Top 12 (or so) 2017

Let the whole earth sing to the LORD!
    Each day proclaim the good news that he saves.
Publish his glorious deeds among the nations.
    Tell everyone about the amazing things he does.
Great is the LORD! He is most worthy of praise!
    He is to be feared above all gods.
The gods of other nations are mere idols,
    but the LORD made the heavens!
Honor and majesty surround him;
    strength and joy fill his dwelling.
1 Chronicles 16:23-27 (NLT)

It's that time of year when I look back over photos from the past year and reminisce.  This year found us spending a significant amount of time on two different continents.  Traveling back to North America always brings back even more memories.

January-Nicolls Peak



I normally say that I don't have favorites of anything, but there are two places I especially like in California: Morro Bay and Lake Isabella.

Lake Isabella has special memories for us. After we left Haiti in 1993 and after I finished up the Apprenticeship in Ecological Horticulture, I applied for a job in Bakersfield.  I had never heard of the place before, but we got an opportunity to see it for the first time on the way to a conference in Anaheim.  We stopped by there to visit my cousin, Pat, who lived down the street from where this photo was taken.  I remember seeing this mountain for the first time and saying, "I want to climb that mountain," which we did several years later (we each brought some ticks home from that trip).

Our first year in Bakersfield, I drove up to Lake Isabella nearly every weekend.  We put in a garden in my cousin's back yard.  I was a tumultuous year for us.  New job, new town, new church and we were anticipating adopting a child right after we moved.  When the adoption ended up not happening, Pat was a source of comfort and encouragement for us.  She, too, was going through difficult times then.

This was our first visit to Lake Isabella since Pat died (about a year earlier). (More about that here.)  I perhaps felt the impact of losing her the most as I stood to take this photograph and all the memories came flooding back. During this trip, we stayed with her daughter and family, who now live right at the base of Nicolls Peak.

February-Mammatus clouds

During our time in California we were staying with friends in the southeast part of Fresno.  One evening, I was out for a walk and I noticed some strange clouds overhead. I rushed out to an open area so I could get a better view of them before they disappeared.

Turns out these types of clouds are called mammatus clouds which, according to Wikipedia, are are formed by cold air sinking down to form the pockets contrary to the puffs of clouds rising through the convection of warm air.

March-Chinualna Falls trail



My favorite hike to take in Yosemite Park is the Chilnualna Falls trail.  I have been up this trail many times and in almost every month of the year.  Even though my back was acting up, I was determined not to return to Thailand before hiking this trail again.  It was quiet that day, and quite snowy at the top.  Along the trail, except in the dry part of the year, is a spot where a small creek cascades over some rocks before crossing the trail on its way to Chilnuala Creek.  I decided to view it from a different angle this time, stepping off the trail about 50 feet to take this photo.  I didn't have a tripod and had to brace the camera against a tree to get a slower exposure for this picture.

April-Yosemite Valley



The photo for April may be old school and not really awesome as photos go, but it does mark the one time we got to Yosemite Valley during our time in California.  The rivers were running fairly full, and there was snow on the higher parts of our journey.  In a change from previous photos we have taken from this viewpoint, there are the patches of brown trees.  This is a reminder that even if you go back to places you remember from your past, they won't always be as you remember them.

When you live in one place all the time, you may not notice all of the changes because they may be subtle.  But when you only visit every few years, these things can be a bit more obvious.  Time marches on--we change and everything around us changes.

One of the hard things about our current ministry, when we only get back "home" every few years, is that we would like things to be the same as they were when we left.  But they aren't.  This trip to Yosemite made that clear.

May-Move to Phon Phisai



April and May was a time of a lot of movement for us.  Fly back to Thailand to our old home in Wiang Kaen.  Travel by bus to Chiang Mai to pick up our truck.  Drive to Phon Phisai to look for a place to live.  Back to Wiang Kaen to pack our stuff. Drive back to Phon Phisai.  Hop on a bus to Chiang Mai for some team-building activities.  Then bus to Wiang Kaen, pick up our other car and drive back to Phon Phisai.

Then we were home.  Our new home--Phon Phisai at the confluence of the Huai Luang and Mekong Rivers.  Lots of boats.  Lots of different ways to catch fish.

And we were here to catch fish of sorts as well.  When Jesus called his first disciples, his call was, "Come, follow me, and I will show you how to fish for people!" (Mark 1:17 NLT)  So we, too, have come to fish for people--not to destroy them but to plant them in streams of life-giving water.

June-Dedicating a new church



What a great time of celebration.  Ajan Nat came up from Chachoengsao for the official kick-off of our new church in Phon Phisai.  After a time of worship and prayer in the morning, we headed to a local swimming pool for some baptisms.  Some of the faces in this photo are no longer in the church--some have moved to other places and others have moved away from Jesus.  But new faces have replaced them.

Some of the young people here are growing fast and it is fun to be a part of their lives as they mature.

We are grateful for the work God has done in the lives of these people and are thankful for those who have remained faithful to Him.

July-Mekong Sunsets



There are a lot of things not to like about rainy season here: flooded roads, mud, oppressive humidity, and everything getting moldy, to name a few.  But there are some positives.  One of the nice things about rainy season is the cloud formations.  Often we go for sunset walks along the Mekong River to enjoy the sunset clouds over Laos. There is a lot of variability and it does not seem to get boring.

When I look at these awesome clouds that bring massive displays of energy in lightning and thunder, I am reminded of the awesome power of our God, which dwarfs all these things.

August-Phu Tawk

When you come to the main intersection in Nong Khai, there is a sign listing a few of the tourist attractions up ahead.  What it does not tell you is how far away they are.  One of the ones listed is only a few kilometers ahead.  Phu Tawk, on the other hand, is a few hours ahead in a different province.

We were unaware of this place, until we drove by it one time on the way to check out a waterfall in adjoining Bueng Kan province.  As we drove by this steep sided hill, we noticed the walkways on the side of it and we decided to go back on another occasion.

What an interesting place.  It is a Buddhist holy site with a temple on the main level and lots of shrines in various places.  there are several levels of walkways, and some look more sturdy than others.   I have no idea who came up with the concept, but if you aren't afraid of heights, it is a fun place to visit.

August-Sunrise in our backyard



I cheated and added a second photo for this month.  Adjoining our yard to the east is what was supposed to be a rice paddy.  However, due to changes in the land drainage, it is too wet for rice (more about that here), and so became a pond throughout the rainy season.

One morning I was sitting at my desk doing my Bible reading, when I noticed this pink glow in the living room.  I decided to investigate, an discovered this awesome sunrise display over the pond.

