This was written by a missionary who has been working on the Thailand/Burma border. This is her experience in the remote villages of that region. - blog manager
I felt like I was stepping back in
time. Rutted, rocky roads wound in thin dusty ribbons through the mountains and
steep jungle rose on either side. After we turned off the main road and put the
trucks in 4 wheel drive, there was nothing but a slow, wondrous climb into some
of the most beautiful countryside I've ever seen.
Bamboo fences ran along the fields and
small bamboo huts dotted the hillside. There were 50 degree areas planted in
corn--the hill-tribe people use every piece of available land for farming.
This was my first journey into the hill-tribe villages. I hope it will not be my last!
A little background: last year I got to
work with a delightful Australian couple, Fran and Owen, who have a passion for
the unreached, and this area in particular. They have since transferred to
another organization than the one I am with this year, and it was my great
privilege to join them and their team on a weekend trip to several Karen
villages in the mountains north of Mae Sot.
There were roughly 25 in the
group--a team of Aussies from Fran and Owen's home church, several
Karen/Burmese Mae Sot locals (8 students from a fabulous Christian school here,
along with 3 of their teachers. They all worked as our translators and were
AWESOME!), and myself. It was an amazing group of people to work with. I was so
blessed with everyone's willingness to deal with heat, fatigue, sickness, and
quite primitive living for a weekend. Their was a heartbeat of love for Jesus
among us and I could see on the faces of those we interacted with that they had
been blessed.
Together we left Friday morning and
drove several hours into the mountains....taking several breaks along the way
for a few among us who got a little queasy on all the curves. ;)
In the early afternoon we
turned off the concrete road and traveled several kilometers into the jungle.
Some of the roads were so rocky and steep that we were all clenching our teeth
and gripping the seat rests white-knuckled. Thanks to our amazing drivers, we
made it without incident. :)
Our team spent two nights in
one village that functioned as our base camp. I loved this village--the people
were so precious, so curious, and eager to welcome us. They were shy at
first--especially the children. Fran and Owen have been working for several
years to build a relationship that would make a trip like this possible. This
was the first time they had brought a large group of Westerners to minister to
the village--WOW!!! What an exciting opportunity! We felt so thankful for the
doors God has opened over the years.
Friday evening we
unloaded a MOUNTAIN of luggage, food, and bedding {amazing what it takes for a
group to survive for 3 days;)} and got settle into the lodging the village
pastor had prepared for us: an old school on stilts, divided upstairs into tiny
dorm rooms with a dirt-floor kitchen, meeting area and toilet below. There is
no electricity in the village, although they have wiring which is occasionally
used on special occasions when a generator is brought in--in this case, by us.
At 6PM that night we held our
first church service in the tiny Anglican church building in the village. Many
people came. There are about 100 families in this particular Karen village,
though less than 5 of them are Christian. Several of the men from our group
preached and gave personal testimonies, and we closed the service with an
invitation for those needing healing to come forward for prayer. We spent hours
in prayer that weekend. It was probably the greatest "work" that we
did--and was a hugely stretching experience for me. But such a wonderful one.
We laid hands on and prayed
for so many individuals that night; they just kept coming. Some were healed of
things like chronic pain, headaches, or total paralysis on one side. Some were
not miraculously healed, but I treasured the opportunity to simply pray over
these people. God knows what they need to believe--for some, maybe it is a
miraculous healing. For others, it is something else. I'm so glad we can trust
HIS wisdom!! There was a spirit of surrender and worship in the service and I
felt that God was being glorified. The spiritual background of most people in
this village is animism--for generations they have been in the bondage of
spirit and ancestral worship. Many of them regularly see ghosts and they live
in constant fear of everything. We spent a lot of time also praying against
spiritual darkness and for freedom from the bondage of the demons who have such
a hold on this whole village.
