This morning my team visited one of the main detention centers in Bangkok. The detention center is unlike any place I have ever visited. We arrived an hour early to check in, then waited with other refugee workers and families for the only hour visitors are allowed to meet with the detainees. After submitting my passport, I was directed to a small area with about 50 other people around a fence. The detainees were slowly released and the shouting match began. With about 150 detainees on one side of the fence, and approximately 50 visitors on the other, it was very difficult to communicate clearly with our friends. Today I met a ten year old boy from Sri Lanka. He explained to me that he had been there for about two months and had no idea when he would be released. Another Sir Lankan family we met had been there three years. After talking to the little boy for a few minutes, he asked me to come back and visit him. I apologized and explained to him that I was returning to America in a few days. The little boy frowned, obviously disappointed.
I was probably the first foreigner who took the time to speak with him in weeks. Day by day, this little boy goes through the same routine of getting up every morning in a room with hundreds of other men hoping that some white person will come and speak on his behalf.
Thailand, a hot spot for human trafficking, is flooded with hundreds of thousands of immigrants every year in hopes of better lives. Who can blame them for wanting more? Who can blame the Thai government for wanting to protect its citizens from the social and economical turmoil the immigrants may provoke? Its such a depressing situation.
Immigration is one of the many issues plaguing Thailand right now. Within the last three weeks, the protests have become so heated that the Thai people fear a civil war. Over the last four months, our team has slowly been prohibited from visiting many of the business districts because the protests have become so violent. With military pouring into every corner of Bangkok, last week our team was confined to our street. Last Wednesday, one of the red shirt leaders finally stepped down causing mass chaos amongst the protesters. Everything was immediately shut down.
Although the city has finally seemed to calm down, the impact of the protests are still weighing heavy on the hearts of the Thai people. A place that was once referred to as "the land of smiles," is now filled with only solemn stares. It has been an amazing experience to witness a vibrant country lose its life. Its hard to imagine that in a few days I will be leaving this country I have grown to love. But as in every great tragedy, there is always a glimpse of hope. There is always a young generation waiting to become something new, and there will always be salvation waiting for those who have been broken.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
I hold onto so much
No one told me that each week working on the streets would increasingly become more difficult. Something about seeing the same people week after week makes them oddly more human. Its so easy to file away the faces I see on the streets as mere statistics. Its so easy to build walls by labelling them as victims of someone elses crimes. But it is so difficult to realize that many of these women are just like me. Many of these women once had hopes and dreams only to be crushed by the harsh realities of their circumstances. Many of these children want to play with the popular action figures they see through the store windows. It is so easy to believe that just because someone has been raised in a different culture, they are some how less human.
A few nights ago I was sitting in a food court reading a book about world hunger. Page after page, I read tragic stories of the lives of children cut short because of starvation followed by charts and statics of these children's impoverished countries.Suddenly, I looked up and noticed a little thai girl sit across from me. Sometimes this girl drops by our house to play when she is not begging on the streets. I looked up and smiled at her with my world hunger book in one hand and a big cup of ice cream in the other. I tried communicating with her using my limited thai, but eventually we just ended up staring at each other across the table. Her eyes moved from me to my ice cream. I wondered how long it had been since she had eaten ice cream. I wondered how long it had been since she had eaten anything at all. Honestly, at first I was a little annoyed. I wanted to eat and read in peace. But then I was quickly convicted. My heart broke as I thought to myself, "Here I am reading about world hunger and stuffing myself with ice cream across the table from a child who actually is hungry. I pointed to the bakery and bought her a snack. How ironic. And then it the question hit me: In some small way, Am I somehow responsible for world hunger? What a beautiful analogy for americans in relation to world hunger. Sitting across an ocean from a world of starving children, we ignorantly turn our heads and eat our sweets. But it starts with me. Almost every day I pass by a man whose body has been badly burned. His only source of income is the generousity of strangers. I have never given this man any money. Why not? Because I rather eat donuts and coffee. Oh God, forgive me.
The CEO of Word Made FLesh, Chris Heuertz tells a story about a little girl named Deepa he met in India. "Deepa is twelve years old. I can't even begin to imagine the life she and her sister have been forced to endure. Today, she is orphaned. Her entire immediate family has died from AIDS. When she was younger, Deepa's mother died from AIDS. A couple years ago when Phileena and I were in India visiting Deepa, her little sister, Charu, was still alive but very sick and dying from AIDS herself. We found out on that trip to the WMF children's home in Chennai that at that time Deepa's father was also dying from AIDS.
It was a hot South Indian summer afternoon. Deepa and Charu's father came to visit his daughters. He looked terrible. In the weeks leading up to the visit, his health had gotten progressively worse. He would frequently be found passed out in the communal toilet in his slum- sometimes lying in his own diarrhea. The man was obviously in the final stages of the disease. I thought his two little girls were going to splinter his frail bones when they jumped up onto his lap that afternoon. A couple days after his visit, I got a call. Deepa's father had comitteed suicide. The humiliation, the pain and the decay of his body pushed him over the edge. He took his life to bring an end to his suffering. As you can imagine, his daughters were heartbroken. Phileena and I rushed to the home to find Deepa and Charu weeping. We held these little ones close, prayed with them, tried to encourage them with Scripture and promised we'd be there for them when they needed us. Our hearts were broken. In the sad series of goodbyes that our lives seem to offer us, it came time for Phileena and me to once again pack up and leave Chennai. We spent our last day with the children at the home. Deepa and Charu stayed close to us the entire day. When everyone had hugged and exchanged goodbyes, tears streamed down all of our faces. We walked past the gates of the home, turned around one last time to wave, and noticed Deepa and run inside. Before we could close the gate, she came running out of the home with a single yellow rose bud in hand. We couldnt hold back the tears. After her father had died, they cleaned our his slum and discovered that his only possession was a dismal potted rose bush with a solitary bud. Deepa stood there, her face soaked in tears, holding out the flower to Phileena. How could we take it? It was her inheritance, the last reminder of her deceased parents. Today, I take that flower with me everywhere, showing it as often as I can to illustrate this little, tender, revoluntary heart. How do we follow Deepa to God's heart? Where do we find the courage to let a little orphaned girl's tragedy compel us to name the complexities in our faith that keep us from generosity and obedience?"
A few nights ago I was sitting in a food court reading a book about world hunger. Page after page, I read tragic stories of the lives of children cut short because of starvation followed by charts and statics of these children's impoverished countries.Suddenly, I looked up and noticed a little thai girl sit across from me. Sometimes this girl drops by our house to play when she is not begging on the streets. I looked up and smiled at her with my world hunger book in one hand and a big cup of ice cream in the other. I tried communicating with her using my limited thai, but eventually we just ended up staring at each other across the table. Her eyes moved from me to my ice cream. I wondered how long it had been since she had eaten ice cream. I wondered how long it had been since she had eaten anything at all. Honestly, at first I was a little annoyed. I wanted to eat and read in peace. But then I was quickly convicted. My heart broke as I thought to myself, "Here I am reading about world hunger and stuffing myself with ice cream across the table from a child who actually is hungry. I pointed to the bakery and bought her a snack. How ironic. And then it the question hit me: In some small way, Am I somehow responsible for world hunger? What a beautiful analogy for americans in relation to world hunger. Sitting across an ocean from a world of starving children, we ignorantly turn our heads and eat our sweets. But it starts with me. Almost every day I pass by a man whose body has been badly burned. His only source of income is the generousity of strangers. I have never given this man any money. Why not? Because I rather eat donuts and coffee. Oh God, forgive me.
The CEO of Word Made FLesh, Chris Heuertz tells a story about a little girl named Deepa he met in India. "Deepa is twelve years old. I can't even begin to imagine the life she and her sister have been forced to endure. Today, she is orphaned. Her entire immediate family has died from AIDS. When she was younger, Deepa's mother died from AIDS. A couple years ago when Phileena and I were in India visiting Deepa, her little sister, Charu, was still alive but very sick and dying from AIDS herself. We found out on that trip to the WMF children's home in Chennai that at that time Deepa's father was also dying from AIDS.