September-Than Thip Waterfall

One thing we have lots of in rainy season is water.  It's a great time to visit some waterfalls (though some are too dangerous and it is better to visit them when things dry up a little).  On this occasion we traveled to the western extreme of Nong Khai province to find Than Thip Waterfall.  We arrived at the small park to find a deserted parking lot.  Apparently mid-week during the school year is a great time to visit.  We climbed the short trail and waded up the creek a little to get to this spot.  I set my tripod up in the water (happens a lot when you photograph waterfalls) to snap this photo.


October-air plant

Shortly after our arrival here in Phon Phisai, we bought some hanging plants to decorate our window exterior.  We found these interesting combinations of air plant and Spanish moss attached to the seed of a pong pong tree (Cerbera odollam).  Both of the plants belong to the same genus: Tillandsia.  We had no idea that the air plants would ever flower, but were amazed at the purple and yellow combination when they came out.

November-Meeting Lai



I didn't take this photo, but I wanted to include it as an extra for November, because it marked a memorable occasion when we were able to visit our friend, Lai, for the first time in over a year.

More about this encounter here.


November-Sam Roi Yod Beach



November is not the greatest time to visit Sam Roi Yod, because it can be the stormiest time of year.  Indeed, the red flags were flying on the beaches during most of our stay.  Still, it is our favorite place to hang out in Thailand because it is quiet and mostly undiscovered by tourists.  There is a nice mix of mountains, beaches, mangroves, freshwater mashes and rivers.

It seems like there is never a good time to take a vacation, but I learned during our last term that burnout comes too easily if we're not careful.  This was our first break since returning to Thailand and all the stress of moving, saying goodbye, making new friends, learning our way around new places and learning how to work with new team members had caught up to us.

While we stayed in Sam Roi Yod, we got to meet missionaries from other countries and even some fellow missionaries from another part of Isaan that we had not met before.

December-Christmas Celebration



One of the interesting things about our job is that you never know who you may end up working with.  Here in Phon Phisai, God has placed in our lives a group of pre-teen girls who have been interested in learning English, learning about Jesus, baking cookies and, for two of them, learning to play guitar.

On December 27th, our church had its first-ever Christmas outreach event.  About 60 people came that evening.  What a joy it was to hear there girls get up and sing some songs about the birth of our Savior in both English and Thai (and even a little Spanish).  And while the vocals may not have been the highest quality (we still have time to work on that), there was lots of enthusiasm. (Some more about that evening here.)

What a great way to finish up a year.

Overcoming Obstacles

So encourage each other and build each other up, just as you are already doing.

1 Thessalonians 5:11 NLT

One of the things I enjoy doing in Phon Phisai is teaching guitar.  I've had several people show interest in this, by my most faithful student has been Kung Nang.



It's been a challenge for Kung Nang to learn guitar.  I thought the biggest obstacle would be her tiny hands.  But that has not been so much of an issue.  Instead, there have been two main obstacles.

First, and this is true for many of us, the biggest obstacle we have to overcome is ourselves.  Lack of confidence and slow progress can cause us to get discouraged.  Several times, Kung Nang would say "I can't do that." I would tell her not to say, "I can't," but instead to say, "I can't do that yet" or, better still, "I can!"

The second obstacle I discovered Kung Nang was facing was that one of the reasons for her discouragement has been family.  One time while we were practicing, her mother came in and was talking with Ingrid.  Her mother said, in her hearing, something like, "she should quit trying to learn guitar, she is so slow in learning."

To help Kung Nang overcome these obstacles, we've had to offer a generous supply of encouragement.  A turn around came a few weeks ago.  Normally in our church services, we have an opportunity to give thanks to God.  Often—based on the amount of people who share during these times—it seems people have little to be thankful for.  But this time Kung Nang spoke up, "I thank God that I am learning to play guitar well!"  I had a hard time holding back my tears when she said that.

Earlier this week was our church's first ever Christmas outreach. I was feeling a bit run down because of a lack of sleep induced by a cold.  But I managed a small burst of energy that lasted through the celebration.  Part of what kept me going was looking forward to the closing songs, to be sung in English (and a little Spanish), by some of the girls from the church.  Kung Nang played guitar publicly for the first time for two of the songs.  This was an encouragement not only for her, but for all of us.

The girls singing the closing songs for our Christmas celebration.

We all face challenges in our lives.  At these times it is wonderful if someone comes along and cheers us on.  And how difficult it would be if people kept yelling, "Loser! You can't do that!"

Churches face challenges as well, especially in places like Phon Phisai where there are so few believers.  A lot of what the people need, then, is encouragement, and this is a major part of what we do.  Sometimes, though, we inadvertently say or do things or even behave in such a way that causes discouragement.

God, make us aware of how or words and actions affect others. Help us to identify those things that might be a source of discouragement to others and replace them with things that would cheer others on as we try to live out our lives together for Jesus.

Defining boundaries by relationship

Where do I belong?

We often think about boundaries as things delimited by a border or line.  Things inside the line belong with other things inside the line. But, historically, this has not always been the case. 
In the Bible, when the land was being divided up, it is often described by terminology like "Heshbon and her towns."  The areas outside the towns were described using words like, "these cities and their pasturelands."

The boundaries of a land were described by its cities, the towns associated with the cities, and the farmland and pastureland associated with the cities and towns.  The people in the towns would graze their animals in areas often without clear boundaries.  The ownership of this land was then associated with whoever was using it.

Thailand gives one of its claims to fame that it has never been colonized.  Yet, it did not have an actual boundary until the early 1900's, when the kingdom had already been around for a few centuries.  Before that time, it was more like the Biblical system, with the kingdom consisting of whatever cities were under the rule of the king along with their associated towns and rural lands.  The cities under the rule of the King of Siam varied with time, as there was often conflict with adjoining kingdoms and a given city might belong to different kingdoms over time. "Borders" between kingdoms thus tended to have very jagged edges. Trying to put lines up between two countries becomes problematic, because the lines break some of these relational connections. Stability happens when all of most of the people living within a given physical boundary claim allegiance to the same ruler (or to the same rules, in a constitutional state).

Statue of Mengrai the Great in Chiang Rai
First King of the Lanna Kingdom
(Northern Thailand)

Even in present-day Thailand, you still see this fuzzy boundary system to some degree.  When you drive around the rural areas, you may pass through a village, then you typically pass through 4 to 6 kilometers of farmland until you get to the next village, with no clear demarcation dividing the two.

The political boundaries here are fairly well structured.  Each province is divided into districts, districts are divided into sub-districts and sub-districts are divided into villages.  Along the road you may see a sign marking when you enter a village, but I often wonder, when I am in farmland, to which village does a piece of land belong.  It may be less related to proximity than to other forms of connectedness.  If the main access road goes to one town, the land may be considered (practically, if not legally) as belonging to that town instead of one that is closer.  Transportation corridors that form this connectedness may be roads, paths or waterways.

