Author: teanna2day
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finding their sweet surrender
It is an early morning, pre-kawa (coffee) moment. We are staying in the apartment of Dave, Marybeth, and Makayla Giles and I have snuck into the living room of their typical Polish apartment to blog. The Giles live in the student area of the city just one tram stop from the Sweet Surrender coffee shop.…
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a little about sweet surrender poznan
Start your day with a good cup of coffee at Sweet Surrender. The sign greets you upon entering the cozy atmosphere of this Nazarene coffee shop tucked into a Polish community. A quick walk around reveals a varied clientele soaking in rich aromas of coffee, friendliness, and the intangible presence of the Holy Spirit. He…
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a language I almost understand
As we complete leg one of our two-step flight, Polish culture begins to seep into our bones. We left an unusually sunny Budapest for a short one hour flight into the capital, Warsaw. As Colleen, Jay, and I listen to the Polish announcements, our Russian-tuned ears can almost understand the beautiful Polish language but not…
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the great adventure: poznan, poland
My best guess is that only a few of you know where Poznan Poland is. No shame. No problem. But, consider this your invitation to become acquainted with a place on the planet about which you should know more. Over the next four days, we want to introduce you to Poznan, Poland, the Nazarene team,…
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waiting for words
Sometimes I mark time with a blinking cursor. Tucked into a quaint corner of the Europe that I love, I ponder what to write. What story could I tell? I wonder how to express this moment that bares down on me like an IC train in full motion. All of my senses are engaged. This…
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words
There is an article in Engage magazine written by somebody that looks a lot like me. Okay. It is me. And, though it may be a surprise to some who know me, the words that populate that particular canvas did not come easily. Like a skittish kitten, they pasted themselves to the corner closet of my…
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shades of gray
‘Csilla, my hair is orange.’ It’s not what you expect to say when the towel comes off for the initial unveiling. Nor does one anticipate your 7 year old son answering in the affirmative when you question whether his friend just referred to you as the ‘lady with blue hair’. If memory serves correctly, my friend…
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coming home?
When Alice fell down the rabbit hole, she landed in another world. All of us live that Wonderland moment as we come home to another culture. For almost half of my life, I have been making that once upon a time journey on both sides of the Atlantic.
teanna sunberg 