Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
love your enemies
As most of you know if you have been reading the previous blogs the eviction of Dey Krahom has been heavy on my heart.I have spent time out at the relocation site and it isn't pretty .The people there have been without water and food and being 20 kilometers outside the city they have no way of making a living.The people I met were of the market community that was a vibrant part of Dey Krahom .Although some of the people have documentation saying that they have been residents in some cases 10 years or more the developer won't recognize their claim.They are now being told they will be evicted from the resettlement site by the 28th of february.The developer and government were happy to relocate them outside the city where there isn't as many eyes on them.Now that they are there they are abusing their rights even more.
I had a lot of anger against the developer ,the government and especially the police .To see the police in riot gear abusing the citizens they should be protecting was in my mind a double slap in the face of justice. I have spent the past couple of weeks in and out of court with one of the community leaders who was charged with some trumped up charges to try to silence him.It was great to see the faith community rally around Dey Krahom and the abuses of Justice.There is so much healing to be done with the anger and hatred for everyone involved.
This definitely includes me.
So how is God going to do that???It is easy enough to read the Word it says "but Love your enemies" .Easier (said and read) than done.How does that manifest itself????In my head I know God wants me to and I know I want to do what God wants me to.But how????
The reason I have such a heart for Cambodia seems to be the youth that keep teaching me everyday in my walk.Whether it is an eight year old teaching me Khmer,a 10 year old taking care of her little brother or sister, youth in BBSC or the youth worshipping the Lord at New Life Fellowship with abandon,it seems they are teaching me.
Valentines Day !!!!I know a day of artificial love tokens made up by the marketers of consumerism.Sorry ladies I am actually a romantic and don't need a day set aside by someone else,everyday is a day to share your love.
So what did I do on Valentine's Day????I went into the enemies camp and showered them with love.A Christian youth group from EFC Cambodia decided to rent a couple of Tuk Tuks and drive around the city looking for policeman.We would then stop run out and give them gifts and little heart decorations and then gather around them and tell them that we loved them.
WOW!!!!!!!!!!
If you would have told me as I watched the police at Dey Krahom and the violence that I would be giving gifts and telling the policeman they were loved I would have told you you were crazy.The youth understand that the police everyday abuse the citizens extort money for fines etc.etc. but they knew that darkness cannot exist in the light of love.They knew that the police even if only for moments,maybe the whole day maybe longer would treat others as they had been treated, with love.The unsuspecting police were changed by this action of love,the students were changed and encouraged and thank God I have been changed by this moment.
Thank-you to all the students pictured here that were actually the teachers today......they taught me how to love.
God bless kevin
I had a lot of anger against the developer ,the government and especially the police .To see the police in riot gear abusing the citizens they should be protecting was in my mind a double slap in the face of justice. I have spent the past couple of weeks in and out of court with one of the community leaders who was charged with some trumped up charges to try to silence him.It was great to see the faith community rally around Dey Krahom and the abuses of Justice.There is so much healing to be done with the anger and hatred for everyone involved.
This definitely includes me.
So how is God going to do that???It is easy enough to read the Word it says "but Love your enemies" .Easier (said and read) than done.How does that manifest itself????In my head I know God wants me to and I know I want to do what God wants me to.But how????
The reason I have such a heart for Cambodia seems to be the youth that keep teaching me everyday in my walk.Whether it is an eight year old teaching me Khmer,a 10 year old taking care of her little brother or sister, youth in BBSC or the youth worshipping the Lord at New Life Fellowship with abandon,it seems they are teaching me.
Valentines Day !!!!I know a day of artificial love tokens made up by the marketers of consumerism.Sorry ladies I am actually a romantic and don't need a day set aside by someone else,everyday is a day to share your love.
So what did I do on Valentine's Day????I went into the enemies camp and showered them with love.A Christian youth group from EFC Cambodia decided to rent a couple of Tuk Tuks and drive around the city looking for policeman.We would then stop run out and give them gifts and little heart decorations and then gather around them and tell them that we loved them.
WOW!!!!!!!!!!
If you would have told me as I watched the police at Dey Krahom and the violence that I would be giving gifts and telling the policeman they were loved I would have told you you were crazy.The youth understand that the police everyday abuse the citizens extort money for fines etc.etc. but they knew that darkness cannot exist in the light of love.They knew that the police even if only for moments,maybe the whole day maybe longer would treat others as they had been treated, with love.The unsuspecting police were changed by this action of love,the students were changed and encouraged and thank God I have been changed by this moment.
Thank-you to all the students pictured here that were actually the teachers today......they taught me how to love.
God bless kevin
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Tarp city
I was sleeping last night when the sound of rain hitting the metal roof woke me from my sleep.At first you have to get aware of your surroundings to realize where you are in the dark of night.Once my bearings were set I just listened to the rain grateful for a roof that didn't leak on me.My first thought went to me next door neighbor who's house isnt nearly as structurally sound as mine.He runs a recycling business out of his house where a lot of the neighborhood kids come with there plastic bottles and cans.