When I was young, I lived in what was called a bedroom community.  Wolcott did not have much business of its own and most people worked in the adjoining towns of Waterbury or Bristol.  Even though we lived only 1/2 mile from Bristol, we were Waterbury people.  My father worked in that city and we went to church in that city.  We did most of our business there.  My aunt and uncle down the street were Bristol people.  My uncle worked in Bristol and they went to church in Bristol and they did a lot of their business in Bristol.

A few years ago, we lived in the province of Chachoengsao.  But the village we were in was close to Bangkok and most of the people worked in Bangkok and we did most of our shopping in Bangkok.  Because of this, our circle of relationships was different than that of our teammates who lived closer to the city of Chachoengsao. So even though we legally lived in Chachoengsao, for all practical purposes we lived in Bangkok.  The line on the map had little impact on our daily life.

In my previous occupation, we often looked at things on a watershed basis.  With this method, whatever waterway draining a piece of real estate became the common factor determining relationship.  I actually like this method a lot, and one of the first things I like to know when I go someplace is where the water flows.

When we lived in Wolcott, there was a pond in our backyard. This pond was the headwaters of the Mad River, which drained south into Waterbury.  Along the way, it passed through Cedar Swamp Pond, that actually was half in Bristol.  So even those people living along the edge of the pond in Bristol had a relationship with Waterbury.  The nutrients leaking from their septic systems went into the lake and the downstream into Waterbury, eventually flowing into the Naugatuck River.

Just beyond the rise east of our pond was some forested swampland.  This swamp was the headwaters of Roaring Brook which flowed east into Southington where it joined the Quinnipiac River.  Even though we lived in the Mad River watershed, my favorite place to hang out was in the undeveloped forest land on the east side of town that was in the Quinnipiac River watershed.  And I tended to hang out with people who lived there as well as my circle of friends was a youth group from a church in that area.

Connecticut Watershed Map
from http://www.ct.gov/deep/cwp/view.asp?a=2719&q=325628&deepNav_GID=1654%20

This relational-defined boundary has applications in our spiritual lives as well.  When Jesus came to earth, he talked a lot about the Kingdom of God.  The Kingdom of God or Kingdom of Heaven (not all Christians consider these to be the same, but I do) consists of all those who submit to the Kingship of God.  This is not a geographically defined kingdom but one defined by relationship.

Some of us are reluctant to declare a relationship with only one king.  Just as, in the past, a remote city might pay homage to two kings to hedge its bets, so we like to have both a relationship with ruler of the Kingdom of God and a relationship with the god of this world. 

Paul tells us that Satan is the god of this world.

Satan, who is the god of this world, has blinded the minds of those who don’t believe. They are unable to see the glorious light of the Good News. They don’t understand this message about the glory of Christ, who is the exact likeness of God.
2 Corinthians 4:4 (NLT)

The picture we have then is of two kingdoms, and we need to decide which one we want to be a part of.  Will I declare allegiance to the creator of the universe or will I declare allegiance to the rebellious leader who wants to claim this world as his own?

Changing allegiances can be difficult.  If a person in this part of the world wants become a part of the kingdom of God, he or she will be surrounded by and greatly outnumbered by those claiming allegiance to another kingdom.  It would be like a city in the middle of a country rising up in rebellion and claiming allegiance to a different country.  All the cities around it might not be too happy about it. Pray that the new believers here remain strong in their new allegiance.

Greetings

Greet one another with a holy kiss
          Romans 16:16

Many years ago, when we lived in Bakersfield, the church we were attending closed its doors, so we were looking for a new place to fellowship.  This was in the early days of the internet, so the main way to find churches was through the Yellow Pages (r) or newspaper listings.

One day we visited a church in the southeast part of the city.  When we drove up, we thought the pink color was a bit out of the ordinary.  But it was far more ordinary than what happened next.  In this church, everybody greeted everybody else with a hug.  There must have been an unwritten rule that you couldn't enter the building unless you hugged everybody first.

I am NOT a hugger person.

I was VERY uncomfortable.

Before we even got inside, we had pretty much decided this church wasn't for us.  It was interesting that many of the people in the congregation played the tambourine during the music times, while the pastor played congas.  We were grateful that they decided to have an extended prayer time afterwards, which gave us an opportunity to sneak out without having to hug everybody all over again.

Last month we had our annual missionary gathering.  One of our fellow missionaries who was there is a hugger.  I finally indulged him, but I may have  subconsciously tried to to avoid him after that.

I'm good with hugging my wife.  I've even got used to hugging family members.  And I'm not too bothered by hugging little kids.  But that's about it.

Part of my reticence in the area of hugging is related to my personality.  Another part is cultural—not wanting send the wrong message—either to the person being hugged or to other people around.  One of the things I like about Thailand is that the normal greeting here is a wai (pronounced "why")—two hands pressed together above the upper chest. No hugging.  No touching.  Not even a handshake. Yes!!  I am IN my comfort zone.

The "wai" greeting

About a week after our missionary gathering, we attended an English speaking church in the town of Hua Hin. I think that they must have visited the pink church in Bakersfield.  I tried to get away with greeting people with only a wai, but only the teenage girls seemed to indulge me.  Everyone else wanted a hug during the greeting time.  This was especially unusual in Thailand, where unrelated people of the opposite sex don't usually hug each other in public.  We decided to skip eating lunch with the church and snuck out of during the closing song.

Fast forward another week.  We are on our way back home and we stop to visit Lai, young woman who had studied English with us back when we were in Wiang Kaen.  Our lives intersected with hers at a time that was critical for all of us.  Lai was trying to win a special scholarship for which the competition was very tough.  We were trying to find a way to reach out to young people in our community.  We helped Lai prepare for her scholarship application, which she won.  She and some of her friends became key members of our English club, which was a bright spot during a difficult time in our lives.

Now Lai was attending her second year of university and we had not seen her in over a year.  She was very excited that we were going to make an effort to visit her.  When we met up with her she gave Ingrid a hug.  Then, there was an slight hesitation as if she was trying to decide what was appropriate, and then she decided I should get a hug, too.  (I was not going to initiate in this culturally sensitive area.)  After all, she is like family to us.  In fact, we were the first visitors she's had from "home" since she started her studies there.  (She is a Christian and ethnic Hmong, and she is on a campus with few, if any, Christians or Hmong people, so she gets homesick sometimes.) No wonder she was so happy to see us!

Ingrid and Lai at
Kasetsart Kamphaeng Saen University

So, if I greet you some time, and I seem a little aloof, it's not that I don't like you. I'm just more comfortable to greet you with a wai.

What kind of sin

Recently, I was walking back home from the Mekong River and I passed through the yard of one of the many Buddhist temples in the area.  There is a stupa in the temple yard that has wooden doors with carvings on them.  I couldn't help but notice the cute, white cat sitting in front of one of the doors. Carved in the door above where the cat was sitting was the word "sin".