It was a hot South Indian summer afternoon. Deepa and Charu's father came to visit his daughters. He looked terrible. In the weeks leading up to the visit, his health had gotten progressively worse. He would frequently be found passed out in the communal toilet in his slum- sometimes lying in his own diarrhea. The man was obviously in the final stages of the disease. I thought his two little girls were going to splinter his frail bones when they jumped up onto his lap that afternoon. A couple days after his visit, I got a call. Deepa's father had comitteed suicide. The humiliation, the pain and the decay of his body pushed him over the edge. He took his life to bring an end to his suffering. As you can imagine, his daughters were heartbroken. Phileena and I rushed to the home to find Deepa and Charu weeping. We held these little ones close, prayed with them, tried to encourage them with Scripture and promised we'd be there for them when they needed us. Our hearts were broken. In the sad series of goodbyes that our lives seem to offer us, it came time for Phileena and me to once again pack up and leave Chennai. We spent our last day with the children at the home. Deepa and Charu stayed close to us the entire day. When everyone had hugged and exchanged goodbyes, tears streamed down all of our faces. We walked past the gates of the home, turned around one last time to wave, and noticed Deepa and run inside. Before we could close the gate, she came running out of the home with a single yellow rose bud in hand. We couldnt hold back the tears. After her father had died, they cleaned our his slum and discovered that his only possession was a dismal potted rose bush with a solitary bud. Deepa stood there, her face soaked in tears, holding out the flower to Phileena. How could we take it? It was her inheritance, the last reminder of her deceased parents. Today, I take that flower with me everywhere, showing it as often as I can to illustrate this little, tender, revoluntary heart. How do we follow Deepa to God's heart? Where do we find the courage to let a little orphaned girl's tragedy compel us to name the complexities in our faith that keep us from generosity and obedience?"
Friday, April 23, 2010
the power of words
This morning I woke up after only a few hours of sleep and asked myself, "Did last night really happen?" There are some experiences that should never be put into words. My only comment is that I have never been in a position where I have prayed for God to take a child's life unless He immediately intervened. Sitting beside my bed last night, I fought so hard not to sleep. I was so tired but I did not want to close my eyes and see the image that will forever be burned into my memory. I did not want to dream and I did not want to wake up in the morning with the overwhelming feeling of being dirty.
Yesterday morning we discussed how our words either bring life or death. Because of the nature of entropy in which our world exists, every person and everything is constantly headed towards destruction. The human heart is headed towards hardness, and the main way to prevent the hard from becoming hard is by speaking words of truth.
I never thought that I would come to such a dark place where words of love were the absolute only thing I had to give someone who was suffering.
Finding myself on the curb of a street hysterically crying "God where are?" Is a humbling place to be. Oh God, Where are you?
Today I visited a new church. During the middle of worship, a young woman came up to me along with the minister and started speaking words over me. "God wants me to tell you that He is with you. Although you feel like God has left you, He is still with you." She told me that God had given her an image for me of a mountain with a curving road and a bike explaining that it signified my life's path. She said that I do not know the next step and that I am worried about the direction of my life. "But dont worry because God only sees a straight path so just trust him." How bizarre. Its in moments like this that I realize that even in life's darkest moments, God still speaks powerfully.
Yesterday morning we discussed how our words either bring life or death. Because of the nature of entropy in which our world exists, every person and everything is constantly headed towards destruction. The human heart is headed towards hardness, and the main way to prevent the hard from becoming hard is by speaking words of truth.
I never thought that I would come to such a dark place where words of love were the absolute only thing I had to give someone who was suffering.
Finding myself on the curb of a street hysterically crying "God where are?" Is a humbling place to be. Oh God, Where are you?
Today I visited a new church. During the middle of worship, a young woman came up to me along with the minister and started speaking words over me. "God wants me to tell you that He is with you. Although you feel like God has left you, He is still with you." She told me that God had given her an image for me of a mountain with a curving road and a bike explaining that it signified my life's path. She said that I do not know the next step and that I am worried about the direction of my life. "But dont worry because God only sees a straight path so just trust him." How bizarre. Its in moments like this that I realize that even in life's darkest moments, God still speaks powerfully.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Blessed are those who mourn....
This last week has been one of my hardest weeks here. A few days ago a came down with a nasty cold/flu and discovered the same night that I had gotten lice from our trip to Cambodia. I have been boiling water to wash my sheets and pour into my hair since we dont have hot water or a wash machine. I am also having trouble knowing when I have fever because we dont have air con (the weather right now is similar to July in texas)I am constantly hot and sweating. It is very easy to slip into a state of self- pity, but then I realize that so many of the women and children we work with experience the same discomforts on a daily basis.
Monday night the Word Made Flesh field in Kolkata,India suffered a great loss Tuesday after discovering that one of their Sari Bari ladies had been murdered. (Sari Bari, a business initiative for women, began in February 2006 in a red-light area of Kolkata. They began in a small room with three women who wanted to start the road to freedom from the sex trade; they now provide jobs for 28 women and expect to reach 50 women by the end of 2009. Sari Bari trains the new women to sew blankets and bags from recycled saris (the sari is the traditional dress for Indian women). In addition to tailoring lessons, the training program includes literacy, math, budgeting, nutrition and informal group therapy. The community desires to see a transformation of the women’s minds and to encourage the women’s value and self-esteem through on-going training and support. Visit the Sari Bari website to learn more and to buy a handmade blanket or bag.)
From one of the WMF staff:
One of our ladies who has spent three months with us in training was murdered by a customer last night. There will be no justice for her… everyone in the brothels knows who did it but will not speak up. This is a devastating loss for our community. The Sari Bari ladies in particular see themselves in this loss and the realities and violence that some of them still face as they continue to live in the brothels. Please pray for our dear ladies and for Pornima’s family-who would not even come to see her because of the shame of where she was working.
Pornima had a great day at Sari Bari Monday. There was new hope and belief in herself, that she could have freedom and was a mere day away from completing her first blanket. She will be cremated with her blanket sometime today or tomorrow and will surrounded by the family God gave her three months ago in all of us at Sari Bari.
We are brokenhearted that Pornima will not be able to see the dream for her life fulfilled. We can only hope for freedom in the next.
Jesus have mercy on us and on the whole world.
What violence has beset us this day
What violence has beset us this day
Of all days, this day was most unexpected
Most vile, violent and cruel
Because it is the day after hope still lingered in one woman’s heart
Yet it lingers no longer with her end
Today is everyday and the today no one wanted
Today is for weeping over violence
Weeping for freedom lost
Where no freedom can be found
Powerless, fearful silent
Offenders protected
Shame for such injustice is heavy on us all.
Three months of freedom tossed like her body
Aside.
What violence has beset us this day.
We all are her. She was us.
Part of us left with her.
The violence committed, indignity
Against her, against us all.
She flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone
This sister gone.
Her fight for freedom was violently wrenched from her grasp,
We will fight on remembering.
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These last two months I have realized that so many Americans live in an illusion. The people we see one the streets are the reality of the world. This is a dangerous realization. To realize this truth without being crushed by its implications is only possible with the knowledge that Christ will one day bring justice to this suffering.
The point of my trip is not to fix their problems, but to be compassionate to them (Luke 6:36). For so many of us compassion has simply meant to shower them with financial aid, and although there is a place for helping their physical needs, most of the time all I can do is to recognize them as people who have been made in the image of God. The word compassion is derived from the Latin words 'pati'and 'cum', which together means "to suffer with."
Sometimes the most powerful way to love someone is by simply suffering with them.
This is an excerpt from Henri Nouwen's Compassion: A reflection on the Christian life
"To the outsider, much Christian behavior seems to be naive, impractical, and often little less than an exercise in self-flagellation. The outsider understandably believes that anyone who feels attracted to suffering and pain and who desires to humble himself or herself to a position of servanthood cannot be taken very seriously. Striving to be a slave seems such a perverted way of living that it offends human sensibilities. Nobody finds anything wrong or strange with attempting to help people who are visibly lacking the basic necessities of life, and it appears quite reasonable to try to alleviate suffering when this is possible. But to leave a successful position and enter freely, consciously, and intentionally into a position of disrepute and to become dependent and vulnerable seems to be a form of masochism that defies the best of our aspirations... Radical servanthood does not make sense unless we introduce a new level of understanding and see it as the way to encounter God himself. To be humble and persecuted cannot be desired unless we can find God in humility and persecution. When we begin to see God himself, the source of all our comfort and consolation, in the center of servanthood, compassion becomes much more than doing good for unfortunate people. Radical servanthood, as the encounter with the compassionate God, takes us beyond the distinctions between wealth and poverty, success and failure, fortune and bad luck. Radical servanthood is not an enterprise in which we try to surround ourselves with as much misery as possible, but a joyful way of life in which our eyes are opened to the vision of the true God who chose the way of servanthood to make himself known. The poor are called blessed not because poverty is good, but because theirs is the kingdom in heaven; the mourners are called blessed not because mourning is good, but because they shall be comforted.
