Found In Translation (With a Little Lahu Thrown In)

It's early and the mountains seem moody under a heavy smudge of fog.  The drive so far has been on back roads that are fairly straight...so far.  We are all of us quiet, easing ourselves into what is expected to be a rather robust day, starting with this 6 a.m. departure.  The moody mountains and the silence inside the car provide me some space to be just a little moody myself.  

We are on our way to a Thanksgiving service in a rather tucked-out-of-the-way Lahu village.  The anticipation of a 'first' experience into yet another dimension of Thai culture should be enough to take more of center stage in my head.  But it doesn't.

I'm fussing.  A little.  Not a lot.  Well, okay, maybe medium.  Two reasons.

One is that I yesterday managed to get a bug bite right on the bone of my right ankle, on the inside.  I saw the bug on me.  Not a spider, not a mosquito.  Nothing that burrowed.  Just a little thing, really, that was squashed beyond identification by my quick swipe.  I didn't even think it was a bug at first.  Just a speck of mud or grass.  But after I wiped it away there was a pin prick of blood, then some mild itching that I could ignore.  By now, travelling in the car, there is a raised red lesion about the size of a small pea, and my ankle is slightly swollen.  Hmmm.  I had Yupa look at it earlier, and she said it was a common thing, nothing to worry about.  I've applied topical antihistamine, and some highly recommended green goop Yupa bought at the market.  

But now, in the moody quiet of this early drive, I am over-assessing.  Are my toes starting to get just a tad puffy?  Is that a tingle going up my calf?   I keep checking.  By the way, how does an exotic insect-borne disease manifest itself, like, right at the beginning?  It's a thought I choose not to entertain.  

That's okay because I'm fussing about something else anyway.  

If there is a Lahu version of that now discontinued (probably because it was so mean-spirited, I mean come on!) 'What Not To Wear' TV show, I fear I may be walking into the next episode as the next victim.  Despite my many inquiries over the past two days, what I've chosen to wear to this occasion in no way matches how Suradet and Yupa, as well as Bell and Da (who are along for the ride) showed up as we were all getting into the car.  They are dressed all sensible and Sunday and Western.  Nice blouse, good shoes, dress shirt for Suradet.  Me?

I went with one of my more traditional (rustic, mountain folk) Karen shirts, all beaded and embroidered and the fringes at the armpits and everything.  This can be worn with a traditional woven skirt, but I thought, when Yupa and I were talking about it, we were thinking more on the 'dress down' side of things, so I went with my capris pants.  And I'm in flip flops.  Because Yupa said she didn't know and it didn't matter.  Yupa has on some of her best dress sandals.  So here I am.

I asked!  Many times, if I haven't already mentioned.  Because one of the lesser-known nuances of missionary life is that no one wants the farang standing out more than they already do, or worse, looking like they're trying too hard.  

Suradet is speaking at this service, having taken on more responsibility within his denomination, which will begin in January.  So, yes, his family is dressed for that.  I know that now. But in the moody silence of the drive, I'm feeling all kinds of awkward, even though I am fully aware that it's petty, which is also annoying.  

So I'm fussing.  A little.  I’m able to right-size my fashion crisis by reminding myself that at the end of the day (I say this now as an expression, but it ironically it will actually happen 'at the end of the day'), this is not about that.  I take a few deep breaths to remind my body - especially my right foot - that we're okay, put my hand on my maybe-tingling calf, and give my bug bite into the care of God to do with it anything He wants.  I take another breath, confess my vanity, and let it be okay that I'm dressed weird.  And then one more, just to say thank you for what an amazing thing it is that I'm here at all.

The straightforward drive gives way to the mountain climb, a crazy winding and zigging that takes us up and up and deep into the jungley-forest, no shoulders, one lane only for a two way road, and hardly able to see what's around the corner. Sometimes there is a rather significant drop on the one side.  Sometimes there is a bamboo fence to indicate a particularly treacherous turn.  Yes, bamboo.

I am not prone to car sickness, and I don't feel queasy, but it's enough to bother my eyes a bit if I try to look out the window.  That's on the way up.  Then we go down.  

Because the Lahu village is in a valley, nestled between two high, high hills.

As soon as we turn into the main 'roadway' of the village, any fussing about my outfit vanishes. 

These are colourful people!  So much colour and beading and jingling fringes.  And even among them, there's a wide range of fancy.  Some are in what must be their high-holiday traditional clothes, long and fitted and brilliantly patterned.  Some are wearing traditional Lahu shirts over jeans.  And some are simply in their very best t-shirts and cotton pants.  Turns out Yupa was right.  She really didn’t know what to tell me and it really didn't matter what I wore. 