Sinful cat?

At first I thought it strange to have the word "sin" carved into the door of the stupa.  But then I realized that it was totally appropriate, because the word "sin" is a transliteration of the Thai word ศีล, which is a religious commandment.

Unlike Judaism, which has 10 main commandments, Buddhism has 8 "precepts",  five of which lay people are expected to keep, the other 3 are supposed to be kept by the monks (as well as the first 5). These commandments are referred to as the "5 Precepts" and "8 Precepts".  The 5 Precepts can be summarized:

1. Don't harm living beings.
2. Don't steal.
3. Don't engage in sexual misconduct.
4. Don't lie.
5. Don't get drunk or take drugs.

To a Thai person, sin (ปาป  (bap)) is breaking one of these precepts.  Other types of wrongdoing go under the category of karma (กรรม (kam)). Karma can be either positive or negative but is usually viewed as negative.  In other words, "getting what you deserve" means you are not getting something good.

Keeping the precepts is considered important.  It is not uncommon when you enter a village to see a sign that says: "this village keeps the precepts".

In reality, all but the second "sins" are fairly common in Thailand (though certainly not exclusive to this country).

The first of these precepts refers not just to killing people (as in the 6th commandment of the Bible), but to all creatures.  You would think, then, that this would be a country of vegetarians, but it is far from the case. People justify eating meat by the fact that they don't typically do the killing, they just eat the meat from animals someone else killed. The fact that the animals would not be killed if there were no market for the meat does not seem to be relevant.  Interestingly, this precept does affect some kinds of pest control. You seldom see a typical rat trap or mouse trap.  What you usually find are glue traps. This is because these glue traps don't directly kill the rodents, so the person who set out the trap can honestly say, "I didn't kill the rat."  That the rat may have starved to death because of the glue trap, or died when the trap was buried in the trash heap is not their concern. (Others would say that glue traps are actually a less humane way of doing things.)   Keeping this precept also means no killing mosquitoes. So if a mosquito is in the process of sucking your blood, don't swat it.

I like the fact that the second precept is better observed.  It's nice that I don't normally have to worry if I forget to lock the doors of the house or car. This experience is certainly a lot different than other places I have lived.  Theft of intellectual property, on the other hand, is rampant.  For example, even if you want to buy a legitimate DVD,  sometimes it can be difficult to find one.  Even ones that seem legit may turn out not to be.

As for the third precept, just after we moved to Thailand in 2011, someone did a poll in Thailand and found that just over 50% of married men AND women admitted being unfaithful to their spouses.  I was even asked by a monk once, while Ingrid was present, if I had a Thai wife, as if the fact that I already had a foreign wife was irrelevant to the question.  And while there are laws prohibiting prostitution, it is still fairly common.  On several occasions, when we have told people we have been not been able to have children, we have been asked, "have you tried other partners?"

There are two words for "rape" in Thai.  Khomkheun (ข่มขืน) refers to rape by a stranger, and is definitely considered a sin and a crime.  However, blam (ปล้ำ) refers to things like date rape, which is normalized on TV and is viewed of as acceptable—or at least as something that women should be expected to endure.  A young Christian woman we know was counseled by her friends that if her boyfriend wanted to have sex with her, she should, because he needs it. (I guess the needs of the women don't count for much.)

Regarding the fourth precept, truthfulness takes a backseat to saving face and desire to please.  The most common form of lying, though it is not really viewed as lying, is to say "yes" when you don't don't mean it.  This is done because you don't want to be seen as disagreeable and a desire to make the person who asks the question feel good.  I even wonder sometimes if I should answer truthfully, as my Western culture dictates, or just say yes, which is not necessarily understood as a yes.  Or would I be misunderstood because they expect me to answer as a foreigner?

One wonders why in Thailand liquor and other alcoholic beverages are even sold, with the 5th precept being what it is.  Yet all kinds of alcoholic beverages are readily available, though they do ban sales in stores (not restaurants and bars) on certain Buddhist holidays.  A common late afternoon and evening activity is the drinking circle, kind of the equivalent of happy hour in my home culture. This past week there was a festival associated with the end of Buddhist Lent.  Alcohol was served at most of the events, even though his was a Buddhist celebration. We are saddened when we hear, "I wish my father would stop drinking" or "I wish my husband would stop drinking."

I write all this not to say that the Thai people are bad people.  Indeed, they are normal people.  They struggle with the same things people all over the world struggle with, regardless of what their religion or nationality is.  Thai people aren't the only ones to try to find justification for their actions so that they aren't "sinful,"  we are very good at that in my home culture as well.  It is also not a new kind of behavior.  Two thousand years ago, Jesus talked about those who "strain out a gnat and swallow a camel." (Matthew 23:24)

We can also be pretty selective about which commandments or precepts we wish to follow—not just as individuals but as cultures or sub-cultures.  We have what I call socially acceptable sins. The problem with socially acceptable sins is that they change with time, so someone who may have once been considered a good person is now a bad person, without the person having changed.

We also like to rate sins and crimes so that we come out on the better side.  He ran a red light (bad boy); I drove over the speed limit (socially acceptable).  She cheated on her taxes (everybody does it—and it's only the government who taxes too much anyway); he spanked his child (what an awful parent).

The Bible speaks a lot about the struggle of mankind to observe rules.

Not a single person on earth is always good and never sins.
Ecclesiastes 7:20 (NLT)

All of us, like sheep, have strayed away. We have left God’s paths to follow our own. Yet the Lord laid on him the sins of us all.
Isaiah 53:6 (NLT)

For everyone has sinned; we all fall short of God’s glorious standard.
 Romans 3:23 (NLT)

If we claim we have not sinned, we are calling God a liar and showing that his word has no place in our hearts.
1 John 1:10 (NLT)

At first, reading all these verses can be a bit depressing.  If we are all sinners, what hope is there for us?

Which is why Jesus came to bring us incredibly good news!

First, the sins we've committed can be forgiven.

But if we confess our sins to him (Jesus), he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all wickedness.
1 John 1:9 (NLT)

Second, the Holy Spirit is given to those who believe in Jesus to help them not to sin.

Those who have been born into God’s family do not make a practice of sinning, because God’s life is in them. So they can’t keep on sinning, because they are children of God.
1 John 3:9 (NLT)

And this is his commandment: We must believe in the name of his Son, Jesus Christ, and love one another, just as he commanded us. Those who obey God’s commandments remain in fellowship with him, and he with them. And we know he lives in us because the Spirit he gave us lives in us.
1 John 3:23, 24 (NLT)

But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against these things!
Galatians 5:22, 23 (NLT)

Thank you, God, for sending Jesus to die for us that our sins might be forgiven.  Thank you for sending your Holy Spirit to all those who believe in Jesus to help make it possible for us not to sin.