Here we are touching the profound spiritual truth that service is an expression of the search for God and not just of the desire to being about individual or social change. This is open to all sorts of misunderstanding, but its truth is confirmed in the lives of those for whom service is a constant and uninterrupted concern. As long as the help we offer to others is motivated primarily by the changes we may accomplish, our service cannot last. When results do not appear, when success is absent, when we are no longer liked or praised for what we do, we lose the strength and motivation to continue. When we see nothing but sad, poor, sick, or miserable people who, even after our many attempts to offer help, remain sad, poor, sick, and miserable, then the only reasonable response is to move away in order to prevent ourselves from becoming cynical or depressed. Radical servanthood challenges us, while attempting persistently to overcome poverty, hunger, illness, and any other form of human misery, to reveal the gentle presence of our compassionate God in the midst of our broken world."
Monday night the Word Made Flesh field in Kolkata,India suffered a great loss Tuesday after discovering that one of their Sari Bari ladies had been murdered. (Sari Bari, a business initiative for women, began in February 2006 in a red-light area of Kolkata. They began in a small room with three women who wanted to start the road to freedom from the sex trade; they now provide jobs for 28 women and expect to reach 50 women by the end of 2009. Sari Bari trains the new women to sew blankets and bags from recycled saris (the sari is the traditional dress for Indian women). In addition to tailoring lessons, the training program includes literacy, math, budgeting, nutrition and informal group therapy. The community desires to see a transformation of the women’s minds and to encourage the women’s value and self-esteem through on-going training and support. Visit the Sari Bari website to learn more and to buy a handmade blanket or bag.)
From one of the WMF staff:
One of our ladies who has spent three months with us in training was murdered by a customer last night. There will be no justice for her… everyone in the brothels knows who did it but will not speak up. This is a devastating loss for our community. The Sari Bari ladies in particular see themselves in this loss and the realities and violence that some of them still face as they continue to live in the brothels. Please pray for our dear ladies and for Pornima’s family-who would not even come to see her because of the shame of where she was working.
Pornima had a great day at Sari Bari Monday. There was new hope and belief in herself, that she could have freedom and was a mere day away from completing her first blanket. She will be cremated with her blanket sometime today or tomorrow and will surrounded by the family God gave her three months ago in all of us at Sari Bari.
We are brokenhearted that Pornima will not be able to see the dream for her life fulfilled. We can only hope for freedom in the next.
Jesus have mercy on us and on the whole world.
What violence has beset us this day
What violence has beset us this day
Of all days, this day was most unexpected
Most vile, violent and cruel
Because it is the day after hope still lingered in one woman’s heart
Yet it lingers no longer with her end
Today is everyday and the today no one wanted
Today is for weeping over violence
Weeping for freedom lost
Where no freedom can be found
Powerless, fearful silent
Offenders protected
Shame for such injustice is heavy on us all.
Three months of freedom tossed like her body
Aside.
What violence has beset us this day.
We all are her. She was us.
Part of us left with her.
The violence committed, indignity
Against her, against us all.
She flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone
This sister gone.
Her fight for freedom was violently wrenched from her grasp,
We will fight on remembering.
----------------
These last two months I have realized that so many Americans live in an illusion. The people we see one the streets are the reality of the world. This is a dangerous realization. To realize this truth without being crushed by its implications is only possible with the knowledge that Christ will one day bring justice to this suffering.
The point of my trip is not to fix their problems, but to be compassionate to them (Luke 6:36). For so many of us compassion has simply meant to shower them with financial aid, and although there is a place for helping their physical needs, most of the time all I can do is to recognize them as people who have been made in the image of God. The word compassion is derived from the Latin words 'pati'and 'cum', which together means "to suffer with."
Sometimes the most powerful way to love someone is by simply suffering with them.
This is an excerpt from Henri Nouwen's Compassion: A reflection on the Christian life
"To the outsider, much Christian behavior seems to be naive, impractical, and often little less than an exercise in self-flagellation. The outsider understandably believes that anyone who feels attracted to suffering and pain and who desires to humble himself or herself to a position of servanthood cannot be taken very seriously. Striving to be a slave seems such a perverted way of living that it offends human sensibilities. Nobody finds anything wrong or strange with attempting to help people who are visibly lacking the basic necessities of life, and it appears quite reasonable to try to alleviate suffering when this is possible. But to leave a successful position and enter freely, consciously, and intentionally into a position of disrepute and to become dependent and vulnerable seems to be a form of masochism that defies the best of our aspirations... Radical servanthood does not make sense unless we introduce a new level of understanding and see it as the way to encounter God himself. To be humble and persecuted cannot be desired unless we can find God in humility and persecution. When we begin to see God himself, the source of all our comfort and consolation, in the center of servanthood, compassion becomes much more than doing good for unfortunate people. Radical servanthood, as the encounter with the compassionate God, takes us beyond the distinctions between wealth and poverty, success and failure, fortune and bad luck. Radical servanthood is not an enterprise in which we try to surround ourselves with as much misery as possible, but a joyful way of life in which our eyes are opened to the vision of the true God who chose the way of servanthood to make himself known. The poor are called blessed not because poverty is good, but because theirs is the kingdom in heaven; the mourners are called blessed not because mourning is good, but because they shall be comforted.
Here we are touching the profound spiritual truth that service is an expression of the search for God and not just of the desire to being about individual or social change. This is open to all sorts of misunderstanding, but its truth is confirmed in the lives of those for whom service is a constant and uninterrupted concern. As long as the help we offer to others is motivated primarily by the changes we may accomplish, our service cannot last. When results do not appear, when success is absent, when we are no longer liked or praised for what we do, we lose the strength and motivation to continue. When we see nothing but sad, poor, sick, or miserable people who, even after our many attempts to offer help, remain sad, poor, sick, and miserable, then the only reasonable response is to move away in order to prevent ourselves from becoming cynical or depressed. Radical servanthood challenges us, while attempting persistently to overcome poverty, hunger, illness, and any other form of human misery, to reveal the gentle presence of our compassionate God in the midst of our broken world."
Friday, April 2, 2010
cambodia
Last night I returned back to Bangkok from Cambodia. I did not think I would experience so much culture shock coming home to my middle class thai home. ALthough they are neighboring countries, Cambodia is worlds away from Thailand. Because World Made Flesh Thailand is a new field, my team had the opportunity to network with some major NGO's in cambodia. We met with Cambodia Hope Organization (a Christian organization that helps cambodians in the pio pet area farm, provides housing for at risk children, started schools, provides healthcare, and church plants), International Justice Mission ( A group of lawyers that fight sex trafficking), Friends International (an organization that educates and trains cambodian children), and the Somaly Mam foundation (an organization that rescues young women and children from the cambodian brothels). We were also able to visit Mother Teresa's missions of charity for a week. At the end of our second week we visited the killing fields where the Khmer Rouge soldiers murdered approximately 20,000 Cambodians. At the entrance of the killing fields is a wat with 17 tiers of 8,000 skulls that have been recovered. Walking through the beautiful country side, which had now become a massive graveside, we literally walked over crushed bones and pieces of clothing that had not been recovered out of the ground. In the middle of the fields stood a large tree with a marker signifying that hundreds of women and children's corpses were buried beside it. Our guide explained to us that the Khmer Rouge soldiers used this tree to smash the skulls of these women and children. The soldiers, who lacked adequate weapons, sought out primative means in which to torture their victims. The trees, leaves, and many farming tools, had been used to brutally crush thousands of lives. How horrific it was to see God's creation used in such a perverted manner. Walking over the bones that were still scattered underneath my feet reminded me of Romans 8:22 were nature is described as groaning for its creature. At the end of the tour there was a large marker that described the soldiers as having "human form but with the hearts of demons.."
NOt only did the victims of the hundreds of killing fields suffer from the evils of the Khmer Rouge, but the whole country is still feeling the devasting effects of this dark time in its country's history.
AS we travelled through the small villages, I realized that many Cambodians are still experiencing shock and are just fighting to survive. I cant fathom the pain these people have experienced. Its as if many of them are already dead. Many of these people live defeated lives and have given into the misery that surrounds their lives.
