Monday, April 30, 2012

Break My Heart for What Breaks Yours

A few weeks ago, a girl gave me a copy of a Hillsong cd. Amazing how wonderful listening to Christian music from home can be. My favorite song on the disk, Hosanna in the Highest, has been played over and over again in my head and my heart.
Take my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like you have loved me
Break my heart for what breaks yours
Everything I am for your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity

As I make this song my hearts cry, God has given me my heart's desire and brought many opportunities for me to show His love to His people. A few weeks ago, TaPoeTu, a student at Shekinah, came to me after visiting his mother's house. "My parents have no rice," he said. "My mother told me to ask you for help. My brother has already left and she has no one to help her work." In a culture where I have to beg the people to let me help them, it was a delight to know that his mother recognized I could help her and let me do so.
A few days ago, a woman came to visit her husband, a Karen soldier who lives near the camp. She told one of our teachers that she has six children but is so poor, she can only feed them white rice and chilies. I gave her 300 baht for food. Yesterday I saw her again and was greeted with a "GwaLuggy Tharamu! (Good morning teacher)" It was wonderful to see her and her children carries bags of food and veggies. At the same time, I was convicted that I had no prayed for her when I gave her the money! The first time we met, I saw the Buddhist strings on her children's wrists (to ward off evil spirits). The second time, they were not their. Pray that God can touch her heart despite my failure to tell her more about Him!
On Saturday, I visited MaeLa refugee camp for the first time. It is registered with the UN so those who live there (if their names are written down) can get a bag of rice, beans, fish paste every month and one blanket a year-- which is not near enough to live on. It is sickening to know how long the UN has known about the suffering and does nothing to help-- not even to make awareness! Well, I will not be silent. I went with PahSehMo, our cook, her son, and LahKaHtoo. We went to visit one of the teachers from Shekinah, NawLahEh who lives in MaeLa during summer break. After a morning of meandering through the shops and exploring the camp, we went to her house. On our way we passed the Bible College that our teachers during the VBS had come from. They are wonderful, intelligent, and loving Christian people. I was excited to attend their opening ceremony in June. Not ten minutes after arriving at NawLaEh's house, we heard a loud CRACK. Everyone ran outside to see a huge black pillar of smoke rising from the Bible College. It was on fire.
We all took off running to help. One of the boys grabbed me and told me to stay back. He was afraid I might get hurt. I told him I came to Thailand to help the Karen people, not watch them suffer. He tried to stop me a few times, but eventually saw my determination to not just stand by and let me go. It was so heartbreaking. There were hundreds of people gathered round. Every house nearby was being evacuated of all belongings. Since the roofs are made of dried leaves, all the men were on the roof, breaking the roofs with their feet. The women were trying to soak their houses with buckets of water. Meanwhile dozens of men were beating the fire with shirts and blankets, pouring sand, pouring what little water they had on the huge flames.
After more than an hour of men risking their lives to save the Bible School, the Thai soldiers and fire truck arrived. That is also when the Americans showed up-- not to help, but to take pictures. I heard one girl say to a Karen girl, "I bet it will smell like campfire for a while, huh?!" and another man, "Well I've seen enough. Are you ready to go?" They didn't ask if anyone was hurt. They didn't ask if they could help. If they could pray. If they could give money to the teachers who had lost all of their belongings...
After the fire was all out and we made sure there were no injuries, LahKuHtoo and I talked to a student at the Bible College and asked about what was lost. Thankfully, all the teachers were at a wedding in another village so no one was in the buildings that were burnt down, but all of their clothes and belongings were lost. The student himself now only owned the clothes on his back and his computer. The 6 or so buildings that were burned down held books and computers and Bibles and food. I saw some people scraping fallen rice off of the ground. These people are poor and never waste food. I gave the student, Hser Nay Wah, 1000 baht for him and the teachers to buy some of their immediate needs-- clothes, hygiene products, food, etc. We also prayed together that God would make a way for the school to be rebuilt. If the funds and materials do not come in, they may have to cancel school for the year. Pray for the school called KKBBSC.
When we got back to Shekinah, LahKuHtoo had to leave us to live with his grandmother and help her at the house. He has experienced God greatly in the past 3 weeks he stayed at Shekinah and he desperately wants to be baptized and serve God. However his grandmother is a faithful Buddhist. He is her favorite grandson and she is set in making him a Buddhist monk. On Sunday after church, Mob, LerGay, and I went to visit LahKuHtoo at his grandmother's house. I asked her about Buddhism and her life in Burma and prayed God would give me an opportunity to share Jesus with her. He did and I was able to tell her about Jesus' birth, death, and resurrection. It was the first time she'd ever heard it. She is still dedicated to being Buddhist, but we were able to pray together, LahKuHtoo and I with her and for her. Pray that God touches her heart and that LahKuHtoo has the courage to follow God and be baptized- no matter the cost!
I tell you these stories, not to bring any praise to me. If God had not brought me here and opened my eyes, I would be of no use. I do want you to know though, my friends, that if you send money, most of it is going directly to the Karen people who need it most. Yesterday I was told about three Karen soldier posts near Shekinah. These men are so poor, they do not even have shoes. They also have been eating only broken, white rice and chilies-- not a substantial meal for a soldier. I plan on bringing them canned fish, coffee, and shoes tomorrow. (Coffee since many nights they are on watch and do not get to sleep.) If God has touched your heart with a love for these people who so desperately need help, please contact me or my mother. I have only about 1500 thai baht right now-- about 50 USD. Right now, my needs are provided for, but I can no ignore the needs of those around me. Please help. Please pray that God continues to open doors for me to pray and share Jesus with His people. There are many who do not believe. So many who have no hope. My prayer is to help provide them with earthly food, but let God give them the Bread of Life so they will never go hungry.