 

The people are coming out of houses that are close together and simple.  So simple.  Made of thin wooden shingles, up on poles.  Large bulls chew slowly, appearing only mildly interested in who these strangers might be.   There are deep ruts in the mud in the narrow laneways between the houses.  So many people are milling about.  Moms and Dads and Grammas and kids and babies.  Suradet says that the whole village is Christian, and this is a day everyone sets apart to come and worship together.  There certainly is an air of celebration.

We are invited for a meal of rice and salted pork, and something else unrecognizable to me, but too spicy to dare put in my mouth anyways.  We are treated with honour, and more and more dishes appear even as we begin.  Smiles everywhere as more rice is put in front of us and we are urged to eat, because this rice is ‘new’.  Apparently there’s a difference in taste and texture when the rice has been so recently harvested.  I didn’t know. 

This is the pastor's house, also rustic, simple, one main room and two back rooms for sleeping, and a cement enclosure off to the side with a Thai toilet dug down into the wet red mud floor.  There’s a big barrel of water with a tap to fill it, and a pink plastic bowl floating in it.  And that’s all.  We all left our shoes at the front door, so there’s nothing to do but use the wet pair of flip flops left on the cement step just inside. 

I step outside to take a few pictures and am immediately reminded of my 'otherness'. Farangs don’t often come in to these hard-to-access communities, so I’m a bit of an oddity.  Turned heads, longer stares, leaning in close to tell the person beside you, 'look over there'.  shy smiles and they hurry on.  If I think I’m imagining it, one Gramma is somewhat less subtle. Looking in to say hi to her pastor, she sees me and stops short.  We make eye contact and I greet her with a wai.   Her hands fly to the sides of her face and she gasps with an open mouth smile, then hurries away.  I find myself hoping, inspite of myself, that she likes what I'm wearing.

We arrive at the church where folks are gathering.  More colour, everyone excited, everyone smiling and talking and happy.  The front of the church has been decorated with the recent harvest; pumpkins and bit root vegetables, and rice and beans and hot chili peppers.  And flowers.  So many flowers.

And the service begins with many, many introductions of many of the important folks who've joined them.  Leaders of nearby villages, pastors of nearby churches, denominational leaders who've dropped in to pay their respects and bring an offering that is either laid down with all the other produce at the front or presented in an envelope and a handshake and a picture.  Everywhere people are taking pictures.

Suradet is the speaker and is sitting up on the platform.  He is introduced near to the end of the beginnings, as am I.  I have to listen closely because all I pick up is the word 'missionary' in the midst of the Thai/Lahu translations back and forth.  Suradet stands and wais when he's introduced, and Yupa tells me I'm to stand as well.  So I do, in all my dressed up/dressed down glory, and smile and wai several times in many different directions as I know to do.  Wasn't expecting any special introduction.  I forget, honestly I do, how high a standing missionaries have here.  So different than at home.  But I'm okay with it.  And I think that's all there'll be.  So I settle into the service itself.

And there's music.  So much music, unrehearsed and raw with giggles when they start on the wrong key, and a child of one of the singers running up in the middle of the song from time to time, and the parent gently bringing them to their side while they keep on singing, until the child is done and runs back to sit down with the rest of us.  And every group has a special number.  And there is dancing, which is where the jingling fringes come in.

We sing together a few times.  These are mostly unknown tunes to me, but the harmonies are incredible.  And then.  Can I even describe this?  An old hymn, likely brought by some of the first Christian missionaries, How Great Thou Art.  And I can I even contain myself as we sing together with all the enthusiasm of hearts touched by such a great God, in three different languages, with harmonies that must be visiting us from heaven.  There's an old word my Gramma Robinson might use for this.  Rapture.  I attempt to capture the rapture, and it's almost possible because we sing all four verses, and it is simply beautiful.

From the sublime to the ridiculous.  When we sit down I realize my ankle is getting a bit worse.  And, wait, is that a black dot on my other ankle?  I try to wipe it away but this time it does indeed seem buried just under my skin.  When I told God He could do whatever he wanted with this bug bite, did I expected that might extend to my other ankle!?

To help distract me, and because it's getting warmer and we've been at this for over an hour and Suradet hasn't even started his sermon yet and because I keep drinking good amounts of water, I use a little break in the ceremonies to ask to use the bathroom.  Afterwards I feel a little better, because moving my ankle helps, and because the black dot on the other ankle is actually very easily removed by a sanitary wipe and wasn't at all embedded in my skin, sheesh.  And it helps to get outside where there was a bit more air.

And just in time we are back in our seats because now it's Suradet's turn.  He speaks in Thai and is being translated into Lahu.  He greets everyone and then says something about there being a missionary here from Canada who would now like to say a few words because she can speak in Thai.  There is?  Oh.  That would be me.  And Yupa is making me stand up and pointing to the podium, so off I go.  