I knew as the rain proceeded to pound harder and harder on the roof I was imagining what it must be like in the monsoon season when it rains for weeks on end.Surely his roof leaks everywhere and with a large family where can they go in a small environment to get away from the rain.Even if they could find a spot what about there few possessions getting soaked in the rain.This time of year it was only a small shower where clothes could be dried in the sun of the new day what about the rainy season.
Then my thoughts turned to another community that I had visited during the day.It is one of the re-location sites that the government moves the people to when they are evicted from the city.If you enlarge the pictures(I think you just click on them)you can see that they are nothing more than some tarps and scrap metal and lumber people were able to salvage from someplace.Now it just wasn't my neighbor on my heart but a whole community who would think that my neighbor had it easy and was living quite comfortably.I wish it ended there.My thoughts turned to the communities that are all around me ,around the city and around the country that I pass by everyday ,not knowing what troubles even a little rain can produce especially when the slums are generally in low lying areas.Will the wood be to wet to light for the morning rice????
As the sound of the rain pounded harder on the roof I was left with the thought that I was grateful for the roof over my head but even more grateful that I was kept awake not by the noise of the rain but from God opening up my heart from a deep sleep to think about others less fortunate .
I cry sometimes when I think of the selfishness of my own life .The time that I wasted away ,the money I threw away the life that was thrown away.I am forever thankful that God doesn't waste anything.All our life experiences good and bad will be used to glorify Him when we let Him.In my case He has a lot to work with to turn around for good but as He reveals more about myself to me and I let Him take that and transform it and share those experiences with others it is a process that is so rewarding.When we become more like Him and less like us is there anything of worth in this world that even comes close to that???I think not!!!!!
I share my weaknesses whenever I can to let others know it is okay to be vulnerable that like in 2 Corinthians 12:9 "My grace is sufficient for you,for my power is made perfect in weakness" therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses,so that Christ's power may rest on me.
In our ability to not only share weaknesses but boast of our weaknesses to allow Him to enter into our brokenness and transform us will determine our true strength.
God bless
I knew as the rain proceeded to pound harder and harder on the roof I was imagining what it must be like in the monsoon season when it rains for weeks on end.Surely his roof leaks everywhere and with a large family where can they go in a small environment to get away from the rain.Even if they could find a spot what about there few possessions getting soaked in the rain.This time of year it was only a small shower where clothes could be dried in the sun of the new day what about the rainy season.
Then my thoughts turned to another community that I had visited during the day.It is one of the re-location sites that the government moves the people to when they are evicted from the city.If you enlarge the pictures(I think you just click on them)you can see that they are nothing more than some tarps and scrap metal and lumber people were able to salvage from someplace.Now it just wasn't my neighbor on my heart but a whole community who would think that my neighbor had it easy and was living quite comfortably.I wish it ended there.My thoughts turned to the communities that are all around me ,around the city and around the country that I pass by everyday ,not knowing what troubles even a little rain can produce especially when the slums are generally in low lying areas.Will the wood be to wet to light for the morning rice????
As the sound of the rain pounded harder on the roof I was left with the thought that I was grateful for the roof over my head but even more grateful that I was kept awake not by the noise of the rain but from God opening up my heart from a deep sleep to think about others less fortunate .
I cry sometimes when I think of the selfishness of my own life .The time that I wasted away ,the money I threw away the life that was thrown away.I am forever thankful that God doesn't waste anything.All our life experiences good and bad will be used to glorify Him when we let Him.In my case He has a lot to work with to turn around for good but as He reveals more about myself to me and I let Him take that and transform it and share those experiences with others it is a process that is so rewarding.When we become more like Him and less like us is there anything of worth in this world that even comes close to that???I think not!!!!!
I share my weaknesses whenever I can to let others know it is okay to be vulnerable that like in 2 Corinthians 12:9 "My grace is sufficient for you,for my power is made perfect in weakness" therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses,so that Christ's power may rest on me.
In our ability to not only share weaknesses but boast of our weaknesses to allow Him to enter into our brokenness and transform us will determine our true strength.
God bless
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Unexpected
I was walking by the market yesterday and saw something I wasn"t expecting.
There was a foreigner a Brit I think who was talking to another foreigner and my discerning Spirit was flagged about the situation.I knew something was up but what was it????
As I approached closer I could hear the one person explaining the situation he was in(i.e.He just had his wallet stolen in the market and his need for money.
Then it sunk-in the reason my radar was up was that this is a seen that is so familiar to me living in the downtown eastside of Vancouver.This man hadn't had his wallet stolen he was a drug addict trying to find money for his next fix.I watched the action transpire knowing full well what was going on.I felt I should say something not to the person giving the money but to the drug-addict I proceeded to follow him but after receiving the money he was in (scoring mode) in other words he couldn't walk any faster without running .So I couldnt keep up...What would I have said????What could I do???That is where God's testimony through me comes in.
