

  2. Bonnie says:

    Thanks, Mary Jo. You and Bruce have strengthened us over the years.

  3. Steve Taylor says:

    This blog has touched my heart and encourages me. You and Wayne are very special to me. Because you stuck it out and did not give up, God was able to use you guys to help me fall in love with the people of Argentina and acquire dear friends like Marcela and Jorge. Thank you for being faithful and allowing God to use you.

  4. Bonnie says:

    Thanks, Steve. You and Andrea are such an inspiration to us. We love you and so proud of what you are doing in Argentina!

  5. Hilda says:

    Oh Bonnie, I read this and was taken back in time to when you were there and we would communicate by email. One email you wrote I kept for several years and wish I still had it….it was just amazing. Is it any wonder you and Wayne are so special in my eyes. God’s reward is obvious to you both. Hilda

  6. Bonnie says:

    Thank you, Hilda, your emails were such an encouragment to me! God used you in a powerful way!!!

  7. Imma says:

    Bon, thanks for opening up with the real and showing us how in spite of ourselves, God does something so sweet and amazing through us. You touched my skin and I know others. We are blessed by your life and the sacrifices you have made. What a glory story!

    You and Wayne are such great friends and we applaud your perseverance even when it was difficult for the greater reward.

    There is wealth of riches in your story for many to receive from now and in the future. I walk by your tree and see much fruit.

  8. Bonnie says:

    Emma, my hero! Thank you.

  9. Rick says:

    Great piece Bonnie! I fondly closed my eyes to remember where you were , having been there in Mayaki myself! Blessed to be in the Kingdom chain with you, but fully understanding the “weakest” concept! Rick

  10. Tracey says:

    I am sooo thankful that you and Wayne are my/our friends!!!! We both value your wisdom and input. We’re looking forward to March.

    Love u much,


  11. Bonnie says:

    Thanks, Dr. Rick and Tracey! Love being in the kingdom chain with the two of you! It’s an honor! See you up north in March!

  12. Kes Evans says:

    Bonnie, You are a mother in the faith. As a young missionary wife and mother, I need to hear your stories. Your writings are like treasures to us. Write on!

  13. Bonnie says:

    Kes, thank you! Love you and Jahi and family so much. Looking forward to seeing you here for Summer’s wedding!

  14. Bonnie, You continue to communicate and impart encouragement, strength and hope! Thank you for who you are. Wow! Such a warrior– leader–hero– life-giver–friend.

    1. Bonnie says:

      Pastor Jon, thank you for your constant encouragement! We are so grateful for your input into our lives.

  15. Wayne says:

    Bonnie, while I appreciate your heart, I see the many other ways where you are not the weakest link. In many ways, you held (hold) us together :). Your admiring hubby.

    1. Bonnie says:

      Awww, shucks! Love you sweetheart!

  16. Rhonda says:

    Wow, no wonder you and Wayne are such encouragers. You just never know where other people have walked. Sometimes we hear so much about being overcomers that we can become discouraged when we are barely holding on. Thank you for this.

    1. Bonnie says:

      Rhonda, thanks for dropping by and leaving a comment. You guys have been such encouragers to us — always urging us on. Thank you so much!

  17. Bonnie, I LOVE your transparency about a difficult season in your life/ministry. So often, we only hear about the mountain top experiences of those we admire and wonder why we are in a valley. It’s so good to know that in our weakness He indeed can show His strength. Kudos to you and Wayne for your faithful contributions to the body of Christ.

    1. Bonnie says:

      Karen, thanks so much for stopping by and leaving a comment. I really appreciate it. You are an inspiration to me! Thank you!

  18. Ann Cicur says:

    Bonnie, you are amazing! Thank you for being so real! Your writings are so encouraging. When we are going through the pruning/stripping process, it is hard to see how it is accomplishing anything good in our lives but you are living proof of the fruit that it brings. Love you!

    1. Bonnie says:

      Thank you, Ann! Well we are senders and goers together. Oh how we need each other. We are so grateful for you and John and your encouragement through the years.

  19. Margie says:

    This brought me to tears. We are so proud of your perseverance —And Wayne’s too—AND Julia’s—as well. We are so pleased how God has used —and is using all three of you for His Kingdom. I agree with one comment. You are not the weakest link–but a very strong one—or you could not have overcome those obstacles.

  20. Carol Adams says:

    As usual, from the depths of your heart. You are always such an inspiration.

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