In some ways, they are like teenagers everywhere.
Intellectually, I knew they would be older. After all, it’s been at least 8 years since I was last here. For me, that didn’t seem like such a long time, but for a teen, it could be as much as half a life. So many are all grown up and yet not grown up at all. Something like 54 teens out of 84 children are being raised in the Village of Hope.
Of course, that means hormones are raging and curiosity of “other” is overwhelming. It means pushing at the envelope of authority. It means making lousy choices without thinking through the consequences.
But here’s where they may deviate from their western cousins. They are not married to “screens” and still know how to enjoy conversation and good-hearted game play. Most are devoted to God and understand the miracle of being in a “family” where love rules the day and compassion is a given.
And they lead in the church, from musicians (self-taught keyboard players and drums) to worship team and service host. They lead in prayers.
Posted on January 14, 2018, in Meanderings, Travel and tagged church, teens, Village of Hope, Zambia. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Yes, in the way teenage behavior is hormone-driven, teenagers are the same all over; but in the ways it is culture-driven, teenage variety is immense. An opportunity to re-think the ways in which your own children went through teenage with Russian roots.
PS: I love your writing.