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  • Pleased to dwell among us

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    This is the text and most of the visuals I used when I shared at church last Sunday.  It sounded like God really blessed people through it, so I thought I’d pass it on.

    This morning I have the opportunity to share about my five years in Thailand, and the great challenge of condensing it into 20 minutes.  Let’s see, that would be about four minutes per year, less than 30 seconds per month….  No, don’t worry, I won’t try to do that.  I’ll just give some highlights, some snapshots into what God was doing that I got to be a part of.

    For people who aren’t familiar with what I’ve been up to:  in October I returned from five years of living and serving in the slums of Bangkok, Thailand.  My team and I worked alongside local Thai church leaders to reach out to the poor in that city.   Our vision was to see God’s Kingdom coming to the slums.  What that meant to us was not just spiritual salvation, but healing and justice and things made right in all of the brokenness in those slums.  So we worked with people in the communities to address their felt needs, to become empowered to work for change, as well as sharing verbally about Jesus to those who were interested.  We partnered with a Thai foundation to minister to tangible needs in the slums.  And ultimately we wanted to see churches planted, led by Thais in Thai ways, that reached out holistically to its neighbors, and reproduced to other communities.  Later I’ll give some examples of how we did those things.

    When I found out that today the church celebrates epiphany, I thought that was really cool timing.  Because in the last few months I was in Thailand I watched my slum community have its own epiphany.  The meaning of this word in Greek is similar to “manifestation” or “revelation”.  We say things like “I had an epiphany!” often to mean we figured something out, had a flash of insight.  But the Biblical epiphany means God making himself known to man.  His initiative, not ours.  God coming to live among us, rather than us figuring out how to get to God.  Jesus was born into our world, born into each of our hearts, born into that slum in Bangkok.  I was there in Thailand as a missionary, but really it was God doing the work, drawing people to himself.  I just got to be along for the ride.

    At epiphany we often reflect on the magi, or wise men, and their journey to Bethlehem.  The passage I chose from Colossians captures beautifully what it is that these magi discovered, what it is that my neighbors experienced and that I got to experience anew as I saw their child-like wonder of new faith.

    (Colossians 1:15-23) He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation; for in him all things in heaven and on earth were created, things visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or powers—all things have been created through him and for him. He himself is before all things, and in him all things hold together. He is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, so that he might come to have first place in everything. For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him God was pleased to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, by making peace through the blood of his cross. And you who were once estranged and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, he has now reconciled in his fleshly body through death, so as to present you holy and blameless and irreproachable before him— provided that you continue securely established and steadfast in the faith, without shifting from the hope promised by the gospel that you heard, which has been proclaimed to every creature under heaven. I, Paul, became a servant of this gospel.

    There is so much packed into this passage.  It’s rich with meaning and symbolism.  I’m going to just touch on two themes and how I experienced this in Bangkok.  The first is this idea of Jesus being the “fullness of God”, which was “pleased” to dwell in Jesus, to dwell in our flesh and walk our earth.  This is an incredible thought!  Look at who Paul says this is—the “image of God”, the creator of everything, the one who holds all things together.  This is who came to live among us as our friend.

    The magi saw the sign of the star, and even though they were not Jews, they still sought out Jesus.  These were dignified astrologers, and yet when they discovered Jesus, this small, vulnerable child, they fell down and worshipped.  It’s quite the scene to picture!  One might imagine them coming to see Jesus and being less than impressed—I mean, he’s just a child, and born in a barn, to an unwed mother…  But instead, they clearly experienced something about Jesus that caused them to realize this is no ordinary child.  And he wasn’t—he was all of God’s fullness, made flesh and blood.  And for me, the fact that he did choose to be born in such humble conditions, rather than in a palace among the rich and powerful, causes me to worship him more, not less.  Jesus was, and is, pleased to dwell among the ordinary, the poor, the weak.

    This kind of seeking, and then having an experience with Jesus, is often how Thais come to believe.  Most Thais worship a variety of gods and idols, and those who have begun worshipping Jesus often talk about how different an experience it is.  They talk about how they feel that God, rather than their idols, is alive, how they feel like Jesus is right beside them as a friend.  While Buddhist spirituality has some positive benefits in the lives of its followers, it lacks a love relationship with God.  In Jesus, they discover a living God pleased to dwell among them.