Freeze frame.

This whole visit I've mourned the loss of what feels to me a significant amount of fluency in Thai.  I've struggled mightily, and that's been frustrating and embarrassing and distracting.  And humbling.  So wonderfully, awfully humbling.

Slow mo.

As I walk to the podium and am handed the mic, I just ask for grace.  That's all.  Nothing like what I'm about to be given.  

Regular speed.  

And it comes.  I greet them all ever so politely and warmly, and I let what I say come from not a head trying to translate, but a heart that was moments ago enraptured in worship with these truly inspiring human souls who worship so differently and entirely the same.  And I say, and am understood, that it is such a delight for me to be here worshipping together with all of them.  That everywhere in the world, where people love Jesus, we are all from the same family.  And that means everyone here is my brother and sister.  And I thank them for welcoming me into their family.  And it comes easily and simply and honestly.  There is hearty applause, and several people stop me on the way down to touch my arm and say thank you.

And I sit back down and realize that exotic insect bites and cross-cultural fashion crises don't matter.  I'm here for this.  To be with family.  It's just that simple.

Suradet's sermon is phenomenal, and I marvel again at his ever-increasing skill set as a pastor, leader, follower of Christ, communicating God's Word clearly, memorably, relevantly.

And there's a few more songs after that.  Suradet and I are acknowledged again, called to the front, and given two handmade bags as gifts.  

And then we eat.  Everywhere.  A table is brought up on the platform, chairs are cleared away so folks can eat off the floor.  Outside many are gathered under a tent.  We stay inside.  The table is for the special guests and apparently, we are among them.  Almost everything is served wrapped in banana leaves.  Mostly I stick with the rice, but I think what Yupa is putting on my leaf is chicken, so I try some of that.

And there is a little girl who's pretending not to be looking at me.  Every time I look up and we make eye contact, she looks away.  But then shyly peeks again.  I smile.  I ask to take her picture.  She obliges.  She looks familiar if that makes any sense.  It shouldn't.  And then I suddenly realize.  It's me.  Well not me.  But isn't it kind of cool when you find your two- year old doppelganger in a remove Lahu village on the other side of the world?  Or maybe our Dads just took the same haircutting class.  I don't know.  I'll let you decide.

Oh sweetie.  I wonder what adventures God has in store for you in your lifetime.  Will they take you to the other side of the world where you can put aside the fussing about stupid things and let God be all and more than you ever dreamed He could be?

I hope so.

There is more talking on the way home.  I have so many questions.  And what I'm wearing doesn't matter, and the bug bite will be almost gone before I have to get on the plane.  

  

Bai Teo Times Twenty Two

We're sticky and full and exhausted and have all fallen asleep in various ridiculous positions on the way home.  Proof of a great time out for fun - 'bai teo'.

For some of our kids, this would have been a first.  You can tell.  The little boys stay safely close to Ahajahn Suradet, eyes wide, uncharacteristically saying nothing.  Even our older girls, the new ones, aren't quite sure what to make of the grand theme-park entrance way and lining up to go through the turnstile.   At a few points - especially when the giraffe came just a little too close - it was a tad overwhelming, hands clutching tightly on Ahajahn Ruth's arm.  

For the most part though, our trip to Chiang Mai Night Safari was a whole lot of oohs and ahhs and giggles and wide-eyed wonder.  

This is no small endeavour.  It begins back in Canada with folks generously donating funds to make it happen.  When you're taking twenty-two people on a day trip, you have to do a double take on the price.  And right now Thailand's economy is in the very same position as the rest of the world - trying to catch up.  It cost us 6,500 THB for admission only, which equates to about $214 CDN.  This includes the bonus that children under 100 cm are free (that was six of us).  Maybe that sounds like a fairly decent price, considering what it might be to take a family of four to a similar venue in and around the GTA.  But for our budget and in these times this was a bit more than previous comparable day trips might cost.  We would NEVER have been able to swing it were it not for the generous gifts.  So a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who put anything at all in that little box I had out for a few Sundays....and/or contributed directly on the day of the Garage Sale or through Highview's various donation venues!!!  You know who you are.  

It meant we could learn about all kinds of animals through various demonstrations and shows.  But best of all was the train ride 'through' the pavilions.  This is where the giraffe comes in, and really comes in!

The way it's laid out is that many of the animals can come and interact with us on the tram.  The giraffes seem to like to check out each car.  The zebras didn't mind getting up close and personal.  And all manner of antelope and deer treated us with a close up look.  More dangerous animals, of course were separated from the track by strategic ditches and fencing, but none of it very visible from our perspective, as we travelled through about five different countries.  

