Sunset Over the Mekong River

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Who is my neighbor?

That was the question put to Jesus by a man who was trying to justify himself with his own self-righteousness.

The man had knew in his head that which is most important in life, for previously had answered Jesus: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and love your neighbor as yourself." (Luke10:27)

But the man did not understand the application of the two greatest commandments. So Jesus answered the man’s question by telling the story of the good Samaritan.

We shared this story in our kids club last week.  This week we added to it by sharing another story Jesus told, the story of the foolish rich man.

This rich man was considered foolish because he was “one who stores up riches for himself, but is not rich toward God” by pursuing God’s kingdom (Luke 12:21, 31)

After telling this story, we gave the children opportunity to be good neighbors to each other.  We had them draw names and then create a card for the person whose name they drew.

It was fun to see their creative juices flow.  We put out lots of materials but didn’t direct them as to how to create their cards.


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Some of our neighbors showing off the cards they received

Monday, June 23, 2014

Explore


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Last week, while we were driving home from Chiang Rai, we decided to take a different route than usual.  The route took us through an area that has a fair number of these bizarre hills that stick almost straight up out of an otherwise very flat landscape.

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A limestone hill in Wiang Chai district of Chiang Rai province.

I noticed that there seemed to be some kind of statue on the side of one of these, so we turned off down a dirt road that headed in that general direction.  The road quickly narrowed until it was just wide enough for a vehicle to pass between the rice paddies on either side.  It also turned away from the hill we wanted to get to.

A quick question to a farmer assured us that the road would take us to the hill, we only needed to turn left up ahead.  And, sure enough, we eventually made it.

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Buddhist shrine in Wiang Chai

While we were climbing around the shrine, Ingrid noticed a small “tunnel” formed by some pieces of limestone that had fallen off the mountain.  She suggested that we go through the tunnel (letting me go first to scare any snakes out of the way).  We were rewarded by coming to a small cave formed by a large slab of rock sloughing off the mountain.  But what this cave lacked in size, it made up for in the sheer number of bats that were hanging around inside.

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Bats hanging from the wall of the cave,
even after scaring off many of them.

Both Ingrid and I have this curious bent that makes us want to explore new places.  To us, the phrase, “we haven’t been that way before,” is an invitation to a new adventure.  Sometimes we even get rewarded by the sight of something new or especially interesting or beautiful.

Last week I was wandering down a farm road on my bicycle when I happened upon an almost random Curcuma flower growing at the edge of a rice paddy.  Well worth the flat tire incurred along the way.

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Bloom of Curcuma latifolia.

Since I’ve taken to bicycle riding as a form of exercise in lieu of going to the non-existent gym, I’ve been able to explore a lot of the roads in the area.  Often I’ll get a big smile from some farmer driving his truck down the road (after the initial look of surprise a seeing a foreigner on a bicycle in the middle of nowhere).  One time I even got cheers from a bunch of people planting corn, who were impressed that I actually rode a bicycle up the hill that far.

Perhaps it shouldn’t be surprising, then, that it was at a workshop called Explore that we were launched on a new trajectory towards service with MB Mission.  With a compass on the logo like that, who WOULDN’T want to go?


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Since coming to Thailand, we've had the opportunity to explore different parts of Thailand. 

On our explorations of Thailand, we’ve noticed a few things.  One is that there are large areas of Thailand with no churches.  Another is that some areas, like where we currently live, have lots of churches—but they are generally in villages of some of the hill-tribe peoples that don’t worship in the Thai language.

One of the challenges facing the church in Thailand is how to mobilize some of these people groups with a fair number of Christians to reach out cross-culturally within Thailand.  It is our privilege to work with a number of our Khmu brothers and sisters who have a desire to do exactly that.  So now we are exploring  together with them how it might happen.

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Working with some of the Khmu church leaders.
There are a lot of challenges to make this happen.  Like some of our journeys, sometimes the road seems to go in the wrong direction.  And just like how driving down the back roads brings risks of getting stuck or a flat tire, we also will likely run into obstacles along the way.

