Get Organized

After living in Thailand a while, I’ve become used to the level of organization not quite being what I am used to in North America.

But there are exceptions.

And a great exception to this was the recent English Camp we put on at the Muang Yai school across the street from where we live.

This was the first major outreach event we have put on in our community.  We wanted it to go well, but there were a lot of uncertainties going into it.  A big unknown was that our organization had never done anything at this school before, so we did not know what to expect from the teachers and staff.

Another unknown for us was the team from Northview MB Church SOLA (young adults)—lots of new faces in that group and we had no idea going into this what level of participation to expect.
But all expectations were exceeded.

So many thanks to all those who helped pull this off.

Seksan (เสกสรร) and the teachers and staff at Muang Yai school.



Our first contact was with the principal of the school, Udom Buddi (นายอุดม บุดดี).  But since it was English teaching, he handed most of the organizational part over to Seksan.  But everyone performed admirably.  The teachers and students were there early.  We had lists of names of students which helped us to organize the teams.  The classrooms were ready to go.  Great job, teachers.

Northview MB Church-SOLA.



It was a hot day, even by our standards, but these young people from Canada poured out their hearts (and sweat) for the young people at Muang Yai school.  They even took all the pictures so we missionaries could be free to concentrate on the things that we needed to do.

Christina Davis



Christina has a lot of experience putting on English Camps in this area.  So she was a great help with ideas for the teaching stations and she also had lots of teaching materials to use.  She even took a lot of time out of her already busy schedule to help.

Ingrid



Every team needs someone who is good at remembering all those little things that need to get done to make something happen.  And while Ingrid and Lie did a great job at organizing and teaching the crafts, most of what she did happened before hand.

Me



I had the easy job.  I got to use my computer skills to organize schedules and produce materials in a nice color-coded fashion to try to help all the volunteers be in the right place at the right time.  And the icing on the cake was that I got to do the story telling—a simplified account of creation in English.

All in all, it seemed like it went well.  The kids were having fun, and people got to know who we are.  Already we see the difference in how the kids in the neighborhood react to our presence.  A few of the young children seemed to have adopted Ingrid as a grandma as well.

In his grace, God has given us different gifts for doing certain things well. Romans 12:6a (NLT)

Thanks to Jon Stevens for the pictures 

Gratitude

Today in Kids Club, we told the story of the ten lepers who Jesus healed.

¹¹ It happened that as he made his way toward Jerusalem, he crossed over the border between Samaria and Galilee. ¹²As he entered a village, ten men, all lepers, met him. They kept their distance ¹³ but raised their voices, calling out, "Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!"

¹⁴ Taking a good look at them, he said, "Go, show yourselves to the priests." 

They went, and while still on their way, became clean.  ¹⁵One of them, when he realized that he was healed, turned around and came back, shouting his gratitude, glorifying God.  ¹⁶ He kneeled at Jesus' feet, so grateful. He couldn't thank him enough—and he was a Samaritan.

¹⁷Jesus said, "Were not ten healed? Where are the nine?  ¹⁸Can none be found to come back and give glory to God except this outsider?"  ¹⁹Then he said to him, "Get up. On your way. Your faith has healed and saved you."  Luke 17:11-19 (MSG)


In telling this story, we were able to teach the children many new words, but the most important one was not actually in the text.

Gratitude.

ความกตัญญู


In this story, Jesus essentially commends the one out of the ten lepers who shows gratitude.

So after telling the story, we gave the children the opportunity to show gratitude.

Mother's day in Thailand coincides with the Queen's birthday in August.  But in many places around the world, tomorrow is Mother's Day.  So we had the children make Mother's Day cards with a note of thanks for their mothers.  Since we're teaching English, we had them use English as much as possible, but for some it was easier to use their native Thai.  We just wanted to make sure that the mothers felt appreciated for what they pour into the lives of their children.

We gave them ideas as to the types of things they could thank their moms for.  Some came up with their own ideas.  Some used all of our suggestions.  Some struggled to write anything.  One of my favorites: "Thank you for loving me."




Thank you to all of the mothers out there who work hard at loving your children.  We appreciate your hard work.