My personal favourite was the Asian sun bear, who was expecting us and greeted us happily by rising up on its haunches to show off its bright orange chest patches.  Of course it helped that our driver tossed in an apple or two, drawing out his other two friends.  But honestly, was that bear smiling?  

Another favourite was the Asian bear cats as they strolled right above us across a rope set up with some treats for them in the middle.  

By the time we leave it's dark and past our supper time.  The snack Yupa packed helped, but we still need some sustenance.  So, where do you bring 22 people for an evening meal on a tight budget and without a reservation?  To the noddle stand beside the 7-11 on the side of the highway!!  You should have seen the guy who runs the stand!  He was elated.  He even asked one of our older girls to take a picture of all of us at the four small tables he has on the side.  Like a this-never-happens-to-me-and-I-gotta-put-it-on-Facebook kind of picture.  His joy was another part of what made the day for me.  

And of course, because we were so close to a 7-11, we just had to go in for some treats.  Something more fun to drink than the water from the cooler at the noodle hut.  And something light and sweet, but not too much because it was almost bed time by now.

For me, the most notable feature of the day, as it always is, was the children themselves.  Perhaps it's because they are tad overwhelmed.  Maybe it's because they don't get this very often so they're not taking anything for granted.  But for the entire trip, there is not one bit of acting out or complaining or need for correction, other than reminding Jua (our youngest and most animated) to come back a bit from the other cars in the parking lot by the noodle stand.  He was dancing in the someone's headlights.  Honestly, other than that, nothing.  

We're making happy memories for these kids.  More than poverty could have imagined for them.  And it's not about the big trips either.  It's in sharing it together with this big warm family.  The kind of family you can fall asleep on, even if you're a bit sticky, on the way home from a really grand 'bai teo'.

Yupa's New Kitchen (The Whole Story)

Yupa and her Pampered Chef Chopper

 It's all big and bright and clean.  Just like you would want any kitchen to be.  But there's something of a deeper good and a truer shine on this new addition to the house of Suradet and Yupa on the Hot Springs campus.  Because it quite literally rose up out of the ashes.

Before this.

It's important to know something of the living situation of not just our gathered children, but of their parents as well.  We are situated on property that is the extension of the Korean Methodist Church  Suradet and Yupa planted some 20 years ago.  It's a larger-sized property, and can host small conferences and large meetings, youth retreats and, well us.  

In this living situation, Suradet and Yupa have been given one of the structures to live in, and while it wasn't originally laid out to be a family home, they have innovated and adjusted and made a good place for their own family, with an office space now included.  

And before this, the kitchen was, let's say rustic.

Don't get me wrong, some of the best Thai food on the planet came out of the kitchen, proof of Yupa's excellent culinary skills and gift of hospitality.  But the "room" that we called the kitchen was more outdoors than in; more camp-style than cuisine.  It made use of what was once a porch, some corrugated fiberglass roofing, crazy Thai-style electric wiring, and copious black netting to keep out the animals.  It was cramped and crowded and dark, and accessed down a rather steep step and via a rather narrow walkway.

To be clear, this was not the kitchen where the main food prep for our children took place.  Some did.  And a fair bit of food storage was in there.  So there's that.  But still.

Yupa was not at home when the fire happened.  She was staying with her Mom in their shared time of grief at the loss of her father.  Trauma happens that way sometimes, layer on layer like that.  Bell was the first to notice the smoke and the alarm.  She woke up her Dad.  And by the time they and the older boys were on it, things were almost, almost beyond saving the entire house.  Almost.  And aren't we glad we made sure we have smoke detectors and the fire extinguishers, because the fire department never would have made it out here on time.

And it was a mess.

I received the video of the still-smoking remains within minutes of the danger being past.  And Suradet's strained but relieved voice, saying first the words you absolutely must say first if you ever have to send a video of what used to be your kitchen but now is just a charred and hissing mess. 

 "Everybody okay!"

I admit, this was perhaps one of the hardest points of the full-throes of the pandemic for me.  We were already contending with the pandemic itself.  Online learning for the kids.  Concern for everyone's health and safety.  Then Yupa's father's diagnosis leading to his death.  Now this.  Really?  A fire?  And the next little bits of this illusion of security and control we fool ourselves with break off and shatter on the smudged ceramic tiles. And I am all these cursed miles away, completely unable to do what everything in my being screamed to do.  Just be there.

An important pause inserted here, because it was awful.

But after this.

This.

It's beautiful.  Big and bright and clean.  And it happened because so many responded in the moment.  Because it just so happened that Yupa's nephew who is a skilled tradesman was available.  Because folks half way around the world felt the "oh no!" of it and wanted to help.  Because insurance is a real thing and was part of our start up plan four years ago.  A new kitchen was not in the budget but it happened anyway and today we are all shiny with gratitude.