But in the end we have the hope that we will encounter something beautiful along the way.

Then all of you came near me and said, 'Let us send men before us, that they may explore the land for us and bring us word again of the way by which we must go up and the cities into which we shall come.'
Deuteronomy 1:22 (ESV)

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Honoring Teacher’s Day-วันไหว้ครู

Outdo one another in showing honor. Romans 12:10b (ESV)
 
Wan Wai Khru is a day in which Thai students thank their teachers.  Typically this is done by presenting a gift of flowers along with performing a wai (holding ones palms together in front of the face while bowing slightly).  This year, the local high school honored their teachers on June 12th.

While we are not school teachers, one young woman who we have been helping to learn English and also helping in her walk with Jesus chose to make a card for us for Wan Wai Khru.

And we, of course, were very honored to receive the card.

Some days we wonder whether one is making an impact in the lives of people around us.  So it was great to receive a special gift like this.

The card was quite pretty and well made.  Lie was very creative in her use of dried flowers and seeds and in her use of color.

วันพฤหัสก่อนนักเรียนที่โรงเรียนเวียงแก่นวิทยาคมถวายเกียรติให้ครูในวันไหว้ครู

มีนักเรียนคนหนึ่งที่เราช่วยโดยสอนภาษาอังกฤษ  ถึงแม้ว่าเราไม่ได้เป็นครูประจำของเธอ  เมื่อวานนี้เธอถวายเกียรติให้เราโดยทำการ์ดสวยงามให้

เราก็ดีใจมากที่เราได้รับของขวาญแบบนี้เพราะเป็นการกระทำที่ให้กำลังใจเรามาก


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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Remembering Phawkham

Somewhere we once read that two of the ways to get to know a culture are to go to a wedding and go to a funeral.  This past week we became very familiar with one of these.

Last Thursday, our next door neighbor, Phawkham, died after a bout with lung cancer.

Phawkham and his wife lived with their only son and two grandchildren.   He had been sick some time and had been using oxygen for several weeks.  I first knew something was wrong when I saw his granddaughter running home from school with tears in her eyes.  Many others started showing up at their house and at 9am we went to see what was happening.  He had just died.

It was then that the frenzy of activity began that was to occupy the next few days.  Because of the very close proximity of our houses and the fact that Phawkham is a relative of our landlord, it became very much a part of our lives as well.

The rental company was there by 11 am to set up canopies, tables and chairs.  The canopy stretched to beneath the eaves of our house.

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The chairs set up between our houses

By afternoon, two construction projects were begun.  On the far side of their house a gazebo was constructed.  Then, between our houses, some trees were cut down or cut back in order to construct a small house.

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Constructing the house for the deceased

Throughout the rest of the day and for all of Friday, Saturday and Sunday, many people came to eat (3 meals a day were served to any who came), to assist the various projects, to pay respects to the widow, and make merit offerings for the deceased.

Besides work on the gazebo and house, others were involved in making the various decorations that were to be used on them.

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Making decorative garlands.  The "fish" are made from drinking strawas

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Another one of the handmade decorations.  Ingrid worked on some of this.

Still others were at work in the makeshift kitchen behind the house—it seems like there was someone working there almost 24 hours a day.

The widow would be sitting in the main room of the house almost all of the time.  The coffin was there, kept in a special refrigerated case that was bedecked with flowers.  There were pads for kneeling in front of it for those wishing to offer prayers of merit for the deceased.


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The widow and son in front of the refrigerated chest containing the coffin

In the evening, somewhere between 8 and 9 pm, a group of monks would come and offer chants for a while.  After they left, the party began.  People would hang out and drink until all hours of the morning.  The loudest night was Saturday night, with partying going on outside our bedroom window until 4:30 in the morning.

Evening Chanting

By Saturday morning, the small house was completed.  It was filled as if someone were living there.  It contained a widescreen TV, refrigerator, mosquito net, fan, pillows and many other things.  A side room had a makesift (non functioning) squat toilet, washing machine and a dish cupboard.  Some of the kids would hang out here and watch TV.

