Easter Sunrise Service

Last night, we decided we were officially tired—I mean really tired-- of being in Ukraine. To this point, we had always managed to stay positive and find ways to appreciate or enjoy our time in Odessa. But, last night we ached to be home. We miss our three biological children terribly and imagine how good it will feel to hug them tightly in our arms. Then, came Sunday morning.

Michelle invited us to sunrise worship service in Shevchenko Park with a small group of American worshipers. We met her on the street in front of our apartment and hailed a cab. On the way, we saw many local people carrying baskets draped with colorful clothes. We were told the baskets carried Easter bread and bottles of water or wine. The people were taking the baskets to their local Greek Orthodox Church to be blessed by a priest. Or, in some cases, the people might be returning home after an all night service at the church.


At the park, we gathered near a monument—a tall obelisk with an eternal flame and withered bouquets of flowers at its base. The monument honors Soviet sailors who gave their lives during WWII and over looks the Black Sea. A marble bench surrounds the obelisk. We spread our blankets over the cold marble and prepared for worship. The air was crisp, the water placid and the sun’s rays worked their way through the clouds. The setting was serene. Hopeful. Just the right spot for a sunrise service.

We listened to the Resurrection story and sang familiar hymns like, “Christ The Lord Is Risen Today,” “Where You There” and “Because He Lives”. The happy chirping of birds and the triumphant peal of the city’s church bells added their praise to the service.

After the benediction, we chatted with fellow worshipers, getting to know each other over a thermos of hot coffee. We walked home, making our way over cobble stone streets and up crumbling steps, enjoying the conversation and company of new friends.

We were reminded through hymns, God’s word and the fellowship of believer’s that God loves us more than we can know. We found enough peace and reassurance in to help us get through 10 more days or, until we are home. Thank you for the invitation, Michelle!


Cargo Ships on the Black Sea.


Fruit blossoms in Shevchenko Park.


Walking home after the sunrise service on a narrow, cobble stone street.