The Pampered Chef Chopper was a cherry on the top of one of the fundraisers we did.  Thank you to everyone who participated in that.  Thai food, as you well may know, requires lots of chopping, and it will be put to very good use, believe me.

And now I am tempted to simplify it all and say that good things come out of bad.   They do.  But in all my conversations I'm having this week about all the things that happened while we were away from one another, we are trying to make sure not to be glib.

This was hard.

So many levels of hard.

And we are grateful, 

largely because of how much we've lost, 

and how much we've lived, 

and how much is true in dark chapters of the story. 

Maybe the Hokey Pokey IS What It's All About

L-R Fah, Meena, Pooey, Atom, Gam, Im, Da, May

There's been a lot less hugging than usual in these first few days here.

Partly, that's because I'm keeping my distance for about five days...just in case.  Feeling great, actually.  Better than I should be given the extra rigors of the trip this time.  But if I do begin to present with any symptoms....best be careful.

But it's more than just that.

So many of the kids have never met me.  And some of them are still adjusting to being here and being part of this family.  Some of them, as I might observe, will take a while long to show the benefits of the better nutrition and overall care.  To hold back a little makes sense, and respecting that is therefore even more important.

The older girls (pictured above) - which sounds funny for me to even call them that now - are holding back a little too.  Maybe because when I left they were very much into that cuddly stage, and now they are becoming young women.  Maybe because a lot has happened in the world since I was gone and, well, aren't we all a little more careful with our hearts and expectations this side of COVID.  After all, I was gone for a long time because of it.

Speculation, at this point, shared because an honest account of how it is here brings more of it home to those who can't be.  And because I'm still sorting myself out a little in these first few, lesser-hugging days, and it helps to say it.  And because caring for at-risk and orphaned children is more complicated that any amount of hugging or can resolve.  All of our kids are here for a reason.  

But then, a bit of a breakthrough.

Right.  Left.  

That's the basic concept we're after for the little ESL portion of our time together last night.  As I said, a lot of the children are new, and many of the little boys are very much at a beginner stage as far as English learning is concerned.

And, come on, when you have Right and Left as your main concepts, you just HAVE to do the Hokey Pokey.*  And when you do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around, well, apparently that is what it's all about.  Because big smiles.  Because laughing.  Because being silly (especially when you get to the 'you put your backside in' verse) is freeing, and fun, and is a love language all its own.

For me personally, I am over the top grateful for a very solid first few days here, emotionally, physically, even sleep-wise.  But there's still a sense that there's work to do and trust to regain.  

I can be patient.  I takes a while to earn the name "Gramma" in any language.

For all those who Sponsor a Child, and support us in other ways, thank you.  Your love is known here.  The tangibles and the prayers.  It's all part of giving our kids the space to believe they matter, they are important, and they're safe.

Here's a little glimpse of opening the packets from the Sponsors last Tuesday night.

I'm still building up my picture file.  Haven't wanted the new kids especially to feel too invaded.

Deborah (pink) and Goon (blue)

May (who is now taller than me)

Bell

Guitar

*The inspiration for the title of this blog, and much more creative reflections of my life, is from my dear friend and kindergarten teacher extraordinaire, Anne Campbell.

Cascades of Shalom

The exact date of this photo escapes me.  It was taken on a trip to Thailand fairly early in our partnership with Suradet and Yupa.  We went on an outing, escaping the oppressive humidity, driving up in the mountains a little bit, where this gently cascading waterfall provided no end of refreshing fun.  

I remember the children's uninhibited laughter; their squeals and happy shouts, playing in the rushing water with the forest leaning in, all green and misty and lush.  

I had a profound moment in the midst of that.  Sitting there (I'm kind of off to the right under a tree branch with a pinkish shirt on), letting the cool water and the children's joy wash over me, there was an undeniable, breath-snatching sense of God's presence, and His voice, bell-clear, saying:

"This!"

Because laughter and joy and wild-abandon fun is NOT where these kids came from.  It was NOT where they were headed either, had they not found their way into the nourishing care of this unique and incredible family.  And somehow, some-unbelievable-totally-unlikely-but-it-happened-anyway-how, I get to be part of it.

"This!"  

"Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink?  When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you?  When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?"  The King will reply, "Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me."   Matthew 25:37-40

"This!"

"And if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed....You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail."  Isaiah 58:10-11

 "This!"

"In the last days....(God's end game for humanity)...Everyone will sit under their own vine and under their own fig tree, and no one will make them afraid."  Micah 4:4

"This!"

Yes, this!

And the cascades of shalom, of God's ultimate love-driven destination of peace, keep tumbling over our children, over their hearts, over their lives, over their futures.  And it all spills back to us.