Our first night in Cambodia we stayed in a little border town called Poipet. Poipet reminded me of a ghost town. A desolate, dusty, hot town that has been forgotten by the rest of the world. Our second night in Poipet we walked down a muddy little street covered in trash which served as the town's red light district. The women squatted in the corners of the small alleys beside each other in silence. We noticed the eyes peering out the bars on the doors of the brothels where many of the women spend all day and all night. No one is helping these women.
These women are too much work and are too dangerous.
A young pastor explained to us "There is so much need."
A few days later we left for Phnon Phen. The second day in the city my leader and I came across two young children who looked like they were about five years old strapped with newborn babies to them. The babies were dirty and dehydrated. The young children had no idea how to care for the infants who were barely covered in stained rags. The babies' heads flung side to side as the young children roamed the streets begging. We tried to show the children how to hold the babies, but the children were not even able to take of themselves- much less small infants. The reality is that the more sick and desperate the babies look, the more money the children will receive begging. The reality is that the babies are most likely not even related to the children holding them. Many of the babies with the beggars have been "rented" from the mothers. THe reality is that it is very profitable for the parents/ pimps of these children to hold sick babies. The reality is that if these babies do not get medical care soon they will probably die.
I went home that night enraged. To see babies, the most vulnerable of all human beings, treated as a commodity truely reveals the depravity of man.
I dont think we were made to fathom these extreme degrees of evil. And to realize that it is just not Cambodia, that the whole world is crying out for a savior, that the whole world is crying out for justice. But God has not abandoned these people. HE is close to those crushed in spirit and suffers with them. I think it is our natural tendency to question the sovereignty of God amist such evil. We want to shake our fists at God and ask Him why He allows so much suffering to happen. But I wonder if God ever looks at us and asks why we allow so much suffering to happen? Why are these people by themselves? Where is the body of Christ to share in their suffering?
Throughout my trip in Cambodia I read Dietrich Bonhoeffer's The Cost of Discipleship and would like to close this email with a few excerpts:
Cheap Grace is the deadly enemy of our Church. We are fighting today for costly grace. Cheap grace means grace sold on the market like cheapjacks' ware. The sacraments, the forgiveness of sin, and the consolations of religion are thrown away at cut prices. Grace is represented as the Church's inexhaustible treasury, from which she showers blessings with generous hands, without asking questions or fixing limits. Grace without price; grace without cost! The essence of grace, we suppose, is that the account has been paid in advance; and, because it has been paid, everything can be had for nothing. Since the cost was infinite, the possibilities of using and spending it are infinite. What would grace be if it were not cheap?
Cheap Grace means grace as a doctrine, a principle, a system. It means forgiveness of sins proclaimed as a general truth, the love of God taught as the Christian "conception" of God. AN intellectual assent to that idea is held to be of itself sufficient to secure remission of sins...in such a Church the world finds a cheap covering for its sins; no contrition is required, still less any real desire to be delivered from sin. Cheap grace therefore amounts to a denial of the living Word of GOd, in fact, a denial of the Incarnation of the Word of God. Cheap grace means the justification of sin without the justification of the sinner.
Costly Grace is the treasure hidden in the field; for the sake of it a man will gladly go and sell all that he has. It is the pearl of great price to buy which the merchant will sell all his goods. It is the kingly rule of Christ, for whose sake a man will pluck out the eye which causes him to stumble; it is the call of Jesus Christ at which the disciples leaves his nets and follows him. Costly grace is the gospel which must be sought again and again, the gift which must be asked for, the door at which a man must knock. Such grace is costly because it calls us to follow, and it is grace because it calls us to follow Jesus CHrist. It is costly because it costs a man his life, and it is grace because it gives a man the only true life.
NOt only did the victims of the hundreds of killing fields suffer from the evils of the Khmer Rouge, but the whole country is still feeling the devasting effects of this dark time in its country's history.
AS we travelled through the small villages, I realized that many Cambodians are still experiencing shock and are just fighting to survive. I cant fathom the pain these people have experienced. Its as if many of them are already dead. Many of these people live defeated lives and have given into the misery that surrounds their lives.
Our first night in Cambodia we stayed in a little border town called Poipet. Poipet reminded me of a ghost town. A desolate, dusty, hot town that has been forgotten by the rest of the world. Our second night in Poipet we walked down a muddy little street covered in trash which served as the town's red light district. The women squatted in the corners of the small alleys beside each other in silence. We noticed the eyes peering out the bars on the doors of the brothels where many of the women spend all day and all night. No one is helping these women.
These women are too much work and are too dangerous.
A young pastor explained to us "There is so much need."
A few days later we left for Phnon Phen. The second day in the city my leader and I came across two young children who looked like they were about five years old strapped with newborn babies to them. The babies were dirty and dehydrated. The young children had no idea how to care for the infants who were barely covered in stained rags. The babies' heads flung side to side as the young children roamed the streets begging. We tried to show the children how to hold the babies, but the children were not even able to take of themselves- much less small infants. The reality is that the more sick and desperate the babies look, the more money the children will receive begging. The reality is that the babies are most likely not even related to the children holding them. Many of the babies with the beggars have been "rented" from the mothers. THe reality is that it is very profitable for the parents/ pimps of these children to hold sick babies. The reality is that if these babies do not get medical care soon they will probably die.
I went home that night enraged. To see babies, the most vulnerable of all human beings, treated as a commodity truely reveals the depravity of man.
I dont think we were made to fathom these extreme degrees of evil. And to realize that it is just not Cambodia, that the whole world is crying out for a savior, that the whole world is crying out for justice. But God has not abandoned these people. HE is close to those crushed in spirit and suffers with them. I think it is our natural tendency to question the sovereignty of God amist such evil. We want to shake our fists at God and ask Him why He allows so much suffering to happen. But I wonder if God ever looks at us and asks why we allow so much suffering to happen? Why are these people by themselves? Where is the body of Christ to share in their suffering?
Throughout my trip in Cambodia I read Dietrich Bonhoeffer's The Cost of Discipleship and would like to close this email with a few excerpts:
Cheap Grace is the deadly enemy of our Church. We are fighting today for costly grace. Cheap grace means grace sold on the market like cheapjacks' ware. The sacraments, the forgiveness of sin, and the consolations of religion are thrown away at cut prices. Grace is represented as the Church's inexhaustible treasury, from which she showers blessings with generous hands, without asking questions or fixing limits. Grace without price; grace without cost! The essence of grace, we suppose, is that the account has been paid in advance; and, because it has been paid, everything can be had for nothing. Since the cost was infinite, the possibilities of using and spending it are infinite. What would grace be if it were not cheap?
Cheap Grace means grace as a doctrine, a principle, a system. It means forgiveness of sins proclaimed as a general truth, the love of God taught as the Christian "conception" of God. AN intellectual assent to that idea is held to be of itself sufficient to secure remission of sins...in such a Church the world finds a cheap covering for its sins; no contrition is required, still less any real desire to be delivered from sin. Cheap grace therefore amounts to a denial of the living Word of GOd, in fact, a denial of the Incarnation of the Word of God. Cheap grace means the justification of sin without the justification of the sinner.
Costly Grace is the treasure hidden in the field; for the sake of it a man will gladly go and sell all that he has. It is the pearl of great price to buy which the merchant will sell all his goods. It is the kingly rule of Christ, for whose sake a man will pluck out the eye which causes him to stumble; it is the call of Jesus Christ at which the disciples leaves his nets and follows him. Costly grace is the gospel which must be sought again and again, the gift which must be asked for, the door at which a man must knock. Such grace is costly because it calls us to follow, and it is grace because it calls us to follow Jesus CHrist. It is costly because it costs a man his life, and it is grace because it gives a man the only true life.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Bangkok
I dont think anything could have prepared me for the crowded vendors on the streets, the smell of basil along with strong peppers and a slight hint of sewage that permeate through the breeze, the colorful taxis lined up on the street awaiting customers, the legless beggars that shuffle between the alley corners, the fresh fruit cart that passes in front of my house, the modern architecture serving as a shield to the pocket slums. Its hard not to get caught up in the fast pace city of Bangkok. As I was preparing a bible study yesteryday, I thought of Paul visiting Ephesus in the book of Acts. Ephesus, very much like Bangkok, was a city that revolved around sex worship and idolatry. As the Ephesians offered sex to their great goddess Artemis, the notorious red light districts in Bangkok are full of young women offering their bodies as sacrifices in order to appease their countries economical well being. The temple steps of Soi Cowboy, Nana Plaza, and Patpong serve as altars for many of these women's souls- a dark doorway leading to a life from which few women ever recover.