While the adult service was
going on, others from our group held a children's service just outside the
church. Wow what a JOYFUL NOISE!!!! Their laughter and sounded to me like a
huge waterfall! About 70 children came, and they estimated another 150 adults
watching on the perimeters!! The team sang, played, and spoke to the children
and generally had a fabulous time. :)
Saturday morning we got up
early and loaded up into the vehicles for a 2 hour drive to another village
farther up the mountain. We drove over what seemed like 5 mountains and saw
some incredibly remote, beautiful countryside. My face was plastered to the
window the whole time. :) It was AMAZING!! In a way it reminded me of the
Appalachian mountains back home. :) Some of the roads were the kind that made
me hold my breath...like one where we traveled along a narrow stretch on the
side of a cliff that looked to be made of shale. The edge was clearly crumbling
off and there were signs posted at either end of a 500' stretch. We were glad
we couldn't read Thai to know the real danger we were in as we said a prayer
and roared across as fast as we safely could. :)
After we arrived some of the
men left and picked up a group of believers from a nearby village to come and
also join in the service. The day was full of interacting with the village
children and winning their hearts through play and smiles and hugs when
language barriers affected communication. The village people served us lunch
which we bravely ate--normally I'm not bothered at all by strange foods or the
thought of somtehing being dirty, but that noon meal was a stretch. :)
Haha....a few got sick but I was pretty blessed---never got sick the whole
weekend which was something I was specifically praying about.
Saturday was a full day.....we
were all quite worn out from the hours on the road over rutted, dangerous
roads, but we forged ahead, rushed back to the home base village and prepared
for dinner before a second meeting in the village that night.
Sunday morning we rose with
the sun and began the church service at 7AM sharp. :) This was a first for
me....but it was refreshing in a way. :) The assistant pastor came out around
6:30 AM and used a gong to beat on the church "bell"--the rim of a
tire. :) No sleeping through that.....
All the services were
meaningful for different reasons, but one of the things that excited me the
most was looking around at the faces of those attending--knowing the lies that
they believe and the fear that fills their hearts and knowing that God LOVES
them and longs to draw them to Himself. This was my first experience inteacting
with people who are largely unreached. It was sobering--how will they know if
they have not heard?! The times I spent praying over people were so moving for
me....I feel that God gave me a deeper glimpse of His mercy and love. These are
not just numbers or statistics or nameless faces....they are PEOPLE, each one
with a story and needs and a soul that was created for God. I pray that His
spirit will continue to move in their hearts. We also had the privilege of
taking communion with the local believers and it excited me all over again to
experience the unity that crosses all cultures and languages for those that
know Jesus.
In the afternoon I did a bit
of medical care for a man who had accidentally shot himself in the arm recently
and wasn't healing properly. Then we ate lunch and packed up and started the
trip home.
On our way, we stopped at a
4th village to spend time praying for a paraplegic. This man had become saved
as a young man and 3 months later fell out of a tree, breaking his neck. He has
been confined to a crude bed fo 18 years now. Some movement as been regained
over the years, but his faith has not wavered. We prayed for his healing and
for encouragement and peace. Seeing his sweet, serene face and hearing of his
faith made me cry---there was no complaining spirit or bitterness, and yet he
has coped with a devastating handicap for half his life. Would I be so
faithful? It challenged and humbled me.
We came home exhausted. I felt
like I'd come out of a spiritual whirlwind. So much time in prayer, doing
warfare in a community where the Devil's hold is so strong is draining
physically and emotionally. We came home, unpacked, and then collapsed into bed
for some deep sweet sleep.
The weekend was a precious
experience for me. I witnessed God's power and felt His presence in darkness in
some real and meaningful ways. In the prayers for healing especially, I learned
some valuable lessons about offering my faith--weak as it might be--to God and
trusting Him to do what is BEST. In a discussion with some of the team members
later, we were asking some of those hard questions about healing--why does God
heal some but not others? Is there really a "Time to die"? Why do bad
things happen? Does a lack of healing indicate a lack of belief? At the end, we
concluded this simple truth:
Our faith must not be in
our faith, but in God.
Healing is not the goal--God's glory is.