I leave in less than two weeks (October 31), so the countdown is really on now.

Sponsors' packets are all in, bulging pouches of this exact kind of least-of-these-shalom, ready for opening on the first day I arrive.  And it all tumbles down and around and waters this garden of peace.

Thank you for joining this piece of the mission of God!

May everyone who's given any part of themselves towards this cascade be washed over with blessing and strength and joy, and exactly the kind of peace you need right now.

A Word from Micah and The Double "Hoo Boy!" of Having My Tickets

A tiny delicate flower (not a fig) that grows on the property we hope to develop as a future home of peace for our children.

I have my tickets!

The exclamation mark at the end of this sentence expresses two ways one can say "hoo boy!"

Hoo Boy! 

Yay and hooray, it's finally happening!

After almost two years and nine months away (February 2020 to November 2022), this feels like an unbearable longing fulfilled.  

My heart lives on both sides of the world.  This is a painful kind of love, as anyone who has been distanced from beloveds knows.  Between our two churches, between Sponsors and children, between Suradet and Yupa and myself....our is a very relational kind of connection.  And the on-the-ground feature of my role, three times a year for a month at a time, has become an essential component in the partnership and reciprocity that has been so carefully cultivated over the past fourteen years.  

Of course, the dangers and anxieties related to the reason for being away, that being of course a global pandemic, only add to the sense of distress at being separated.  

So, to now have my tickets for a visit scheduled from October 31 to November 22 feels like something incredible.  And something solid, hopeful to hold on to, to work toward, to hang on for, in the easing of my longing to simply be with them.

Hoo Boy! 

Yikes!  COVID is still circulating around the globe.  Travel news reports much chaos at airports.  The politics of that part of the world are also making news, and I am paying extra attention to that, given my transfer point is Taipei, Taiwan. Yeah, I know.  Besides all that, I hope I still have my travel 'stamina'.  The flights are long and demanding.  Hope I'm up to the demands.   

Hoo Boy!!!

It's okay.

I find these "hoo boy!" exclamation marks force better thinking about who I am and why I do what I do.  More to the point, I find I am reflecting about the whole 'mission of God' thing at perhaps deeper levels.

The Mission of God.  Missio Dei.

Lest that sound too lofty, it's not really.  It's something God has been quite up front about since He started to guide the process by which His heart (His Words) would be written down.  It's everywhere in the Bible.  But for a long lately I've been lingering in Micah, and especially chapter 4.

Emphasizing His passion for equity, and all peoples having what they need, He paints a picture through the prophet of what it will look like when His mission is fulfilled.

"Everyone will sit under their own vine and under their own fig tree; and no one will make them afraid."  Micah 4:4

Invoking the symbols of agricultural security, Micah describes a scenario where everyone has exactly what they need for safety, health and well being, in the most spiritually riches of ways.  And not being afraid....that's everyone living in peace.

I think of our kids.  How well fed and nourished and supported and protected they are.....now.  

So, okay.  Yes!

This is something I can 'hoo boy!' about!! This is worth moving out of my COVID and politically-safe comfort zone for!  Something this important, this deeply true, is worth taking some risks.  

So.  Okay!  HOO BOY!

The day of my departure is technically Sunday, October 30, since the flight is technically scheduled for 1 a.m. October 31st.  On that Sunday at Highview, I have been invited to reflect even more on what God's been doing with our Thai family, and give something of a pre-trip report.

It's a way off, but for now, what I think is formulating for that report is this:  "A three-year absence from being on site at Hot Springs has re-emphasized important understandings about the mission of God.

One, God's mission is not bound by time.

Two, God's mission cannot be thwarted.

Three, God's mission requires I give myself fully.

So much more to unpack on this, and between now and then, who knows what else may surface?  For now I am happy, excited to be sitting in between the exclamation marks of this next journey with God to the other side of the world.

Breaking Out: The Education Factor and Garage Sales

 Faces of opportunity.  

To the left in the light blue is Kratae, now in her first year at horticultural school, studying not just botany but business, with the hopes of owning her own garden shop one day soon.

To the right in the dark blue is Wara, now in her second year at Bible school pursing what she believes to be a call into ministry as a pastor.

We could not be more proud of these two young ladies!  A post-secondary education would have been out of the question for both of them, given the circumstances into which they were born.  Education at all would have been basic at best, as most villages do not even have a functioning primary school.

Their families asked us to help change the trajectory of their lives, to provide the kind of nutrition and education and environment that would help these daughters live into their fullest potential.  Both Kratae and Wara have been with us for the majority of their schooling, and have completed high school and stepped into the new possibilities waiting for them.  I can tell you with complete confidence that they both have the depth of character and tenacity to spend this opportunity well.  And may I add, we all know the impact of educating young women on the effects of poverty overall.  