A white string (สายสิญจน์) was attached to the front of the small house that had been built that ran into the main house where the coffin had been placed earlier.  This was to allow the dead person to move out of the main house and into the small one.

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The house for the deceased.  The white "sacred string" (สายสิญจน์) connects to the main house.

On Sunday evening the gazebo was set on a trailer and brought to the front of the house.  The casket was brought out of the case from inside of the house and placed in the gazebo.

Placing the coffin on the gazebo

An altar for offering incense and merit offerings was set up in front of the gazebo.  It was also a place for the family to make more formal photos of those who came.

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Standing by the altar in front of the gazebo

On Monday, even more canopies were set up across the street, blocking the entire side street.  A band was playing traditional music in front of their house.  Lunch was served early.

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The canopy across the street.  By lunch time this was full

After lunch, the string from the small house to the main house was cut so that the dead person could not go back.  The trailer with the gazebo was attached to the truck.  Two long ropes were extended out from the front of the truck so that the mourners could symbolically tow the coffin to the crematorium.

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Getting ready to tow the gazebo

The band moved to a waiting farm truck and started playing.  Some people got an early start and drove to the crematorium.

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Final preparations before the procession

Once things were in order, the procession began.  Two girls led the procession carrying the floral display that held a photo of the deceased.  Then came the mourners “pulling” the rope.  Then was the pickup truck which had a sound system playing sacred music while it towed the gazebo.

Lastly, the truck with the band followed.




A man carried a long bamboo pole with a fork on it to push up any low hanging wires or branches that might snag the top of the gazebo.

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Rounding the corner.  The bamboo pole is used to clear branches and wires out of the way

A humorous incident happened when the gazebo had trouble navigating between trees on the side of the road.

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Trying to navigate through the trees on the side of the road

Eventually we all got to the crematorium grounds.  The gazebo would normally have been rolled under a roofed structure in front of the crematorium, but it was too wide to fit, so it was placed in front.

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The gazebo arrives in front of the crematorium

A group of school kids distributed cold water and orange drink to the hundreds that were gathered.  It was definitely appreciated on the hot day!  They also distributed special paper flowers and pens.  The flowers had a small piece of candle attached in order to facilitate burning.  The pens had a “scroll” that pulled out containing some Pali words that could be chanted every day.

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The pens and paper flowers that were distributed

The first order of business was to take official pictures of select groups of people.  Then, a group of people were called up, one at a time, to offer a ceremonial towel for the monks to use.  These were placed on a table in front of the gazebo.  When they were all piled up, a group of 7 monks came up to receive them. Next, a smaller group of people were called up one at a time to offer a special pedestal with a monks robe on it.  These were also placed on the table.  A smaller group of monks came up to receive this offering.

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Monks receiving the ceremonial towels
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Monks receiving robes and pedestals

Lastly, some words were spoken about the deceased.  Then the coffin was taken off the gazebo and placed into the crematorium.  The widow went up to place her paper flower on the coffin and then she was taken home in a car.  Next, all those assembled went to throw their flowers on the coffin.  Then then coffin was ignited.

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The crowd goes forward to place their paper flowers on the casket

The gazebo would be donated to a park or a school according to the wishes of the family.
Back at the house, the small house was carefully disassembled and placed onto a pickup truck.  It would later be brought to a temple and reassembled where it would serve as lodging for a novice monk.

A smaller crowd of people stayed on at the house to help clean up and socialize throughout the night.  Cleanup was complete by Tuesday evening and the widow began to settle down to life with a new normal.

It was a privilege for us to be included in all of these festivities, even though we did not participate in the chanting or merit-making aspects.  It was a great way to meet new people and it gave us an opportunity to tell how different it was from our Western way of doing things.  To some we also got the opportunity to explain why funerals are different for a Christian. 

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Remembering Phawkham-a good neighbor