In Acts 19 after Paul begins performing miracles in the city of Ephesus, many people converted to Christianity. Shortly after, a silversmith named Demetrius who made silver shrines of Artemis is enraged because he loses a significant amount of business. Demetrius, along with many other Ephesians, start rioting and demanding that the Ephesians return to their worship of Artemis. Because so many Ephesians had been heavily involved in idolatry, the economy was greatly shaken as many people burned their idols /(withcraft) and converted to Christianity.
I cant help but think of how I am also living in a country so dependent on sex tourism and idolatry. Because approximately 90% of Thais claim to practice Buddhism, it is impossible to walk very far without noticing the colorful shrines, spirit houses, and little buddha idols. Many of the children wear bracelets signifying their dedication to a spirit. Sometimes the spiritual darkness of this country is overwhelming. Like a dark cloud hovering, I wait patiently for the slightest bit of light to penetrate the darkness.
From Acts 19 to 20, Paul spends three years converting and discipling the Ephesians. The new Christians of Ephesus created a Christian community founded on repentance (19:18) serving the needs of the weak in humility. A body of believers who had previously been enslaved to deep spiritual bondage were slowly learning what it meant to serve Christ. Although the church of Ephesus was a novice, slowly forming its structure, the new Christians' hearts were genuine and transparent. Sadly, only 40 years later the church of Ephesus is rebuked for "losing their first love" (Rev. 2:4) John writes, "I know your deeds and your toil and perseverance, and that you cannot tolerate evil men, and you put to the test those who call themselves apostles, and they are not, and you found them to be false; and you have perservance and have endured for my name's sake, and have not grown weary. But I have this against you, that you have left your first love." John then encourages the Ephesians to repent and return to the deeds they did first. I wonder what went wrong with the church? Its as if the humility of not having it all together, the humility that comes with constantly confessing that you are a screw up and need God's grace, is more satisfying to God than being the Christian who gets caught up in good deeds and self righteousness.
As I continue serving in a spiritually oppressed country, it is this truth that encourages me: God favors the humility of the repentant. Although I will walk down the streets of Bangkok today and be confronted with porn dvds and little buddhas, these symbols of spiritual bondage will remind me of the hope that awaits the people of Thailand. These symbols will remind me that it is the darkest places that receive the most light. These symbols will remind me there exists a world of pain awaiting a Savior.
(See letter to Ephesus: matt chandler- for scripture outline)
In Acts 19 after Paul begins performing miracles in the city of Ephesus, many people converted to Christianity. Shortly after, a silversmith named Demetrius who made silver shrines of Artemis is enraged because he loses a significant amount of business. Demetrius, along with many other Ephesians, start rioting and demanding that the Ephesians return to their worship of Artemis. Because so many Ephesians had been heavily involved in idolatry, the economy was greatly shaken as many people burned their idols /(withcraft) and converted to Christianity.
I cant help but think of how I am also living in a country so dependent on sex tourism and idolatry. Because approximately 90% of Thais claim to practice Buddhism, it is impossible to walk very far without noticing the colorful shrines, spirit houses, and little buddha idols. Many of the children wear bracelets signifying their dedication to a spirit. Sometimes the spiritual darkness of this country is overwhelming. Like a dark cloud hovering, I wait patiently for the slightest bit of light to penetrate the darkness.
From Acts 19 to 20, Paul spends three years converting and discipling the Ephesians. The new Christians of Ephesus created a Christian community founded on repentance (19:18) serving the needs of the weak in humility. A body of believers who had previously been enslaved to deep spiritual bondage were slowly learning what it meant to serve Christ. Although the church of Ephesus was a novice, slowly forming its structure, the new Christians' hearts were genuine and transparent. Sadly, only 40 years later the church of Ephesus is rebuked for "losing their first love" (Rev. 2:4) John writes, "I know your deeds and your toil and perseverance, and that you cannot tolerate evil men, and you put to the test those who call themselves apostles, and they are not, and you found them to be false; and you have perservance and have endured for my name's sake, and have not grown weary. But I have this against you, that you have left your first love." John then encourages the Ephesians to repent and return to the deeds they did first. I wonder what went wrong with the church? Its as if the humility of not having it all together, the humility that comes with constantly confessing that you are a screw up and need God's grace, is more satisfying to God than being the Christian who gets caught up in good deeds and self righteousness.
As I continue serving in a spiritually oppressed country, it is this truth that encourages me: God favors the humility of the repentant. Although I will walk down the streets of Bangkok today and be confronted with porn dvds and little buddhas, these symbols of spiritual bondage will remind me of the hope that awaits the people of Thailand. These symbols will remind me that it is the darkest places that receive the most light. These symbols will remind me there exists a world of pain awaiting a Savior.
(See letter to Ephesus: matt chandler- for scripture outline)
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Not For Sale Campaign
Sunday morning I attended a Thai international church. The guest speaker was a man who was a spokesman from the not for sale campaign. "Not For Sale is a campaign of students, artists, entrepeneurs, people of faith, athletes, law enforcement officers, politicians, social workers, skilled professionals, and all justice seekers united to fight the global slave trade and end human trafficking. The Campaign aims to recruit, educate, and mobilise an international grassroots social movement that effectively combats human trafficking and slavery through "Smart Activism." It deploys innovative solutions for every individual to abolish slavery- in their own backyards and across the globe. NOT FOR SALE believes that everyone has a skill to contribute that can free an individual living in bondage, and together we can stop human trafficking and end slavery in our lifetime."
Some ways to get involved:
-Spend 20 minutes on the website: www.notforsalecampaign.org
- Go to "Slavery map" and see where slavery exists in your state
- Talk to your legistlators about enacting laws to stop this human trafficking
- Go to "Stop Paying for Slavery" and see where your clothes come from.
- Arrange for a Freedom Stor (merchandise created by rescued victims of slavery)
- Organize a Bible study using the Not For Sale materials and continue to pray for the captives
Some ways to get involved:
-Spend 20 minutes on the website: www.notforsalecampaign.org
- Go to "Slavery map" and see where slavery exists in your state
- Talk to your legistlators about enacting laws to stop this human trafficking
- Go to "Stop Paying for Slavery" and see where your clothes come from.
- Arrange for a Freedom Stor (merchandise created by rescued victims of slavery)
- Organize a Bible study using the Not For Sale materials and continue to pray for the captives
Thursday, February 18, 2010
bubbles
"I am seeing that the gospel of Jesus Christ has had its greatest growth when men have been dedicated enough to Him and His principles to quietly live them in the midst of dying and distressed humanity." Clarence Jordan
Yesterday as I was hand- washing my clothes in front of our house, a little girl ran up to my water bucket and assisted me in wringing the bubbles out of my laundry. No older than eight, this little girl, dirty and dressed in tattered clothes, wanted to share with me in my weekly routine. Well, at least, what started as a chore, ended up as a water fight. As I brushed the bubbles out of the girl's hair, I could not help but contemplate how different our lives are. While I will go home to the luxuries of my american lifestyle, she will continue to live on the streets begging. How unfair life seems. Why am I blessed with so much while others seemed almost cursed?
After we washed out the water buckets together, she realized that it was time for her to leave. I knew she did not want to leave. Every emotion written on her face insinuated she wanted to stay longer. I felt so helpless.
But then i realized that maybe this was the most helpful thing I could do for this child; maybe offering her a moment of escape, a moment of fun, a moment of peace, a moment where the world sat still as she watched the bubbles float around her, was one of the best examples of love I could offer a child enslaved to a world of pain.
Yesterday as I was hand- washing my clothes in front of our house, a little girl ran up to my water bucket and assisted me in wringing the bubbles out of my laundry. No older than eight, this little girl, dirty and dressed in tattered clothes, wanted to share with me in my weekly routine. Well, at least, what started as a chore, ended up as a water fight. As I brushed the bubbles out of the girl's hair, I could not help but contemplate how different our lives are. While I will go home to the luxuries of my american lifestyle, she will continue to live on the streets begging. How unfair life seems. Why am I blessed with so much while others seemed almost cursed?