And while each of them has a Sponsoring family here in Canada, the extra expenses of tuition, room and board, books and spending allowances comes from a separate fund at New Family Foundation.

That's where all the money will be directed out of our

THAILAND GARAGE SALE

Saturday, September 24, 2022

8 a.m. to 1 p.m.

295 Highview Drive

Kitchener, ON N2N 2K7

(Rain or Shine)

For those nearby, we will be receiving donations of gently-used, already-priced goods at Highview Community Church (address above) starting Sunday, September 19th.  

We also hope to have a baked goods table and have already had some tasty offers in this regard.  [I intend to provide some of my own chocolate chip cookies, just sayin'.]

On the day of the sale, if you're close by at all, we would LOVE to see you!!!

And Kratae and Wara are already overwhelmed that we would do this for them.

If you have any further questions, or maybe simply would like to make a donation to NFF's Student Fund, please do not hesitate to contact me at rabreithaupt@hcckw.ca.  

An Invitation to Make A Real Difference - Four Sponsor-Child Connections In The Waiting

 

If you've been to our blog before, you know how this goes.

And for all our faithful, beautiful Sponsors, you really know how this goes!

Four New Children

Four new children have arrived at Hot Springs and we are hoping to make good connections between them and folks who can come alongside and love and lead them on to strong futures.

Let me introduce you:

Fah

Fah is 12 years old in grade 6.  Both her parents are living and are together as a family.  However, the mountain village where she is from only has school up until grade 5.  For her to continue in her education and have wider opportunities, her parents have asked if we could bring her to Hot Springs.

Sharon

Sharon (pronounced Sha-Lon) is 16 years old and in her last years of high school.  Her story is complicated, with both parents living but neither of them in Thailand.  Her mother has had previous connections with the church at Hot Springs, and Sharon has spent holidays there while at her previous boarding school.  Now that school has closed down, and Sharon was left virtually homeless.  We are glad to have her become part of our circle.

Colour

Colour is 9, from a very rustic village with no school.  His parents, both living, have heard how well one of the other children from this village has done so well at Hot Springs; Kratae, now in post secondary education, and contacted Suradet and Yupa to ask if their son could be given the same opportunity.  This isn't new this year, but it's always affirming to have parents contact us because of good referrals.

Goo

Goo is is 7 years old from a Hmong village.  His divorced parents have left him to be raised by his maternal grandmother who is herself still working as a farmer.  Unfortunately, this is a common story among many separated families. There is no school whatsoever in the village.   The grandmother heard about our home from a relative, and asked if he could come to be with us.  Another of our new children (Jua, already sponsored) is his first cousin.  So the boys have each other to keep fluent in their original language and culture, an important value at Hot Springs.

Each of these children need Sponsors to come alongside and be partners in their future.

"Sponsors' Expectations" are carefully laid out in the document I would be happy to send you.  And for that and any other questions you can connect with me at rabreithaupt@hcckw.ca.

But a warning.

When our kids come to us, they already have big challenges written into their stories, as you can understand from the little I've told you about the children above.  Our hope is to see them find hope and safety in a journey that takes them through to the end of high school and beyond.  Indeed most of our kids stay with us for this consistency and stability, and you can go back to previous blogs or keep checking in for those stories.

But sometimes the challenges, combined with our commitment to keep them connected with living family members and their original tribal culture, interferes.  As with our own children at home, they have the freedom to make their own choices and not all of those choices are wise.  

So the caveat is this.  We invite you into a very relationship-based, hands-on kind of Sponsorship experience where we will do our best to keep you meaningfully connected with one another.  AND that may mean some heartache as you walk them through to their adult lives.  Just sayin.  To be fair.

So if you are up to that, let me know.

You will make a difference.  No question.

Wanla Nit, Wanla Noi - "A Little Bit Each Day"

 

May and A-Tom - Grade 6 Graduation

The slow and steady things of life have been impressed upon me of late.  The bigness of the little bits all collected; the successes of a long faithfulness; the measurements of what happens when you just tenaciously stay at it over the long haul.

If we're honest, I think we might all admit to feeling the temptation to want the 'big win'.  When things are important enough, we can get impatient to see the results of our efforts in obvious, immediate metrics.  Pounds off on the scale.  Big chunks off the debt.  Huge strides in improvements or developments of any sort.  Flowers shooting up into blooms all at once.

Earliest spring shoots.

But in most of life, accomplishment comes in increments, almost impossible to see happening before your eyes unless you take a longer look at what's going on.  Like children eager to line themselves up against the wall to see how tall they are now.  It's only by measuring against where you were months or even years ago that you can see where you've come.