The Evil Weed

It should come as no surprise to you that I was first introduced to the evil weed in Santa Cruz.

We had just moved to California from Haiti where we had spent 7 years working with the Baptist Haiti Mission.  Now I was beginning an Apprenticeship in Ecological Horticulture at UC Santa Cruz.  There were 40 of us apprentices camped on the farm.  We stayed in our own personal tents, but otherwise lived communally.  It was great to be on a farm where we grew our own organic fruits and vegetables.  We took turns preparing meals for the group.

We rotated between 3 locations on the farm: the "Up Garden", which was the original location  of Alan Chadwick's garden which started the program; the "down garden", with its large double-dug beds; and "the field", where tractors and larger scale equipment was used.

My first rotation was in the Up Garden.  I love salads, and I was excited at the nice, big bowl of greens that was prepared for us one day the first week.  But when I bit into the salad, I tasted something that seemed like a pesticide, which surprised me, since this was an organic farm.  Later, I asked a fellow apprentice about this, and she told me it might be something called cilantro.  I had never heard of this before, so later she pointed some out to me, and I found out this was the culprit.

It turns out that several of us there were not very fond of this evil weed, so we convinced the group that when making certain things like salsa (which we had fairly often), that a certain portion should be free of the weed.  The next time we had salsa, I was happy to see a big bowl free from those little green pieces of poison floating around.  But when I tasted the salsa, it still had a strong weed flavor.  Turns out they used the same utensils, and that was all it took for me to taste it.  That night, I was on clean-up detail, and when I was cleaning the counters, whenever the wet rag passed over where they had laid the cilantro that morning, I could tell.

Not long after we finished the apprenticeship, we ended up moving to Bakersfield.  We were attending a church and as part of that, we were part of a small group that met weekly for prayer and Bible study.  For Christmas, we were doing a gift exchange.  We each drew a name, and we also had to list something we liked and something we disliked, to help the gift-giver make a choice.

When we had our Christmas get-together, I found out that Marc had drawn my name.  He had found a Christmas ornament made of wires woven into the shape of an apple.  It was designed to be filled with some kind of potpourri.  He managed to cram it full of a huge amount of cilantro.  While I did not appreciate the cilantro, I certainly loved the creativity.  We kept the ornament (less cilantro) until we moved to Thailand.

A number of years later, I went on a two-week mission trip to India.  I was a bit apprehensive because I heard they use I lot of cilantro in their cuisine.  Well, that certainly was the case.  Still I forced myself to eat a little bit of everything until the middle of the second week.  I couldn't take any more, and for some meals I just ate plain rice.

A couple years after that, we made our first trip to Thailand.  I heard that the Thai cuisine has lots of cilantro, and found that also to be true.  However, there were usually cilantro free dishes to be had, so I stuck with them.

One day, they brought out a bowl of steaming hot soup with a huge mound of cilantro on top (this is fairly common practice).  Since I was at the end of the table, the server put it in front of me.  When my nose caught the steamy aroma, I almost threw up into the soup.  I quickly pushed back from the table until I recovered.

Steamy soup with cilantro on top

At the time we made that trip to Thailand, we had no idea we would ever go back.  But then, a few years later we found ourselves on a team going to Thailand for 10 years.  At this point, I thought, I really need to learn to eat cilantro if I am going to live in Thailand.  Surely this would be doable.  So I determined that I would to just that.  I was very intentional, sometimes even munching on sprigs of the stuff.  But I could never get used to it. It still tasted just as awful as ever.

Upon arriving in Thailand, I soon learned the Thai name for cilantro (pak chee).  I learned which foods normally have it and which ones don't (though there are always exceptions).  When I remembered, I would ask them not to put cilantro in the food.  Sometimes, if there was cilantro, I would just pick it out. (I can tolerate it a little if it has been cooked, because cooking sometimes drives off some of the aromatics that I am sensitive to.)

The bad part is, with soups, the only vegetables are often cilantro and green onions, which are cut up and mixed together ahead of time and called pak hawm.  So if I ask for no cilantro, I get no greens of any kind.

Pak Hawn--enough to kill off the Roman Empire

I figured that if I lived in Thailand long enough, I would eventuall get used to the evil weed.  But instead, my sensitivity has become worse.  If I am in a poorly ventilated room with lots of fumes, I get nauseous, short of breath and lose my appetite.  Still, if I am careful I can manage to get by without making too much of a scene.

Two weeks ago Somdy, our teammate, wanted to take us to this really nice Vietnamese Restaurant in Nong Khai.  Since it was a steamy day, we opted to sit in the air-conditioned part of the restaurant.  At this restaurant, they bring you out some wraps and raw leaves of various kinds, and the object is to roll them together with some sauce and eat them.  We were clear that we did not want cilantro and they obliged.

When they brought out the leaves, I was quite happy at the nice-looking, cilantro free, pile of greens.  I did not recognize any of the leaves, but that has never been a deterrent for me.  I put together my first wrap and took a bite and...

the reaction was instant,

the reaction was strong,

it was like cilantro, only worse.

Vietnamese coriander is the smaller-leaved vegetable on the left side of the plate.

After I went outside to get some fresh air for a few minutes, I went back and found out what the culprit is.  Vietnamese coriander is an English name for this plant.  Pak phaew is the Thai name.  The scientific name is also very fitting—Persicaria odorata.

I ended up taking some cilantro- and Vietnamese coriander-free spring rolls to the open air part of the restaurant to finish up my lunch while Ingrid and Somdy finished up theirs in the air conditioned section.

Anyway, if we are ever sitting together, sharing a meal, and I quickly excuse myself, don't worry.  It is probably not your deodorant or lack thereof.  I'm probably just trying to escape some fumes of the evil weed.

So I recommend having fun, because there is nothing better for people in this world than to eat cilantro-free food, drink, and enjoy life. That way they will experience some happiness along with all the hard work God gives them under the sun. Ecclesiastes 8:15 (NLT)
(Bold text mine)

Memorable Scents

Phon Phisai is the center of Naga worship in Thailand.  The Great Naga (พญานาค-Phayanak in Thai) is a serpent God.  There is a Naga idol present in most Buddhist temples here in Thailand.  The Naga is often pictured with multiple numbers of heads, but always and odd number--3, 5, 7, or 9.

Often the Naga is depicted covering a Buddha image.

Every year, at the end of Buddhist Lent (Buddhist Lent follows a lunar calendar and this year the last day is October 5) there is a big celebration here known as the Naga Fireballs, when balls of fire come up from the Mekong River, supposedly emanating from the Great Naga.  This celebration is a big economic boon to the community, so they do a lot to get people to come here.  Right now they are constructing a large, 7-headed Naga along the Mekong River.  They are rushing to get it done before October 5th.