Decisions, Decisions

The other day I was out exploring/exercising on my bicycle.  I was trying to follow a dirt track which, according to Google maps, went back out to the main road.  But Google maps has not always proved correct when it comes to some of these back roads.

At any rate, I came to a fork in the road and it was time to make a decision.  The road to the left was newer, wider, in better condition, and went in the general direction I needed to go.

But I took the other road—and it turned out to be a wise decision.

The reason for my decision: it looked like the road to the right had been around a while and was well used.  Hence it was narrower (overgrown with time) and in poorer shape because it was used more.




People tell me I can be a fairly good navigator.  Since I was a child I’ve loved maps.  I remember studying the maps on a cross-country road trip that our family took when I was seven.  Back then, most gas stations gave out free maps--that was always a highlight for me!  And it certainly helped to have good map reading and navigational skills in my previous occupation where I made maps.

But navigating is not just about maps—it’s also reading road and traffic conditions.  One trick I will often use in unfamiliar territory is to follow the dominant traffic flow—at least if I’m trying to stay on a through road.  Occasionally that backfires—as when I once ended up at a Coscto.

I think of my crossroad decision—where I followed what appeared to be the more “traveled” road—and I compare it to the last lines of Robert Frost’s famous poem:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost has a different take on navigation here.  And his take is perhaps a bit more relevant to how we navigate through life.

Often, if we want to do the right thing, we will not be doing the popular thing.  Or if we are leading in a given area, we will often be blazing a new trail.

Jesus said:

¹³ "Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many.
¹⁴ For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few. –Matthew 7:13-14 (ESV)

This well-know verse comes near the end of the Sermon on the Mount.  And in the Sermon on the Mount there is a collection of sayings that go like: “you have heard it said…, but I say to you…” where Jesus contrasts the normal way of doing things with God’s way.  The implication is that God's way of doing things is often along the "road less traveled".

Sometimes it can be lonely when you take the road less traveled.  It is a road where we can find ourselves misunderstood quite often.  It takes courage to walk that road.

Today in church, a young woman got up during the sharing time and started telling a story.  I had a hard time following what she was saying because she was talking very fast and in a mixture of Thai and Khmu all of which was muffled by her tears.  The young woman was confessing some sin in her life and apologizing to those she had offended.

It took a lot of courage for her to do that.  Afterwards, one of the church leaders got up and reminded people about the importance of what had just happened, commending the young woman for daring to do what she just did, and trying to make sure that she was not misunderstood. This opened the way for mending of relationships that had been broken or messed up because of her behavior.

This young woman had come to one of the many crossroads in life and had to decide whether she was going to follow the well-traveled road—and pretend like her misbehavior was okay or did not matter—or whether she was going to follow the less-traveled road of obedience to Jesus.

She took the road less-traveled…

…and it made all the difference.

Seafood Buffet

Yesterday we went for a short afternoon drive to get a break from the heat (the car has A/C, the house does not).  While we were out we checked out a store in our town that we had not been to before.

Wiang Kaen has lots of little stores that sell pretty much the same thing, but each store has its own unique personality and carries some things the others don’t.  I’m glad we checked out this one because it is the only one we’ve found so far that sells wheat flour and it sells 3 kinds—all-purpose flour, bread flour and cake flour.

Since it was such a hot day, we we’re looking for something salty to eat so we got some crackers.  A challenge buying crackers here in Thailand is they tend to be sweet rather than salty—so we settled on some seaweed laced crackers that had less sugar than most.  Ingrid found a can of sardines.  And that became dinner (along with raw veggies).

Nori seaweed crackers

As we were eating dinner, all of a sudden, I was having a memory flashback to about 30 years ago.  At the time we lived in Perry County, Alabama, where I was working on a soil survey.  MacArthur Harris was my supervisor.  He good teacher and manager and he was also a lot of fun.

Soon after we arrived in the county, MacArthur and I were out working in a place called Suttle—about half way between Marion and Selma.  Suttle was named after the family that owned the main ranch in the area.  The family had a small store that sold various groceries and miscellaneous items.  We stopped in there to get lunch; I figured that I would get something at the deli counter.  But MacArthur said he was going to get the seafood buffet.  This really got me wondering, “seafood buffet?”  “In Suttle Store?”  I had been in the store more often than MacArthur and I had never seen such a thing.