    This first picture is of a typical Buddhist temple, and the second is at one of our combined worship services.  These are three believers from a slum community doing a traditional Thai dance in worship. » Read the rest of the entry..

  • Videos of our work

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    With very brief appearances by me!  Don’t blink, you might miss them. :)  Several shots of Bangkok, though, and overall a good visual of what Servant Partners is all about.  This is why I’ve had such a crazy life for the past 5 years and why I’m not done yet.  Enjoy.

    Servant Partners: Change in Urban Poor Communities

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    Servant Partners: Church Planting in Urban Poor Communities

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  • Reflections from Bangkok, September 09

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    Click on the image to read my last newsletter from Bangkok!  Some highlights:

    • Six new believers and a church planted in my slum!
    • The challenges of discipling the urban poor
    • Signs of fruit that will outlast my time here
    • Details about my return to the US
    • Prayer requests and pictures!

  • God’s blessing flows from Phothong into the provinces

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    Yut and Got at the Christmas party in 2007

    “If there’s no church in my village, can I start one in my house?”
    That was Yut’s sister, Got, wondering about how to live as a Christian in her Buddhist community if she were to start following Jesus.

    I had met Got once before, another time that she visited her sister in Bangkok. I had invited Yut to our combined church Christmas party in 2007, and Got joined us. I hadn’t gotten to ask her about her experience at the party, but it sounds like it made an impression. She started reading materials about Jesus and seriously considering following him.

    Once Yut became a believer she started sharing with her family what was happening to her and who God is. When she found out her husband needed to make a trip to Bangkok at the end of July, she decided to come along– she wanted to learn more about Jesus, and to see Kevin and I again (who she remembered from the party).

    The afternoon Got arrived, Kevin was leading a discipleship time in our house with the new believers, primarily about honoring God with our finances. Got came along. It became a significant time of sharing about the deep pain and anxiety these new believers are facing due to their deep debt. They confessed addiction, and recent failures. They prayed, and wept, and made new commitments. Got watched and listened.

    Afterwards, Yut shared how Got has been really interested in Jesus, and may even want to start following him. That’s when she started asking about whether she can worship and pray from her house since there’s no church nearby. Will God hear her prayers? If her husband converts, could they be a church together? She seemed hungry, and excited. But there was some hesitancy and it wasn’t clear if she was ready right then to accept Jesus or not, and we didn’t want her to feel pressured into anything. Kevin asked if we could pray for her, and tomorrow we could talk again and she could say yes to Jesus then if she was ready.

    She agreed, so we all laid hands on her and prayed. At the end, I caught a glimpse of her face and her eyes were wide, like she had experienced something powerful as we prayed.

    She went back to Yut’s house, and spent the evening reading the Bible and talking more with Yut about her faith. The next day she ended up having to leave earlier than expected, so we weren’t able to meet again with her. But before she left, she told Yut that she really wished she had said yes the evening before. Is it okay? she asked. Will God know that I want to commit myself to him? Yut assured her he would. She encouraged her to pray, and later told me that she closed her eyes and said simply, “Dad, your child wants to receive you.”

    Got didn’t have a Bible, so Yut decided to let her take hers, though she parted with it sadly since it was a nice version that really loved. But she felt like God was asking her to sacrifice for her sister. So now she’s using one of our cheaper ones until Got has the chance to come back and exchange with her.

    Since then, Yut has been calling her sister regularly, making sure she’s praying and reading the Bible every day, teaching her what she’s been learning in our church and discipleship times here. Got has completely stopped going to the temple located adjacent to her house, stopped all idol worship, and though people have been looking down on her she’s stayed firm in her new beliefs.

    Recently Yut shared with her, “Jesus is always with you. He’s right beside you when things are going well or when they’re hard, he’s with you every time you laugh or cry.”

    “Really? Really?” Got asked, crying. “I’m so glad.”

    We are hoping that some of us will have an opportunity to visit Got upcountry before I leave in October. Got is also praying that her husband will become a believer soon, and when we visit we’ll be able to baptize them both together. Pray for this! And that Got’s testimony and changed life will draw more people from that village into Jesus’ arms.