After we washed out the water buckets together, she realized that it was time for her to leave. I knew she did not want to leave. Every emotion written on her face insinuated she wanted to stay longer. I felt so helpless.
But then i realized that maybe this was the most helpful thing I could do for this child; maybe offering her a moment of escape, a moment of fun, a moment of peace, a moment where the world sat still as she watched the bubbles float around her, was one of the best examples of love I could offer a child enslaved to a world of pain.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Living and Responding to Heal and Transform
By CHRIS HEUERTZ
We had decided to show our visiting friends the beautiful side of Calcutta, away from the noise, pollution and poverty that plague the city streets. Monsoon season had brought heavy rain that day. Between showers we saw the Victoria Monument, one of the last reminders of the British Raj and English rule in India. Typical of the streets of Calcutta, people were everywhere.
As we left the monument, a small boy, no more than nine or ten, followed our group. A sweet child, he retained the untarnished look of innocence amid the cruelty and hostility of Calcutta. His big, dark eyes looked up at us as he walked. His tattered red shorts and T-shirt spoke of a hard life on the streets. He wore no shoes, his hair was tousled and his skin was darker than most Bengalis. He went from one person to the next, telling us, in broken English, his sad story and asking for a couple of rupees. His mother and father had died, he said, and he was very hungry. We weren't sure whether to believe him or not. The boy is one of thousands of beggars in India.
The issue of beggars in India has always been a personal dilemma. They all seem to have the same needs, but many of them fabricate stories to prey on the emotions of rich foreigners. Seeing far more of them than we had money to help, the arguments for giving and not giving to beggars constantly tear through our minds. On one hand, giving to a beggar encourages a lifestyle of pathetic dependency. It is a challenge to determine whether the man, woman or child is being forced to beg by the black market. The black market in India is cruel. It has been known to kidnap children and intentionally cripple them, gouge out their eyes or otherwise maim them, placing them in strategic locations to earn money for their handlers.
On the other hand, the man, woman or child begging from you may literally be dying before your eyes. How can you not give? Scripture says, “Give to the one who asks you” (Matt. 5:42). But does that mean giving exactly what they ask? What about our attitude and motivation for giving? Are we performing an act of kindness to get that beggar to leave us alone? Can we give only a handful of change and feel good about it?
What about the lingering question, Will we be held accountable for not giving to that child? The Scriptures also say, “I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat” (Matt. 25:42).
As our group walked on, the little boy followed for almost a mile. A few of us struck up a conversation with him. Sadly, for the most part, we ignored him. Later that afternoon one of our friends told us he had to get something off his chest. He asked if we remembered the child who followed us earlier that afternoon. We did. Then our friend said that this little boy had sexually propositioned him. We listened in disbelief and horror. That boy seemed so innocent and naive. Our friend wept as he told the details of his encounter. Suddenly I was convicted and my heart broken. That boy had asked for a couple of rupees (not even a dime in U.S. currency) for something to eat, and we had walked on by. That night we kept wondering in what dark room that child would be sexually abused so he could earn enough money to buy the food we had refused to give him.
This story illustrates how giving can be a preventive measure in the fight for the purity of children. When we give our resources, our time, our love and ourselves, we contribute to winning the battle to preserve the innocence and purity of children's sexuality.
IDENTIFY THE PROBLEM
All over the world hundreds of thousands of children are forced into lives of sexual slavery, compelled against their will to perform acts that many of us could never imagine. The statistics, because they are more than we can bear, scarcely faze us. But the truth remains–these statistics represent more than numbers. They are boys and girls who want to grow up and live normal lives just like our children. How do they become entangled in this flesh trade?
Economic, cultural, religious, social and emotional reasons all contribute to the crime of child sexual exploitation. Some children are forced into it against their will. Many are promised lucrative jobs that never materialize, and others are actually “married” to middlemen who look for bodies to fill brothels. Some children are born into the sex trade. Others voluntarily drink this bitter cup as a solution to the crippling poverty of their families. Many children are abducted and sold into the commercial sex industry. Those who are forced resist as long as they can, but eventually rapes–including violent gang rapes–forced starvation, threats against the children's families and emotional abuse and manipulation are pressures too great to overcome. The tragedy can happen to anyone, and it has. Primarily, brothels look for the most vulnerable. They find children who are isolated, abused and impoverished, and who need community and identity. Though the commercial sex trade may not be a good identity or community, it is often the only evident option. Children who have been sexually abused deal with tremendous emotional scars and, at times, respond by finding some twisted form of solace in this cursed work force. The desperate poor may even go as far as selling their children into this brutal and abusive profession just to find money to make it through one more day.
WHY SHOULD WE RESPOND?
Why get involved? After all, we reason, we have the care of our families and our own often seemingly unsolvable problems.
We need to be involved because if we, the church, will not stand up for these boys and girls, who will? Our stand will be our message. Here are some reasons for getting involved.
It's not their fault
Most of the boys and girls involved in the commercial sex industry are not there because they volunteered. Nepali village girls do not dream of spending their adolescent years sleeping with seven to ten strange men each day in a foreign land, often incurring per moment internal damage as a consequence. The children used in child prostitution and child pornography have been forced, many times violently, into these cruel and humiliating circumstances. It's not fair that eight-year-old girls all over Asia will be sexually abused tonight while we tuck our children into their beds. It's not fair that nine-year-old boys are forced to perform acts that our children would be punished for if they even described them at their Christian elementary schools. It's not fair, and it's not their fault.
We are responsible for their suffering
This may sound extreme, but we firmly believe the children's suffering is our fault in many ways. In the culture of the kingdom of God, justice has a broader definition in terms of corporate responsibility than many of us are willing to acknowledge. We play a part in their suffering when we sit back and allow the culture of lust to pervade Western entertainment and art. The repercussions of these sensual pleasures are felt on the other side of the world inside the torn and used bodies of sexually exploited children. We permit the media to degrade women in advertisements and movies, and these media have a larger impact than we can begin to imagine. Our apathy and compromise have effects on the rest of the world.
The materialism and consumerism esteemed by the developed world–including many inside the church–also contribute to the suffering of the sexually exploited. People in the developing world learn from their neighbors in the developed world to value things rather than people. If the church does not take a stand against overconsumption and affluence, it is then responsible for those children who are sold into the flesh trade by parents trying to keep up with the elusive material standards set by the West. God, in Scripture, actively engages in the lives of people. God defends the oppressed and makes provision for those literally dependent on others and on society. We can no longer hide from the wickedness. We must engage it, confront it, stand up to it and show the world a better way.
Love warrants a response
The way we love ourselves and the way we love our neighbors are often very different. We make sure we eat and dress well; we see to it that our basic need for clothing, housing and food are met. But when we see a beggar, do we want all of that for him? We will see to it that our children receive the best education we can afford, but are we burdened because the boys and girls living as slaves in brothels all over Asia are not in school?
This is how we know what love is: Jesus laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers. 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?
Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth (1 John 3:16-18).
RESPONDING PREVENTIVELY
It is to be hoped that the vast majority of us will never be sexually propositioned by a child. Many of us may never cross the threshold of a brothel in North America, much less Asia. Many of us may never be confronted by child pornographers. So, how can we respond preventively? How can we live lives that make a difference in the battle to preserve the purity and dignity of the world's children?
Value the child
Our future is in the children, and unless we are good stewards of this precious resource, we will contribute to the downfall of society. We find it hard to imagine a father or mother who willingly and deliberately sells his or her child for a TV, but are we any different? We sell the dignity of our own children to feed our reputations, to hide our insecurities, to excuse our own shortcomings and to indulge our appetites for control. The consequences may be different, but the spirit of the matter is nearly identical.
At times we misplace admiration and praise. We focus on the earned prestige and achievements of our children–the academic successes, the athletic triumphs, the spiritual maturity. We must learn to celebrate our children because they are children and appreciate and enjoy them as a gift from God. We must relearn to value the child. Valuing the child is essential because sexual exploitation is an issue concerning the image of God. Every man, woman and child has been created in the image of our Lord. To degrade that individual in any way is to show contempt for our Maker. Because we are created in God's image, we all possess an intrinsic and essential form of dignity that must be preserved. Boys and girls in Sri Lanka, Thailand, Nepal and India, sold today for television sets, send a message of how an unredeemed world values the image of God.
Protect the family
Much of the sexual exploitation of children today happens because of a breakdown in the family structure. In our preventive response to preserve the purity and dignity of children we must begin at home. The way we protect our families will be a message. The example of a family set apart and dedicated to the Lord will stand as a challenge to those families still searching for meaning and identity.