As we were walking along the river near the site of this idol, a familiar scent wafted up to my nose.  It was a scent that brought me back about 35 years when I worked in a plastics factory. (More on that below.) That factory made primarily plastic housings for computers and electronics.  This "factory" I was passing now is set up outside and is used to construct the pieces of the Naga.

At one point during the construction, some of the pieces broke and fell off the steel framework.  It doesn't appear to be something that will last a long time. I find it strange that people will come and worship or make offerings to something that has been built by men.  Is not the one who creates something greater than the creation?  This is nothing but a hollow piece of plastic.

This reminds me of the writing of the Psalmist:

Their idols are merely things of silver and gold, shaped by human hands.
They have mouths but cannot speak, and eyes but cannot see.
They have ears but cannot hear, and noses but cannot smell.
They have hands but cannot feel, and feet but cannot walk, and throats but cannot make a sound.
And those who make idols are just like them, as are all who trust in them.
Psalm 115:4-8 NLT

The Apostle Paul writes this way:

They traded the truth about God for a lie. So they worshiped and served the things God created instead of the Creator himself, who is worthy of eternal praise! Amen.
Romans 1:25 (NLT)

We pray that the people of  Phon Phisai will one day no longer worship a god of their own making, or even something created by God, but will instead worship the God who created all things and Who will endure for all eternity..

Now, about that plastics factory...

After I graduated from UNH, I had a job for a while working at Jotko Enterprises, a factory that was owned by a member of my church, Dover Baptist Church.  This was in 1980, and our church at that time sponsored a refugee family from Vietnam.  Joe, the factory owner, hired the Vietnamese man.  The fellow was fairly smart—he spoke 5 languages.  Unfortunately, English (nor any Latin-based language I was familiar with at the time) was not among the 5 languages.  Joe gave me the job of training this new employee.  It was a bit challenging, using only gestures and modeling to do this.

At the time I knew little or nothing about the geopolitics of Southeast Asia.  I was ignorant of the complexities of languages and people groups in this region. I only knew that this family must have come from a desperate situation and we were trying to help.  This family was the first of many connections I made to this region before I eventually ended up moving here.

Jotko Enterprises closed in the mid-1980's.  Several years later Joe told me that he appreciated some instructions I had written about packing and shipping products.  They used these instructions for quite a while after I left.  (I had not even remembered writing them!) When he sold the business, Joe thanked us by sending a donation for the ministry we were doing in Haiti in the time.  This enabled us to attend a workshop that we really wanted to go to but had no idea how we could afford it.  Some of the things I learned at that workshop I used throughout the time we lived in Haiti.

One of the things we learned at the conference was how to make an A-level
(for soil conservation work) using no tools and only sticks, some string and a rock.

I shouldn't be amazed at the way all these life experiences have come together the way they have.  Even those pieces of the puzzle that don't seem to fit at first eventually find a place.

Judging from the outside

Culture Shock!

The worst culture shock I have experienced was not the first time that I lived overseas, but a bit later when I moved to the south (US).  I thought was moving to the same country I was raised in—did I had a lot to learn!

One thing I had to learn was a new vocabulary.  Some people talked about the "War of Northern Aggression," which I discovered was what we learned of as "The Civil War".  Different perspectives give rise to different names.

Another thing I had to learn about was the significance of the Mason-Dixon Line.

They had a joke that I heard A LOT that goes like this:
Q: What's the difference between a Yankee and a Damn Yankee?
A. The Yankee goes home.

The thing is, to some people it wasn't a joke—and I could tell.

I had moved to the south for work and over 3-1/2 years I lived in two different towns with two very different cultures.

When I arrived in the south, I was determined to hang onto my northern culture and not adapt a southern accent, but that was something I found impossible to do.  Still, I was not raised in the south and I had some behaviors that locals probably found a bit perplexing—things like riding a bicycle for fun.

The second town we lived in was quite small.  The population of the entire county was the same as my hometown—and my hometown was not very big.  Deer outnumbered people by a very large margin.

It was hard to fit in this town not only because I was a Yankee (from the north), but purely because I was an outsider.

In this town, my supervisor, who was very good at his job, happened to be black.  I was hoping that we might engage in some after-hours socializing, but that kind of thing was taboo there.  I didn't like how the blacks and whites were separated, and it made me angry.  My parents tried to teach me to think different than that.

We had a hard time finding a church to join. No one from the white churches would invite us to church because we were outsiders.  Some of the black Christians I met would invite us to their churches, but I wasn't sure how long I could last in town if we started doing that.

Eventually, for better or worse, we ended up going to one of the white churches.  There was one fellow in the church who was often ranting against blacks, Jews and communists.  I thought it was hatred, but I learned later that this was wrong.

My wife and I would often walk to church.  Rather than take the main highway (which was not all that busy), we would take a side road that ran parallel to it.  I'll call it High Street (not its real name).  Just after we got on High Street, there were a couple of very small houses we would pass where black people lived.  There were often people sitting or playing on the front porch so we would wave and say high.  These were usually the only people we would greet along the way.  The rest lived in houses set back from the road.  These other houses usually had A/C so the people stayed inside.

At the church we attended, I ended up helping out with the high school boys group.  One time, one of the boys said to me, "You walk down High Street.  I'd be afraid to walk down High Street."

I don't remember what I said.  I don't remember if I said anything at the time because I was so stunned.

You see, this boy was taught to be afraid of black people—these very black people who would smile and wave to us when we greeted them.  He probably learned this fear from his father.  His father was the one I referred to earlier who had nothing good to say about blacks, communists and Jews.  I wondered, then, how many people, both black and white were being taught to be afraid of people who weren't like them.

Right away, the realization came to me, "If I grew up here, I'd think just like these young people.  I would have been taught from childhood to be afraid of black people."

I wasn't at all trying to justify their thinking or say that it was right.  I was recognizing that I had the privilege of being raised differently.

It would be so easy for me to judge this young man for how he felt about Jews and people of color.  But how is he to learn to think any differently if he doesn't have any teachers?

It is so easy to judge others from the outside.

People have sometimes asked me in the past about how I feel about certain jury verdicts.  I usually won't pass judgement on jury verdicts because I was not given the same information they were with the same conditions they were given.  I may have feelings about the issue at hand, but that is different than how I feel about how the jury came to their conclusion.

(Though I am a kind of person who usually sees both sides of an issue, and I often find myself agreeing with both sides.)

About a year ago we visited the Lao National Museum in Vientiane.  The first part of the museum deals with the culture and history of Laos before the 1950's.  The second half of the museum deals with the victory of the communists over the Americans and subsequent recent history of the country.  It was interesting to note this different perspective.  To the Lao-communist, the "secret war", as it is sometimes called, was about the Lao people vs. the American Imperialists.  To the Lao-royalist, it was about the Lao people vs. the Vietnamese communists.  What a difference perspective makes.  (It felt kind of weird, as an American, walking through there reading all that stuff about how awful the Americans were.)

