Days 9 & 10

It's interesting what snags you come across on the mission field and the extra mental acuity it seems to take to convince yourself, "It's all okay!"

Thursday morning the rain kept us from group prayer time. The sun was shining again just in time for meeting up to teach English. That has been a blessing and a constant each week day. We are never certain who is going to show up, but we always know God has ordained the time.

After lunch we walked to the beach for a team meeting to discuss plans for the next several days. Ros and Ed have a spot they frequent, and, since many of us are without phones and a way to communicate, it's always a good place to find one another.

Nopparattara Beach is speckled with Thais, each peddling his or her particular massage hut. The salesman or saleswoman rarely administers massages. Rather, he or she tends to be the best English speaker and most able to engage foreigners to come make a purchase. I had asked Dusty to take the sand and not the road because I wasn't in the mood to reject the kind advances of all the salespeople. But suddenly he was upon us. Hustling across the sand, "Tom" - likely not his given name - offered us sliced pineapple, handed us a flyer and proceeded to walk us down the beach all the time chatting us up about where we were from, if we liked the sun (because of our white skin lol), explaining how the Thais prefer the rain, etc, etc. I'm an easy mark. I think my demeanor screams, "Pick me. I won't say no." But that's why we're here, right? To love on the Thais? Yes, it is! So I listened and questioned him back. He is from the Northeastern part of the country. He came here three years ago to earn money, some of which he sends back to support his family.

Then the conversation became instantly spiritual. He told me sometimes he must go to the temple and give offerings so the gods will bless him or give him luck. I listened for a bit, praying all the time, then asked if I could share what we do. I explained in broken English with one or two Thai words that we pray to Praht Jao (exalted God) and Praht Jesu. That we don't have to worry because He loves us and provides all we need. When we reached our stopping point, I told him I had to meet friends but would try to come back tomorrow and that I would pray - that God would show him His love and blessings.

As if to force me not to abandon my oath, I woke this morning with horrible pain in my neck. After taking several ibuprofen to no avail and being tired of lying on my back, I decided to go see Tom's people and run the risk that a massage would bring more healing than harm. I had the opportunity to chat with him a little more, and I am praying God reveals Himself to Him in a dream or vision. I'm not sure what God is going to do there, but I know He cares for Tom.

As I walked home I thought of Tom and O-ay, Nok, Booee, Camel, Chrishna, Sah . . . the list of faces that surpasses the names I can recall. My heart broke as I considered leaving them. I know my calling is not to be here permanently, but the thought of them being stuck here in the dark as I return to so much light is terrifying. Were it not for Doc and Zina, their family, Ed and Ros, Ong and his family, Chris and April, Jason and Kezia and the few others shining the light in this spiritually opaque land, I would have no hope.    Romans 10:14-15