Soil map of Suttle area in Perry County, Alabama.
The store is the large building between the "14" and "MlA"

After we made our purchases, we carried the brown bags containing our purchases to the picnic table outside to eat.  MacArthur proceeded to pull out an onion, a box of saltines, and a can of sardines.  He sliced the onion and then laid a slice of onion and some sardine on the each cracker.

MacArthur, wherever you are, you trained me well.  The tradition lives on.

The house where we lived in Marion--we rented the upstairs.

You can’t get lost…

…if you don’t have a destination



Today, I was out on my bicycle, combining my morning workout with exploring parts of our district that I had not visited before.  My journey took me up an unpaved road that turned into a field road that petered out on a hillside garden.

As I was coming back, I decided to check out some of the side streets of the nearby village.  As I was rounding one corner, I noticed a group of people standing around in one of the yards.

“Are you lost?” they asked.

I told them that I was not lost but I was new to the area and I was exploring.  What I wanted to say, but I did not know how to say in Thai, is that you can’t get lost if you don’t have a destination.  Instead, it is more like how the old saying puts it, “wherever you go, there you are.”

While this kind of attitude is great for exploring, it is not very helpful for most things in life, whether it be working or writing or doing a project around the house.  And I must confess that I do struggle in this area—I’m a better starter than a finisher.

I know I’ve listened to sermons that were put together by someone who did not have a goal.  After a while the listening gets tiring and I check out.  “Where is he going?” I’ll as myself.  Sometimes the speaker will get me by surprise and actually reach a destination. At other times I’ll notice that the speaker himself did not seem to have a goal.  I find myself looking to be fed but coming up empty.

The destination is important.

I see the importance of having a goal these days in continuing my Thai studies.  When we were in language school, there was always a goal—usually marked by the completion of a workbook and a test of some sort.  Now the struggle is to find a goal that is reasonable, in the light of ministry commitments, and then to work towards that goal.  Without such a goal, it is hard to stay motivated to study.

Our life also needs a goal.  While I don’t underestimate the value of the journey itself—our life is all about that journey—it should be a journey to someplace.

Paul noted the importance of a life goal.

¹⁰ that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, ¹¹ that by any means possible I may attain the resurrection from the dead.
 ¹² Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own. ¹³ Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, ¹⁴ I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.Philippians 3:10-14

Paul’s goal was to know Jesus and be like Him.  He notes that this is not an easy goal to attain, but that it was worth straining forward for and pressing on towards.

It is interesting to note that Paul’s goal was not to win X number of people to Jesus—though he spent his life trying reach those who had not yet heard about Jesus.  In fact, in Acts 9:15 we read that Jesus gave him a clear call to do this very thing. Yet even though his life was consumed with bringing the good news to the non-Jewish world, his actual goal was to know and be like Jesus.

Reaching people for Jesus was his task.

Being like Jesus was his goal.

I admit that my pursuit of this kind of goal often seems to lack the ardor and zeal that marked Paul’s life.  It is easy to get distracted with other things—even good things.

We read a story about this kind of thing in Luke 10:38-42 (NIV):

³⁸ As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. ³⁹ She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. ⁴⁰ But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!"
⁴¹ "Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, ⁴² but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her."

Martha missed out on the "better" part because she let the task (serving Jesus) distract her from what should have been her goal (knowing Jesus).  Both the task and the goal are important—but if we lose sight of the goal, the task has no value, and we get lost.

God, help me to fix my eyes on that which is better—that which is most important.

Eternal Bliss

A few weeks ago we were in the city of Chiang Rai for the weekend.  One morning I was walking around looking for a baking supply store and I found myself in the part of the city that caters to budget tourists and backpackers.

I stopped at a roadside stand for a coffee and noticed that the hotel across the street seemed to be quite busy, even though it was only 7:30 am.  The hotel looks like it might have been quite a nice place a few decades ago, but the tropical rain and sun seemed to have dulled its appearance over the years.

After I finished my coffee, I walked across the street and noticed the sign for the hotel:

Suknirand Hotel sign

As is fairly normal for us anglophiles, I read the English name first.  Suknirand—I thought it might be a name or something.  But then I noticed that it was just a transliteration of the Thai.