Eight weeks before Mother Teresa passed away, we had the opportunity to visit with her for a few moments. As we shared with her the details concerning our ministry among children with AIDS, she asked us whether or not we had any children of our own. We replied, “Not yet.”
“When you do,” she said, “you must remember that loving your child will be your most important ministry. If everyone understood that truth, imagine how different our world would be.
Become aware of the crisis
As active and deliberate kingdom persons, we must increase our knowledge and awareness of the needs of the world. Our tendency is to run from the reality of the sexual exploitation of children and other related issues. It depresses us and makes us feel guilty. Exposure demands a response. In our ongoing discipleship we are exposed to the suffering of the world for a redemptive purpose. Embrace the pain and become an agent of healing and transformation. Become informed and get involved. God, who feels the pain and suffers with the afflicted, desires that all be made whole. That healing can happen only through his hands and his feet–the church. If we refuse to embrace God's heart, we fall short of God's calling on each of our lives.
Respond to the poor, the isolated, the abused
The flesh trade exists among children in a large part because of poverty. The Bible is clear–the poor are poor because of our disobedience (Deut. 15:4-11). Scripture is full of references regarding our responsibility to the poor. Nearly 300 verses in the Old Testament and more than 100 verses in the New Testament deal with the poor, the orphaned, the fatherless, the widowed, the oppressed, the alienated and the disadvantaged. God identifies with the poor and the needy (Prov. 19:17, Isa. 3:15, Matt. 25:34-45). The prophet Jeremiah equates knowing God with having compassion for the poor Jeremiah 22:16). How do we measure up?
For too long the church in the West has spiritualized the poor in Scripture, but the Good News is good news because it was preached to the poor. We challenge you to reinterpret your reading of the Bible. Read it as the peasants of first-century Palestine might have read it. You will find answers you never saw before. Preserving the dignity of the poor is also our responsibility. The church of the West has held very negative views of the poor. We have made unjust assumptions as to what causes poverty, and we have judged those on the margins of society, adding to their marginalization. Unless we assume the poor have intrinsic value, they may continue to feel that their daughters are only worth a new TV or can be sold for $200.
As a preventive measure in combating the flesh trade and the trafficking of young boys and girls we must respond to the poor, the isolated and the abused. We must reread Scriptures through new eyes, identify ourselves with the poor and disadvantaged and become a voice for the voiceless.
Reinterpret spirituality in the context of a dying world
Our faith has become very exclusive. If someone does not fit the social and economic mold of our churches, they may have a tough time being accepted by Christians. We must learn new ways to celebrate our faith inclusively so that those on the margins of society will feel welcome in our churches and in our communities. How many of us belong to a congregation that wouldn't stare at a prostitute if he or she walked into the sanctuary on Sunday morning? One that would not wonder why he was there? One that would not judge and criticize her in our hearts and minds? The prostitutes of first-century Palestine felt as if they could spend time with Jesus-why can't they feel the same way with his followers?
If the world did not need redemption, we would not need to discuss the sexual exploitation of children. The cries and moans of children in pain, children begging for rest, children screaming “Stop! You're hurting me!” continue to fall on the deaf ears of a world in urgent need of redemption. Sexual slavery exists on two levels. The first is for those held as slaves in brothels who need to be freed. The second is for the captors, bound in sexual slavery–the brothel owners, the brothel customers, and the lost who find their fulfillment in sensual pleasures and financial gain. The world must be set free from these forms of slavery through redemption in Christ.
Finally, the answer lies in love
We have been asked to love our neighbors as ourselves. The sacrifice of the King of Kings became the supreme example of love. Ask God for an unstoppable love for the world's children. Pray that God would give you his heart for these boys and girls who have no hope. If you begin to taste the pain our Father feels them for these little ones, there is no telling what you will do to help.
Jeremiah the prophet condemned child sacrifice, yet child sacrifice still happens today. It happens in the dark and sultry brothels all across Asia, in the homes of child pornographers across Europe and the U.S.A., as well as in the hearts of men and women who lust after the purity of boys and girls.
Tonight, a small boy in Asia, desperate for his next meal, will look for an older man who will abuse and sexually defile him. May the church stand up against this injustice and cry “Enough!” May our lives and our faith be made relevant to a world in need, and may we stand and be counted with the boys and girls who are looking for a way out of this cruel and painful life.
We had decided to show our visiting friends the beautiful side of Calcutta, away from the noise, pollution and poverty that plague the city streets. Monsoon season had brought heavy rain that day. Between showers we saw the Victoria Monument, one of the last reminders of the British Raj and English rule in India. Typical of the streets of Calcutta, people were everywhere.
As we left the monument, a small boy, no more than nine or ten, followed our group. A sweet child, he retained the untarnished look of innocence amid the cruelty and hostility of Calcutta. His big, dark eyes looked up at us as he walked. His tattered red shorts and T-shirt spoke of a hard life on the streets. He wore no shoes, his hair was tousled and his skin was darker than most Bengalis. He went from one person to the next, telling us, in broken English, his sad story and asking for a couple of rupees. His mother and father had died, he said, and he was very hungry. We weren't sure whether to believe him or not. The boy is one of thousands of beggars in India.
The issue of beggars in India has always been a personal dilemma. They all seem to have the same needs, but many of them fabricate stories to prey on the emotions of rich foreigners. Seeing far more of them than we had money to help, the arguments for giving and not giving to beggars constantly tear through our minds. On one hand, giving to a beggar encourages a lifestyle of pathetic dependency. It is a challenge to determine whether the man, woman or child is being forced to beg by the black market. The black market in India is cruel. It has been known to kidnap children and intentionally cripple them, gouge out their eyes or otherwise maim them, placing them in strategic locations to earn money for their handlers.
On the other hand, the man, woman or child begging from you may literally be dying before your eyes. How can you not give? Scripture says, “Give to the one who asks you” (Matt. 5:42). But does that mean giving exactly what they ask? What about our attitude and motivation for giving? Are we performing an act of kindness to get that beggar to leave us alone? Can we give only a handful of change and feel good about it?
What about the lingering question, Will we be held accountable for not giving to that child? The Scriptures also say, “I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat” (Matt. 25:42).
As our group walked on, the little boy followed for almost a mile. A few of us struck up a conversation with him. Sadly, for the most part, we ignored him. Later that afternoon one of our friends told us he had to get something off his chest. He asked if we remembered the child who followed us earlier that afternoon. We did. Then our friend said that this little boy had sexually propositioned him. We listened in disbelief and horror. That boy seemed so innocent and naive. Our friend wept as he told the details of his encounter. Suddenly I was convicted and my heart broken. That boy had asked for a couple of rupees (not even a dime in U.S. currency) for something to eat, and we had walked on by. That night we kept wondering in what dark room that child would be sexually abused so he could earn enough money to buy the food we had refused to give him.
This story illustrates how giving can be a preventive measure in the fight for the purity of children. When we give our resources, our time, our love and ourselves, we contribute to winning the battle to preserve the innocence and purity of children's sexuality.
IDENTIFY THE PROBLEM
All over the world hundreds of thousands of children are forced into lives of sexual slavery, compelled against their will to perform acts that many of us could never imagine. The statistics, because they are more than we can bear, scarcely faze us. But the truth remains–these statistics represent more than numbers. They are boys and girls who want to grow up and live normal lives just like our children. How do they become entangled in this flesh trade?
Economic, cultural, religious, social and emotional reasons all contribute to the crime of child sexual exploitation. Some children are forced into it against their will. Many are promised lucrative jobs that never materialize, and others are actually “married” to middlemen who look for bodies to fill brothels. Some children are born into the sex trade. Others voluntarily drink this bitter cup as a solution to the crippling poverty of their families. Many children are abducted and sold into the commercial sex industry. Those who are forced resist as long as they can, but eventually rapes–including violent gang rapes–forced starvation, threats against the children's families and emotional abuse and manipulation are pressures too great to overcome. The tragedy can happen to anyone, and it has. Primarily, brothels look for the most vulnerable. They find children who are isolated, abused and impoverished, and who need community and identity. Though the commercial sex trade may not be a good identity or community, it is often the only evident option. Children who have been sexually abused deal with tremendous emotional scars and, at times, respond by finding some twisted form of solace in this cursed work force. The desperate poor may even go as far as selling their children into this brutal and abusive profession just to find money to make it through one more day.
