Saturday, September 24, 2011
Pig farm church
Friday, September 23, 2011
Psalm 37
The first thing we did was head about six hours north in order to visit the first two churches. Let's call the first church {festival church}, because it was putting on a festival. We got to see a lot of traditional Cambodian dancing and singing. It was beautiful worship to the one true God. It is such a privilege to be here with Cambodian Christians who are so thoroughly faithful to the Word. Their faith was challenging to me, especially that of one beautiful twenty-six year old girl. Let's call her C. She is crippled from the waist down and relies on a wheelchair bike with hand petals to get around. I had heard a story from my dad of a girl from one of the churches who traveled a mile and a half in her wheelchair in the rain and through the mud to go to the church. Lo and behold, the story was of C's first time attending festival church. That day, she didn't have money for a taxi. People on the muddy road taunted her, tried to push her bike off the road, and threatened to take away her Bible. I got a chance to talk and pray with her while we were there. She shared with me that when her alcoholic mother yells at her and people on the streets mock her, she gets her strength from Psalm 37 (Click the title of this post to read the chapter). There was no sign of self-pity in C. She was suffering and did not hide her tears. However, her faith was unshakable. Like Job in Job 2, she refused to curse God in her suffering. You know how Moses came down from the mountain with his face shining because he had spoken with God? I felt like the Hebrews must have felt after seeing Moses that day- astounded at someone with such intimacy with the Lord.
The next church we'll call {pig farm church}. A large portion of the people in this church consists of three families who used to live at a brick factory. Today, we actually visited the brick factory that they lived in. It's basically a few shelters built dangerously close to four or five giant brick kilns that are about twenty feet wide by fifty yards long. Smoke and soot pollute the air while the flames of the kiln keep the already humid climate even hotter. My dad, their team in February, and a couple of local churches were able to remove these families from this environment and place them in a place to live that is now connected to a pig and duck farm. I know this is vague, but for lack of a better phrase, visiting this church was incredible.
Then we went to the famous Ankor Wat Temple Ruins *<--where the picture was taken*, travelled back to Phenom Penh, and visited the next church. I've got to go- more later!
Friday, September 16, 2011
Cambodia Bound
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Elisabeth Elliot
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Such a deep hallelujah
I have a strong, a perfect plea:
A great High Priest, whose name is Love,
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on his hands,
My name is written on his heart;
I know that while in heaven he stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart
No tongue can bid me thence depart.
When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look, and see him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/shane_shane/before_the_throne_of_god_above.html ]
Because a sinless Savior died,
My sinful soul is counted free;
For God, the Just, is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me
To look on Him and pardon me
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the One,
Risen Son of God!
Behold him there, the risen Lamb
My perfect, spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
The King of glory and of grace!
One in himself, I cannot die
My soul is purchased by his blood
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ, my Savior and my God
With Christ, my Savior and my God
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/shane_shane/#share
Friday, July 29, 2011
Beautiful resources
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Monday, July 18, 2011
A meaningful encounter
Last week I was studying for summer classes in Ft. Worth when I decided to take a study break in a shop I had heard a lot about. There were “SALE” signs up, so I went in and started browsing the sale table.
There was a middle-aged woman browsing next to me, and she commented on the great sale. I agreed and said that it made a great study break. She then asked me where it was that I studied, and I explained that I was working on finishing a degree from the Baptist College of Florida through extension work. She nodded, and I perceived that her interest in me waned when I mentioned BCF. The conversation dwindled, and our attentions were drawn to separate parts of the store.
We met again in the back of the store, where I commented that the shop had so many cute things. She said that she designs jewelry, and loves seeing all of the ideas this shop can give her. We discovered a sale room and went in together to peruse.
While thumbing through pairs of shorts, I asked her what got her into making jewelry. She said that it was during her second round of chemo when she had breast cancer in both breasts. She reflected that she was so down and bored that she figured she might as well get into something, and so she began to make jewelry. I was surprised by what this woman had gone through, and told her that my grandmother died of breast cancer and that although I was young when she passed, cancer is still close to me. I remarked that she was a walking miracle. She agreed.
Then she said that through that time in her life, the Lord birthed a connection between her and her mother that was not previously there. She told me that they had a good relationship, but couldn’t relate on spiritual things prior to God working through her cancer. Again, encouraged by what she said, I told her that her story was incredible and asked how she came to know the Lord. She said it was when she was twelve years old in a Baptist church.
I was surprised and wondered why I had gotten my previous perception of her losing interest in me at the sale table. I didn't know all that this woman had gone through or where she was in her relationship with God now, so I just stated what I did know. "He is good." She agreed.
Our conversation continued to be salted with mutual encouragement. On my way out of the sale room to try a few things on, I realized that I hadn’t introduced myself. So, I turned and told her that my name was Elizabeth. She stopped for a moment and her eyes softened. She said that it touched her heart when I said that. Not understanding, I fought back a puzzled expression. She explained that she had had an ectopic pregnancy where the baby develops inside the fallopian tube and they have to terminate it.
Immediate sympathy formed my mouth to say that I was sorry for her loss. She thanked me and gently continued to explain. She said that when she was pregnant, the Lord gave her and her husband a distinct impression that the baby was a girl, and that her name was Elizabeth.
The grave significance of this woman's words to her life, and in that moment my life as well, left me unsure how to respond. All I could say was, “Oh, wow. You never know who you’re going to meet, do you?” She agreed and confidently stated that it was a divine appointment for us to meet. I nodded in agreement, saying that I loved those moments.
We parted ways mutually in awe of the Lord’s divine orchestrations.