สุขนิรันดร์

The name roughly translates “eternal bliss”.

I’ve never been inside this hotel and it may be quite nice.  But somehow when I think of eternal bliss, an older hotel does not come to my mind.  I’m not sure that it does for a Thai person either, though their thinking on eternity and heaven may be considerably different than mine—something that makes it a challenge to communicate the good news about what Jesus has done for us.

This differences in thought about heaven, hell, and eternity is apparent when one visits the “White Temple” an unconventional Buddhist Temple designed by artist Chalermchai Kositpipat.(เฉลิมชัย โฆษิตพิพัฒน์).  It is located about a 20 minute drive south of the city of Chiang Rai.

The center of the temple is the judgment hall.  From here you can either cross a bridge to the “heaven” (Nirvana) side or another bridge to the “hell” side.

The “hell” side is by far the more ornate side with lots of images of serpents and demons and such.  It appeals more to the senses than the heaven side because of the ornate detail.

When one talks about “eternal life” to a Buddhist here, it is not seen as desirable because means forever being caught up in the cycle of birth and rebirth into a life of suffering and not attaining Nirvana.

The "hell" side of the White Temple

The “heaven” side, on the other hand, is very plain looking.  I’m guessing this is because the most desirable end for the Buddhist is Nirvana which is basically extinction.  One ceases to exist as an individual anymore.  The only way to get to Nirvana is to cease desiring--hence the design with little to appeal to the senses.

The "heaven" side of the White Temple

This is a strong contrast to the Christian for whom heaven is a desirable place to spend eternity.
In the Bible, we read a description of heaven as the New Jerusalem.  And while I don’t know how literally the author, John, wants us to take this description, we get the idea that heaven is supposed to be a really nice place:

The foundations of the wall of the city were adorned with every kind of jewel. The first was jasper, the second sapphire, the third agate, the fourth emerald, the fifth onyx, the sixth carnelian, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, the twelfth amethyst.  And the twelve gates were twelve pearls, each of the gates made of a single pearl, and the street of the city was pure gold, transparent as glass.
Revelation 21:19-21 (ESV)

In reality, I don’t think John really had words to describe what he saw in the vision—it was just the ultimate place to imagine spending eternity.  I’m thinking that the Eternal Bliss hotel, though it may be a really nice place to spend a few days, does not quite meet the standards described by John in the book of Revelation.

Engrained

I bought a length of PVC pipe today and I was tying it to the roof of our truck.  I was thinking, “a clove hitch would be ideal for this,” but it had been years since I had tied one.

Yet, almost without thinking, there it was.

Engrained.

Clove Hitch

The clove hitch was one of the first knots I learned.  All this goes way back to my childhood.

Many years ago in a town called Otis, Massachusetts, the Girl Scouts had a camp called Sequina.  My mom was heavily involved in Girls Scouts and every year our family would make the long drive up route 8—long before the expressway  existed and before all the dams were in along the Naugatuck and Farmington Rivers—in order to set up the tents in preparation for the summer camping season.

The tents were set on platforms and attached to the platform with a rope secured with a clove hitch.  Though I was too small to reach the cross beam to which the ropes were fastened, my dad told me the name of the knot and showed me how it was tied.  He also used this knot when our family would go camping and that is where I first actually attempted to tie one.

Later, it was while I was in the Boy Scouts that I learned to use the knot on my own.

What is so strange is that now I still don’t really have the confidence that I know how to tie the knot correctly.  Yet yesterday, when I needed the knot, I could tie it—and I knew I had it right because the rope did not slip on the pipe when I was finished.

So, somehow, this process of early exposure and later practice and use got something so well engrained in my head, that I could do something without thinking about it many years into the future.

We read in the book of Proverbs: Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.    Proverbs 22:6 (ESV)

Here in Thailand, we have become involved in various kinds of children’s ministries.  As I was curious about the clove hitch and wanted to learn about it when I was a child, these children are often eager to learn, whether it be English, or Bible stories, or even new games to play.  Sometimes I have wondered how much we are getting across, and how much is sticking with them.  My experience with the rope yesterday encourages me to keep pushing forward.

"Training Up" children