  • Arrested for being poor

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    It’s no secret that the police in Thailand are corrupt.  You see it everywhere: drivers given exemptions to traffic tickets at the offer of a bribe, the colored lights of brothels (officially illegal) flickering on most main roads, people being treated roughly by officers on the side of the road.

    But up until a few days ago, I hadn’t heard any stories from people I knew about run-ins with the police.

    Pai, the woman who was like a mother-figure for me when I lived in Permsup, told me her story on Friday evening.  The day before, like every other day, a group of about 10 or so were hanging out on the plywood platform they’d constructed below a prominant, shady tree in front of the slum.  Some of the kids had been playing Bingo, for a little bit of money– the quivalent of about a quarter each.

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  • Seated with princes and princesses

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    In one week I’ve seen two women open their hearts to Jesus, and three teenagers take new steps of faith and discipleship.  In a community where there have been no worshipers of Jesus we are now having church in our house with five neighbors.  I can’t think of another time when I have felt this aware of God’s power and grace- it has been almost tangible.  It has felt at times like too much for my heart to contain.  I often can’t help but burst into laughing as I speak about it; I haven’t been sleeping much because I’ve been so excited.

    The conversions of Yut and June were beautiful.  They made me feel like I was at a wedding, or witnessing a birth.  Both wept, and later said they didn’t know where the tears had come from.  As we laid hands on them to pray, both felt a presence bigger than themselves.  They both immediately said they felt “sabai jai” literally, “my heart is at ease.”

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  • The Street Where They Live

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    A few months ago a team from InterVarsity’s multimedia department, twentyonehundred, came and took some footage of our team.  They are working on promoting Urbana, the student missions conference that is coming up again this year.  Over half of our team were influenced by Urbana.  For myself, I may have ended up doing some kind of missions had I not gone to the conference, but definitely not among the poor for 5 years in Bangkok, Thailand.  It challenged me to care about the poor, to take my call to be a witness seriously, to not treat missions as just feel-good tourism but to really risk and invest in a place and in God’s work there.

    Follow this link to watch the video, The Street Where They Live (video will start automatically).

  • Reflections from Bangkok, May 09

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    Click below to read my most recent newsletter. Some highlights:

    • Women in my slum put together a drug-awareness event for the kids as a result of house meetings
    • New opportunities opening to develop youth in Phothong to be leaders
    • My Buddhist neighbor Yut and I will begin studying Scripture together soon
    • My new role and budget for when I move back to the States in October

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  • The skyline on the horizon

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    I have twice successfully completed the Seattle to Portland Bicycle Classic (STP).  That’s 200 miles in 2 days, folks.  Not for the faint of heart.

    One clear memory I have of the first one I tackled is of the last hill into Portland.  By that point I was over 190 miles down, with only a few to go.  My whole body hurt.  It must have been around 20 hours in the saddle over the past two days by then.  Not to mention I had a bad knee.  Not to mention I was riding with a couple guys who hadn’t trained so we were drafting with me in front, fighting the wind resistance.

    I could see the skyline.  It was torturous that the mostly-flat route would turn on us at this point.  I suddenly felt like my legs were made of lead.  I had to stop.  It was stupid, I knew.  Nobody stops in the middle of an incline, and especially not when you’re only 15 minutes from the finish line!  All the bikers around me were catching a second wind, their adrenaline propelling them up that hill.  But I had to stop and take big gulps of air.  The guys I was with groaned.
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  • When all I can do is pray

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    I spent three hours yesterday with my good friend Yut who disappeared from the slum several months ago but just started visiting again last week.

    It was so great to see her and her little daughter Pahjai.  I first started to sit and talk with Yut while she was pregnant with Pahjai, saw her when she was first born and so precious, and now she’s walking and can say a few words already.  I’ve really missed them both.

    I never heard the story of why she and her husband took off with their daughter, leaving their 6-year-old son with her elderly parents.  I asked the little boy, Keem, one day where his mom was.  He said very formally and somberly “she’s moved back upcountry.”  I could see the sadness and confusion on his face.

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