I wasn't able to talk too him today but the opportunity might arise again .Obviously it is a story he has told more than once that he will use on unsuspecting foreigners like the gentlemen he talked to.The market place is one where all the foreigners flock which is good pickings for him I am sure. I have a feeling our paths will cross again.
On a bright note ..........I did some self-care for myself the last couple of days .....very unlike me...I have taken some time to reflect and refill .......It is something that is a weakness of mine,I generally keep myself very busy and anyone that knows ministry knows that it never stops.
My nickname from one of my friends is "church bell"If anyone wants to find me they just have to ring a church bell.So I doubled up on church yesterday..I went to the local church in my community and then to another service at night .The second service was exactly what I needed...it was like comfort food for me.....food for the soul......I walked in and noticed that there were a lot of young people ....the third service just like back home seems to be a majority of youth.
It was worship central as all the congregation was singing and dancing to a great worship band and it happened to be mostly hillsong tunes that I knew so I was singing in english as they were singing in Khmer.
Before the service a woman sat down 2 chairs away and started talking with me .She was so open about her faith and her love for Jesus.She shared with me her own struggles and I shared with her.The funny thing is that her name is nite as is my last name knight.So obviously I wont forget her .She is now a teacher in the Christian school they have started she teaches grade 3.She was sharing that her pay is less than the school before(which isnt much)but she feels fulfilled that this is what God wants her to do.She has been at the church for ten years and has watched it grow tremendously.Sharing her struggles so openly was refreshing most people in the west try to hide their problems.
She asked me as we were leaving if there was anything she could pray about for me and I told her for an ear and tongue for her language.I asked her if there was something I could pray for her about ..........she said"I want to be more obedient to God sometimes I don't listen right away ...I still listen but I want to be obedient right away.....I asked prayer for something to make ministry in Cambodia easier for me..........She asked for prayer" to be more obedient to the Father"I know which one I would answer first Blessings on you T.C. Nite
There was a foreigner a Brit I think who was talking to another foreigner and my discerning Spirit was flagged about the situation.I knew something was up but what was it????
As I approached closer I could hear the one person explaining the situation he was in(i.e.He just had his wallet stolen in the market and his need for money.
Then it sunk-in the reason my radar was up was that this is a seen that is so familiar to me living in the downtown eastside of Vancouver.This man hadn't had his wallet stolen he was a drug addict trying to find money for his next fix.I watched the action transpire knowing full well what was going on.I felt I should say something not to the person giving the money but to the drug-addict I proceeded to follow him but after receiving the money he was in (scoring mode) in other words he couldn't walk any faster without running .So I couldnt keep up...What would I have said????What could I do???That is where God's testimony through me comes in.
I wasn't able to talk too him today but the opportunity might arise again .Obviously it is a story he has told more than once that he will use on unsuspecting foreigners like the gentlemen he talked to.The market place is one where all the foreigners flock which is good pickings for him I am sure. I have a feeling our paths will cross again.
On a bright note ..........I did some self-care for myself the last couple of days .....very unlike me...I have taken some time to reflect and refill .......It is something that is a weakness of mine,I generally keep myself very busy and anyone that knows ministry knows that it never stops.
My nickname from one of my friends is "church bell"If anyone wants to find me they just have to ring a church bell.So I doubled up on church yesterday..I went to the local church in my community and then to another service at night .The second service was exactly what I needed...it was like comfort food for me.....food for the soul......I walked in and noticed that there were a lot of young people ....the third service just like back home seems to be a majority of youth.
It was worship central as all the congregation was singing and dancing to a great worship band and it happened to be mostly hillsong tunes that I knew so I was singing in english as they were singing in Khmer.
Before the service a woman sat down 2 chairs away and started talking with me .She was so open about her faith and her love for Jesus.She shared with me her own struggles and I shared with her.The funny thing is that her name is nite as is my last name knight.So obviously I wont forget her .She is now a teacher in the Christian school they have started she teaches grade 3.She was sharing that her pay is less than the school before(which isnt much)but she feels fulfilled that this is what God wants her to do.She has been at the church for ten years and has watched it grow tremendously.Sharing her struggles so openly was refreshing most people in the west try to hide their problems.
She asked me as we were leaving if there was anything she could pray about for me and I told her for an ear and tongue for her language.I asked her if there was something I could pray for her about ..........she said"I want to be more obedient to God sometimes I don't listen right away ...I still listen but I want to be obedient right away.....I asked prayer for something to make ministry in Cambodia easier for me..........She asked for prayer" to be more obedient to the Father"I know which one I would answer first Blessings on you T.C. Nite
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