May and Atom both graduated grade 6 this school year.  They are tall and blossoming young ladies now.  Here's May when she arrived at Hot Springs, age six, and so very, very small.  What you can't tell from the pictures is how much she has grown in confidence as well.  Her voice!  Such a timid, held back whisper, now developed into a well-spoken, articulate expression of strength.  All around the world, it's so important that we help little girls find their voice.

Similarly for A-Tom.  The coming into her own, the building of skills, the finding her own space in the world...it doesn't happen over night.

The Thai phrase for this is a colloquial blending of the word for 'day' (wan) and the phrase for 'little bit' (nit noi), becoming a lyrical wanla nit, wanla noi.  Just a little bit each day.

A-Tom

I am glad for these reminders.  As    the pandemic months turn to years and I am not there with them, it can feel a bit like time is frozen and nothing is happening.  

That is, if I make this only about what I can perceive.

It brings to mind a rather intriguing "quotation" from Paul in 1 Corinthians 2:9.

"'What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived' -- the things God has prepared for those who love him -- these are the things God has revealed to us by his Spirit."

There's good depth in exploring this text (and the Isaiah 64, 65 connection it evokes)  that I won't go into here.  But the underlying thought is that there's always a lot more going on than meets the eye...and God's got it well in hand.

This brings me again and again to places of deep gratitude for all you who take these patient steps a little bit at a time with us.  The long faithfulness of your support makes these gradual life transformations possible.  Thank you for your tenacious vision to stay at it with us.  They are growing, these precious ones.  Just a little bit every day for big, big outcomes that would not be possible otherwise.

Soon I will be making some important decisions about a time to return.  There's a lot to consider, especially now with war and air-space factoring into flight paths and transfers.  And then there's this little 'sixth wave' making its way around the world, and the growing realization that waiting until COVID has run its course isn't likely going to be a proactive strategy.

So, as always, we appreciate your prayers.  Much wisdom is needed for this, and for any and all future plans for property and financial development, and the nurturing of all our partner relationships that make any of it possible.

Blessings and strength for your own "little bit each day" endeavours!

The Little Beauties of the Bigger Thing

One of the last outings I went on during my January 2020 trip, was to the Chiang Mai Flower Festival.  A magnificent event showcasing the incredible talent and attention to detail of horticultural artisans skilled in traditional forms.

From the huge floats to the tiniest of details, the vibrancy of colour and the sheer number of blooms required is truly breathtaking.

Who does this?  Who pays such attention to each individual petal and blossom in the most basic configuration, all the while keeping the big picture in mind?  The time taken and the precision and the patience all speaks to both the extraordinary artistry AND the unhurried, meditative nature of the Thai culture.  

These memories (and photos) serve me well in these days of waiting. 

I wonder if the artists get eye strain, or neck strain, or lose sight of the final project while they are hunkering down into the miniscule work of it?  Probably.  Tedium will do that to you.  When something takes a long, long time, when you're in the middle of it, it feels like nothing's happening.

It's time to be thinking about booking my next flight.  At least I think it is.  Then a war breaks out and new risk factors have to be taken into consideration.  But at least my own stamina and well being is on the upswing, enough that I can once again imagine myself on the plane for that long.  But when, exactly?  I don't know.

 When I was at the Flower Festival I couldn't help notice the juxtaposition of the old city walls against the colour-splash of fresh flowers.  While the festival itself is only 45 years old, these bricks have overseen more than 700 years of life and living and festivals on the city streets.  That's old.  That's a long legacy.

I am so grateful for all that I keep learning from my Thai beloveds, from their culture, from their collective-psyche, from their love.  And it's all worth it, I know this.  Every teeny detail done in preparation for the big splash of things, it's all part of the longer story.

Right now in Thailand the Flower Festival is past.  Our children are finishing up another COVID- interrupted school year, and making plans to head up to the mountains to visit living family members.  One of our teenagers has graduated high school and is applying for university.  She wants to be a kindergarten teacher.  We are hoping to arrange much needed holidays (didn't happen last year) for Suradet andYupa.  It's getting hotter, especially by 3 or 4 in the afternoon.  And I wish I was there.

We have much to do together, even from this distance.

Rice and water and other bare necessities have experienced the inflated prices felt all around the world as we contend with the fallout from not just the pandemic, but now the war as well.  My main job right now, the teeny flowers for the bigger picture, is to send out appeals and discern best practices for closing the gap in our 2022 budget.  [As always, if you are not yet a supporter of New Family Foundation I am always happen to chat.  Contact me at rabreithaupt@hcckw.ca.]

And always....our hearts are overflowing with gratitude for all those who faithfully watch over us by their support.  And to God and His incredible care for our children as seen in the trouble He went to, to arrange for all of you to partner with us!

Blessings and joy and quiet peace to you all.