These days, there has been a lot of discussion on the news and in the media about monuments to confederate "heroes" and whether they should be taken down or left to remain.  Some who argue against removing the statues lament, "where do you stop?"

It's easy for me, from my current perspective, to pass judgment on people who have gone before me.  But I was not in their shoes,  I did not share all the same culture and history and social context that they did.  It doesn't make the things they did right, but it also doesn't mean they were "evil".  Many things we see as evil might have been purely normal to the person who did them--which can be kind of scary to think about.  I find myself thinking, "If I were a person alive at that time, would I have to courage to go against the grain and make a stand for what it right?"  I have great respect for those who do take a stand for what is right.

But I also see this:

If we only look at the wrong things people do, and not the good things they do, then we would honor NO ONE from history, except Jesus, who "knew no sin". (2 Corinthians 5:21)

We all have baggage--none of us is free from sin. (Romans 3:21)

One day, some scribes and Pharisees brought a woman to Jesus who had been caught in the act of adultery (I always find it interesting that she was caught in the act, but they did not bring the man forward as well.). These leaders said to Jesus, "Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. The law of Moses says to stone her.  What do you say?" (John 8:4, 5 NLT)

Jesus doesn't argue with the leaders.  They did have the right, or perhaps even an obligation, to stone this woman according to the Mosaic law.  But just because you have the right to do something doesn't make it right to do it.

Without justifying the woman's sin (He tells her to "sin no more" in v. 11), Jesus, after writing something in the sand, puts a different spin on the issue.  "Alright", He says, "but let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone." (John 8:7 NLT)

Jesus is calling the religious leaders to exercise some humility—to examine themselves first.

When I first moved to the south, I was proud because I "wasn't like them".  But God taught me that I was "like them", it just looked different because of my background circumstances.  Before I pass judgment on others, I need to pass judgment on myself.

So what can I do if I see some fear-based behavior that seems really unacceptable?

One thing I can do is to model not being afraid.  When I think back to that day when I realized this young man was afraid of black people, I wondered at the time how one can change that. How do you help people unlearn what has been so ingrained in them?  How do you teach them?  A good way to teach is by demonstration.

I remember one time I was having a problem dealing with being afraid of something.  I sat and watched people do over and over again what I was afraid to do.  Eventually, I was able to overcome that fear.  But it took some time and patience.

Another good way to overcome fear is to actually talk with those we're afraid of,  instead of screaming or yelling at each other (though it isn't always easy). We might find out they're not all that different from us.  This may take the help of a third party since, if we are afraid of someone, it will be really hard to approach them in the first place.

I like how John injects the subject of fear into his words about loving one another:

⁷ Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. ⁸ Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love. ⁹ In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him. ¹⁰ In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. ¹¹ Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. ¹² No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God abides in us and his love is perfected in us.

¹³ By this we know that we abide in him and he in us, because he has given us of his Spirit. ¹⁴ And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of the world. ¹⁵ Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God. ¹⁶ So we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us. God is love, and whoever abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him. ¹⁷ By this is love perfected with us, so that we may have confidence for the day of judgment, because as he is so also are we in this world. ¹⁸ There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love. ¹⁹ We love because he first loved us. ²⁰ If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen. ²¹ And this commandment we have from him: whoever loves God must also love his brother.  1 John 4:7-21 (ESV)

This scripture reminds me of the key ingredient in dealing with these judgment issues—love that comes from the presence of Jesus in our lives.  Jesus freely gives His Spirit to those who believe in Him.  By the power of His Spirit we can learn to love our enemies instead of passing judgment on them.  But if we do not allow the love of Jesus to flow through us it will never happen.  We have to put to death our old nature so that God's nature can be seen in us.

¹³  For if you live according to the sinful nature, you will die; but if by the Spirit you put to death the misdeeds of the body, you will live, ¹⁴  because those who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. 15  For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father."  Romans 8:13-15 (NIV)

There's that word again: fear.

By the Spirit we can be set free from this fear.

It's risky to love our enemies.

We can be misunderstood.
We can suffer harm.

But isn't that what happened to Jesus?

By His great love, Jesus refused to rain down judgment on his enemies, which was in his power to do,  but instead submitted to the cross.

That's hard.
That's painful.
That goes against my common sense.

The way of the cross is hard, and sometimes I don't feel like walking that way.  Sometimes it's easier insist that my way is right and not look at or truly listen to those who disagree with me.  Perhaps I'm afraid that they'll get mad at me if I approach them.  Maybe I don't want to like this person, and I'm afraid that if I get to know this person I might do just that.  Maybe I'm afraid I'll find out I'm wrong and have to change.

There's that fear word again.

Perfect love casts out fear.
We did not receive a spirit that makes us a slave again to fear.

I shouldn't judge people from the outside,
    I should love them from the inside.

Too Much of a Good Thing

If you find honey, eat just enough--
     too much of it, and you will vomit.
Proverbs 25:16 (NIV)


Our house is surrounded by rice paddies.  However, over time, some of these rice paddies have been filled in in order to put up houses and commercial buildings.

If Thailand has any kind of grading ordinance, it is not evident.  People fill in land as they please; where the water drains off to is not their concern.

Our house sits on such a fill area, and immediately to the east is a rice paddy--or at least it used to be a rice paddy.  However, so many areas have now been filled, the water that falls on this part of town all seems to go into that field, and the water cannot get out at a reasonable rate.  So now, it is actually too wet for rice.

The owner spent a lot of effort planting rice this year.

When he was done planting, the paddy looked pretty good.  But notice the red colors in the foreground--that is from runoff from the field on the other side of our house.  The water runs down the road in front of our house and into the paddy.

At this point, the paddy should look like this nearby one.

However, after a slow-moving monsoon system came through, all the rice has died and now we have this nice pond beside our house.

While paddy rice needs lots of water, there is a limit to  how much it can take.  As hard as it is to fathom, even rice paddies can be too wet!

There is s flip side to this, at least for me.

One of the nice things about having this pond next to our house is the evening and nighttime sounds from the frogs and other creatures.  It kind of reminds me of growing up with a pond in our backyard.    While some may consider the noise annoying, for me it is like a constant lullaby throughout the night.

I recorded some of the sounds this past week.  (I recorded the audio while standing in the house.)  I added the audio to some wetland pictures from Thailand--the types of places you might expect to hear these sounds.  The first part of the video is the evening sounds.  At some point in the night, the composition changes.  The second part of the video has those early morning sounds.

For more about these wet areas where frogs live, view my blog Nong.