1 John 3:17 If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him?

James 2: 15-17 Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food.  If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it?  In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Home

Where to start...? It seems like there is so much going on, if I try to remember it all, I'll be on the computer for days!
Nina, my cousin, has been with me for the past 2 weeks and it has been WONDERFUL! Such a joy for me to share a piece of my heart with her this way. of course, the children and teachers love her and she has adapted to the lifestyle without any problems. Praise God that she was able to come! Please pray for her as she returns home next week and has only 2 days to recover from jet-lag before life continues on for her!
As for me, I am fine. Have been to 4 doctors for my toes, none of which are sure of what exactly the problem is. I am currently at the best hospital in Chiang Mai which has taken lab samples of my skin and seems more confident that they will be able to treat me. However, when you get the best care, it costs a lot of money. Already, I had spent over $200 on traveling to the hospital, examinations, and medicine. The bill at this hospital was for an additional $100. Praise the Lord for a new friend I have made, another young missionary woman, who paid the bill for me. We have only met a few days ago, but already have become good friends. I am SO grateful for her friendship and encouragement and honestly, and this act of kindness was overwhelming. God is too good to me! After all's been said and done, with traveling, hotel, food, and medical bills, I had to pay almost 500 USD which is a serious dent in my pocket. Money is such a small thing compared to my big God, I am not even worried about it! He has provided everything for me and I know this is where I am supposed to be. Please pray that God touches the hearts of people who love the Karen and want to support God's ministry through me here.
The VBS ended yesterday. Only a few kids from Shekinah and Pastor Jimmy's were able to come, but many village kids heard the singing and came to join us. Dozens were there by the end which is SO wonderful because their village, YaKwaDee, is all Buddhist. Also, an older brother of one of our kids, LerGay (age 17), came and asked me if I could teach him more about the Bible. I told him about our VBS and after the first day, he called his friend, Luckatoo (age 20), and told him he had to come and learn hear the Bible teaching. Luckatoo came with Buddhist strings on both wrists, but after one week of hearing the teaching, he said he felt God changing his heart and cut off the strings. Now VBS is finished and they both asked to stay longer to learn more! Such an amazing thing to see God draw people to Himself! It is their summer holiday, and they want to stay at a children's home and study instead of stay at home with friends and family. Keep these two in your prayers-- I believe God has great things planned for them!
2 weeks ago, in Chiang Mai, God brought a thought that I had been mulling over in February, but dismissed, back to the forefront of my brain. I want to be at Shekinah Children's home for Christmas. All week long, I could not get the idea out of my head. The more I prayed about it, the more it seemed like the only actual option. These people are my family. If I can bring them joy, my sweat, blood, and tears are worth it. I find myself calling Shekinah "home" without even thinking about it. It really does feel like home this time. I cannot even imagine going back to the U.S. now. I am starting to pick up the language more and understand the culture so much more. God has brought me here, and I know there is so much more for me to do, see, and learn here before I go.
Yesterday, I went in the kitchen to help sift through the bags of rice and remove any stones or rotten rice. After we were finished, I got the broom and swept the floor. This would seem like no big deal to us-- but for the Karen to have an English person "humble themselves" and do this was shocking to them! One boy said, "You are not like an English girl!" Another took a picture of me. I wanted to scream "I am not an English girl! I did not come to live with the Karen people for them to serve me! I came to serve them!" Nothing brings me greater joy than when they smile and me and say "You are not GawLohWa (white person), you are PohKanYoh (Karen)."
I am so overjoyed to be here. Even though I often go to bed exhausted, God wakes me up with His peace everyday. Seeing the smiles on the children's faces when we play or the teachers when we tease each other... there is nothing greater. I am so honored to be loved by these people. I am so humbled for God to allow me to be known by them. If God asked me to give my life to save one of their's, I would do so willingly.
Please pray that God touches the hearts of people who are meant to partner with me in this journey!
Please pray for the medical bills and insurance to be sorted out!
Please pray for NeeLehOo, a ten year old boy extremely sick with Malaria-- it's been more than a week, which can be deadly out here!!
Please pray for LerGay and Luckatoo that their hearts and minds remain open to God and His plan for them.

To God be the Glory!
God bless!
Kelsey- a bondslave of Christ