WHY SHOULD WE RESPOND?
Why get involved? After all, we reason, we have the care of our families and our own often seemingly unsolvable problems.
We need to be involved because if we, the church, will not stand up for these boys and girls, who will? Our stand will be our message. Here are some reasons for getting involved.
It's not their fault
Most of the boys and girls involved in the commercial sex industry are not there because they volunteered. Nepali village girls do not dream of spending their adolescent years sleeping with seven to ten strange men each day in a foreign land, often incurring per moment internal damage as a consequence. The children used in child prostitution and child pornography have been forced, many times violently, into these cruel and humiliating circumstances. It's not fair that eight-year-old girls all over Asia will be sexually abused tonight while we tuck our children into their beds. It's not fair that nine-year-old boys are forced to perform acts that our children would be punished for if they even described them at their Christian elementary schools. It's not fair, and it's not their fault.
We are responsible for their suffering
This may sound extreme, but we firmly believe the children's suffering is our fault in many ways. In the culture of the kingdom of God, justice has a broader definition in terms of corporate responsibility than many of us are willing to acknowledge. We play a part in their suffering when we sit back and allow the culture of lust to pervade Western entertainment and art. The repercussions of these sensual pleasures are felt on the other side of the world inside the torn and used bodies of sexually exploited children. We permit the media to degrade women in advertisements and movies, and these media have a larger impact than we can begin to imagine. Our apathy and compromise have effects on the rest of the world.
The materialism and consumerism esteemed by the developed world–including many inside the church–also contribute to the suffering of the sexually exploited. People in the developing world learn from their neighbors in the developed world to value things rather than people. If the church does not take a stand against overconsumption and affluence, it is then responsible for those children who are sold into the flesh trade by parents trying to keep up with the elusive material standards set by the West. God, in Scripture, actively engages in the lives of people. God defends the oppressed and makes provision for those literally dependent on others and on society. We can no longer hide from the wickedness. We must engage it, confront it, stand up to it and show the world a better way.
Love warrants a response
The way we love ourselves and the way we love our neighbors are often very different. We make sure we eat and dress well; we see to it that our basic need for clothing, housing and food are met. But when we see a beggar, do we want all of that for him? We will see to it that our children receive the best education we can afford, but are we burdened because the boys and girls living as slaves in brothels all over Asia are not in school?
This is how we know what love is: Jesus laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers. 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?
Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth (1 John 3:16-18).
RESPONDING PREVENTIVELY
It is to be hoped that the vast majority of us will never be sexually propositioned by a child. Many of us may never cross the threshold of a brothel in North America, much less Asia. Many of us may never be confronted by child pornographers. So, how can we respond preventively? How can we live lives that make a difference in the battle to preserve the purity and dignity of the world's children?
Value the child
Our future is in the children, and unless we are good stewards of this precious resource, we will contribute to the downfall of society. We find it hard to imagine a father or mother who willingly and deliberately sells his or her child for a TV, but are we any different? We sell the dignity of our own children to feed our reputations, to hide our insecurities, to excuse our own shortcomings and to indulge our appetites for control. The consequences may be different, but the spirit of the matter is nearly identical.
At times we misplace admiration and praise. We focus on the earned prestige and achievements of our children–the academic successes, the athletic triumphs, the spiritual maturity. We must learn to celebrate our children because they are children and appreciate and enjoy them as a gift from God. We must relearn to value the child. Valuing the child is essential because sexual exploitation is an issue concerning the image of God. Every man, woman and child has been created in the image of our Lord. To degrade that individual in any way is to show contempt for our Maker. Because we are created in God's image, we all possess an intrinsic and essential form of dignity that must be preserved. Boys and girls in Sri Lanka, Thailand, Nepal and India, sold today for television sets, send a message of how an unredeemed world values the image of God.
Protect the family
Much of the sexual exploitation of children today happens because of a breakdown in the family structure. In our preventive response to preserve the purity and dignity of children we must begin at home. The way we protect our families will be a message. The example of a family set apart and dedicated to the Lord will stand as a challenge to those families still searching for meaning and identity.
Eight weeks before Mother Teresa passed away, we had the opportunity to visit with her for a few moments. As we shared with her the details concerning our ministry among children with AIDS, she asked us whether or not we had any children of our own. We replied, “Not yet.”
“When you do,” she said, “you must remember that loving your child will be your most important ministry. If everyone understood that truth, imagine how different our world would be.
Become aware of the crisis
As active and deliberate kingdom persons, we must increase our knowledge and awareness of the needs of the world. Our tendency is to run from the reality of the sexual exploitation of children and other related issues. It depresses us and makes us feel guilty. Exposure demands a response. In our ongoing discipleship we are exposed to the suffering of the world for a redemptive purpose. Embrace the pain and become an agent of healing and transformation. Become informed and get involved. God, who feels the pain and suffers with the afflicted, desires that all be made whole. That healing can happen only through his hands and his feet–the church. If we refuse to embrace God's heart, we fall short of God's calling on each of our lives.
Respond to the poor, the isolated, the abused
The flesh trade exists among children in a large part because of poverty. The Bible is clear–the poor are poor because of our disobedience (Deut. 15:4-11). Scripture is full of references regarding our responsibility to the poor. Nearly 300 verses in the Old Testament and more than 100 verses in the New Testament deal with the poor, the orphaned, the fatherless, the widowed, the oppressed, the alienated and the disadvantaged. God identifies with the poor and the needy (Prov. 19:17, Isa. 3:15, Matt. 25:34-45). The prophet Jeremiah equates knowing God with having compassion for the poor Jeremiah 22:16). How do we measure up?
For too long the church in the West has spiritualized the poor in Scripture, but the Good News is good news because it was preached to the poor. We challenge you to reinterpret your reading of the Bible. Read it as the peasants of first-century Palestine might have read it. You will find answers you never saw before. Preserving the dignity of the poor is also our responsibility. The church of the West has held very negative views of the poor. We have made unjust assumptions as to what causes poverty, and we have judged those on the margins of society, adding to their marginalization. Unless we assume the poor have intrinsic value, they may continue to feel that their daughters are only worth a new TV or can be sold for $200.
As a preventive measure in combating the flesh trade and the trafficking of young boys and girls we must respond to the poor, the isolated and the abused. We must reread Scriptures through new eyes, identify ourselves with the poor and disadvantaged and become a voice for the voiceless.
Reinterpret spirituality in the context of a dying world
Our faith has become very exclusive. If someone does not fit the social and economic mold of our churches, they may have a tough time being accepted by Christians. We must learn new ways to celebrate our faith inclusively so that those on the margins of society will feel welcome in our churches and in our communities. How many of us belong to a congregation that wouldn't stare at a prostitute if he or she walked into the sanctuary on Sunday morning? One that would not wonder why he was there? One that would not judge and criticize her in our hearts and minds? The prostitutes of first-century Palestine felt as if they could spend time with Jesus-why can't they feel the same way with his followers?
If the world did not need redemption, we would not need to discuss the sexual exploitation of children. The cries and moans of children in pain, children begging for rest, children screaming “Stop! You're hurting me!” continue to fall on the deaf ears of a world in urgent need of redemption. Sexual slavery exists on two levels. The first is for those held as slaves in brothels who need to be freed. The second is for the captors, bound in sexual slavery–the brothel owners, the brothel customers, and the lost who find their fulfillment in sensual pleasures and financial gain. The world must be set free from these forms of slavery through redemption in Christ.
Finally, the answer lies in love
We have been asked to love our neighbors as ourselves. The sacrifice of the King of Kings became the supreme example of love. Ask God for an unstoppable love for the world's children. Pray that God would give you his heart for these boys and girls who have no hope. If you begin to taste the pain our Father feels them for these little ones, there is no telling what you will do to help.
Jeremiah the prophet condemned child sacrifice, yet child sacrifice still happens today. It happens in the dark and sultry brothels all across Asia, in the homes of child pornographers across Europe and the U.S.A., as well as in the hearts of men and women who lust after the purity of boys and girls.
Tonight, a small boy in Asia, desperate for his next meal, will look for an older man who will abuse and sexually defile him. May the church stand up against this injustice and cry “Enough!” May our lives and our faith be made relevant to a world in need, and may we stand and be counted with the boys and girls who are looking for a way out of this cruel and painful life.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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