First Love

Today was an interesting day.  Our plan had been to go to a temple complex in Bueng Khan Province (just east of here) that involved walking on a walkway attached to the side of a cliff.  About an hour out, however, the road was closed due to flooding.  We could have detoured, but that would have taken too long.

Plan B was to go to a Forest Temple in Sangkhom, which is in Udon Thani Province, not too far from Phon Phisai.  From pictures we had seen, a bunch of deer are allowed to wander the complex.  What also interested us was the fact that there were so many large trees near there.  But when we got there, we found the gate locked and no one to let us in.  We did take time to enjoy a walk under the big trees, though.

Big Trees in Front of Sakunasai Forest Temple

By then it was lunch time, so we drove into the town of Sangkhom and found a restaurant.  The name of the place was Rak Thuh Tee Suit Nigh Lok Khao Kaeng, which translates: I love you most in the world "rice curry". (A "rice curry" restaurant is a place where you get a plate of rice and choose from a selection of prepared dishes to put on top.)

Perhaps there is an origin to the name of the restaurant that makes sense, but it seemed a bit strange to me.  But it made me think of the letter Jesus had John write to the church in Ephesus, which included the statement: You have forsaken your first love. (Revelation 2:4)

My first love should not be chicken curry over rice.

My first love should not even be my wife.

My first love should be Jesus.

Jesus told us that the greatest commandment is Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. (Mark 12:29-30 ESV)

But oh how easy it is to get these priorities messed up.

I'll end with this song that I came across last week, which is a fitting prayer about getting these priorities right.
(Click the title to listen on You Tube)

Awaken Love

Kim Walker-Smith

Take me back to the moment of surrender 

Heart completely Yours    

Unafraid, just a child within Your presence 

Trusting in You, Lord    

Pre-Chorus

Walk into this place 

I give You space 

Come and move around me

Meet me face to face 

Stir my heart 

Awaken love within me 

Chorus

Jesus, come. Jesus, come 

My first love, my first love 

Jesus, come. Jesus, come 

My first love, my first love

Bridge

I have wandered from Your love 

Thought my strength was strength enough 

I am done relying on myself 

You're the one who breaks my chains 

You're the one who calls my name 

I will look to You and no one else

Limitations of Letters

Last week, on our day off, we took a trip to see a skywalk. The skywalk is about a two and one half hour drive west from here, the other side of the city of Nong Khai.  When we got there, we found out it was in Sangkhom District.  When I saw the sign for Sangkhom, I was a little surprised.  I though Sangkhom was just south of Phon Phisai, where we live.

Looking down into the village of Sangkhom from the skywalk

Well, I wasn't imagining things, I just had not looked too carefully at the Thai spellings of the two places.  Because Thai has more vowels than English, plus tones that English doesn't have, plus different vowel lengths, it can be difficult to render names into English.  The Thai names for the two Sangkhoms actually look quite different from each other.

สังคม vs. สร้างคอม

สังคม translates "society".   สร้างคอม most simply translates "build a computer", but I have a feeling it means something different, I'm just not sure what.

Crossing into Sangkhom District, half an hour south of Phon Phisai

A challenge we constantly face working with different  cultures and languages is being misunderstood.  Sometimes we just say the wrong thing, but sometimes we are misunderstood because of limitations related to language or culture.  People will sometimes ask about something back in North America, but it is hard to explain because there is nothing like it here, so I have to make comparisons to things they already know, even though they are inadequate.

Jesus faced the some issue when talking to people.  How do you describe what the Kingdom of God is like when we've never really seen it and it is a bit beyond human understanding. We've seen some parts of the Kingdom of God, for sure, but certainly not all of it.  So Jesus used parables to describe the Kingdom of God--lots of them.  So the kingdom is like a mustard seed. Or a farmer.  Or a pearl.  Or a net.  Or a treasure.

Or...?

The good thing is that there is a Bible in the Thai language, so there is only one level of language limitations to people understanding God.  Otherwise, the people I work with would not just have to deal with the issue of human limitations understanding the things of God, they would also have to deal with my limitations in communicating it.

Because of these things, our focus in working with the church here is to get the people reading and memorizing scripture.  We try to help them understand the context of the various scriptures, but we also pray that the Holy Spirit will guide them in their understanding of God's word.

There is so much more I want to tell you, but you can’t bear it now. When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all truth. He will not speak on his own but will tell you what he has heard. He will tell you about the future. He will bring me glory by telling you whatever he receives from me. All that belongs to the Father is mine; this is why I said, ‘The Spirit will tell you whatever he receives from me.’
John 16:12-15 (NLT)

Pretty vs. Pretty

Ah! English!

What an interesting language I have grown up with.

In a tree in our yard, there are some pretty red flowers.

Pretty red flowers

The problem is that these red flowers are growing out of a mango tree.

But they are not mango flowers.  These are mango flowers:

Mango flowers

The red flowers are growing on a parasitic plant.  This plant makes seeds that germinate on the branches of the tree and then tap into the trees vascular system of the tree for nutrients.  Let the host tree do all the work of making roots and getting water and nutrients from the soil.

So, pretty flowers, yes.

But pretty nasty as well.

(Somehow our language got to the point where "pretty" can end up being an adjective meaning "beautiful" and also an adverb meaning "very".  So we can say that one thing is pretty while another is pretty ugly, and they are opposites.  And why do we then say "very pretty" vs. "pretty pretty".  This is all pretty confusing.)

You see, the more pretty red flowers that the tree has, the fewer mangos it will have.  And I like mangos.  Mangos are my favorite fruit.  They're the reason I moved to Thailand.  (Well, not exactly, but close.)

A lot of mango goodness here

So, I'm left with a choice.

Do I want some pretty red flowers?

Or do I want some pretty tasty fruit?

I could leave the parasites on the tree, and have both red and yellow (mango) flowers.  But the mango production would be reduced more and more with time.

Life is like that.  Often are choices aren't between good and bad or right and wrong.   The choices are often between one way and a better way.

The apostle Paul writes about about a "better way" in 1 Corinthians 12, and 13.  In 1 Corinthians 12, Paul is talking about the use of spiritual gifts in the church.  In the church, the body of Christ, we are each given different gifts in order to help build up the church.  1 Corinthians 12:31 we read:

But eagerly desire the greater gifts. And now I will show you the most excellent way.

And then Paul goes on to talk about love.

It's great to desire spiritual gifts, but if we don't use our gifts in love, we are just like resounding gongs or clanging cymbals.

Or pretty, parasitic flowers.

In Phon Phisai, we have this nice community of new believers.  Most of them knew nothing about Christ until just a few months ago.  One of the challenges we have now is helping them to discover and use their spiritual gifts to help build each other up in the body of Christ.  But it is so much more than that.  It is about loving each other and using our gifts, with that love, to help build each other up.   We want to have a church of people who give, not just take.  Pretty flowers that bear fruit, not just parasites.