"Gola" Part 3 - Of Mothers and Fathers

The last of three reflections on my mountain village visit, in honour of my Mom who taught me to finish what I begin.  At Bread and Honey.

Gazing Into Glory

I am not yet finished reflecting on my mountain village visit.  However, something takes precedence today.  Remembering my Mom at Bread and Honey.

"Gola" Part 2 - Being There

Here's the next installment of last weekend's village visit at Bread and Honey.

"Gola" Part I - Getting There

My most stretching experience in Thailand thus far - an overnight visit to a remote hill tribe village.  But first we needed to get there.  There's joy in the journey at Bread and Honey

Mountain Weekend

So far I've only ever been able to admire them from a distance.  The big mountains, I mean.  

We've gone for day trips sometimes.  Little visits to a Wat (temple) or garden lookout.  I've been on a few winding roads, lurching upwards with gears grinding.  A drive that maybe took 30 minutes, if that.

But tomorrow we're heading to the mountains for real.  An eight hour drive straight up, I'm told.  And when we get there, we'll be in a remote Karen village, Suradet's home.  

The purpose of our weekend mountain getaway is to visit with Suradet's parents, and worship with the church that meets there.   I've prepared something to say for Sunday morning, because I've been asked to preach.  But honestly, I have no idea what context I'm coming into, and am heading into this completely open to the learnings I fully expect will be waiting up there for me.

This will be an offline experience.  No internet, no connections.  I'm not even sure they'll be running water.  Only the mountain, my Thai family, and God's good gift of yet another adventure.

Pictures and stories to follow.

Right Here. Right Now.

Marking two points in time at Bread and Honey.