Tuesday, July 19, 2011
processing
One of the most important things I took away from this experience was how easy it is for me to be a Christian, to have friends who are Christians, to choose Christianity over any other religion. I have never faced the threat of ridicule for being a Christian. I have never faced the decision of turning against everything I have ever known to follow Christianity. It has been an easy life for me.
I am in awe of the men and women of Cambodia. They choose a Christianity that is not easy. That is different from everything they have learned. That only 5% of the country follows. They are so strong in their faith, so faithful to God. They are an example of how faithful I want to be.
I hope as I am able to process more about the things I have experienced, I can share them here with you. While our trip is over, the journey is still just beginning.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Home -- but please keep reading!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
The Power of One
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
There are children everywhere. Some are coloring popsicle sticks, others are stringing beads onto necklaces, while others still are playing games with the visitors who have come. Each one is preciously made, full of life, and represents hope for the future.
We have spent the last two days working at an elementary school. I can’t really call it work, though. I had just as much fun as the children did during the crafts and game time. Each child was given four popsicle/craft sticks to decorate with markers and plastic jewels. The craft sticks were then glued together to form a picture frame. All the members of our team worked hard instructing, drawing, coloring, gluing, and lining up the sticks. Deborah and Sarah also worked hard taking each child’s picture and printing it off so that it could go in the frame. Once the frames were done we helped them to make necklaces from lanyard string and colorful beads.
While I got to help with each of these things (except the picture taking and printing… I left that to the professionals!), I mostly spent my time tying the ends of necklaces and enlisting my camp counselor experience to dance and play games with the children. We were able to do the Hokey Pokey, I’m A Little Hunk of Tin, Moses Says (think Simon Says), the Big and Small Game (a wonderful game introduced to me by our lovely translator, Tola), a slightly altered game of Duck Duck Goose, and Ring Around the Rosy just to name a few.
After working with these beautiful and wonderful children, I learned about their lives at home. The Methodist School asks for a $5 a month fee for those students who can afford it. Many cannot. The other school where we worked asks for no tuition, because the children that attend there are the poorest in the area. Each school is divided into three sessions: 1 group in the morning, 1 group in the afternoon, and 1 group in the evening. The evening group comes at that time because many work during the day with their parents.
I wish I could do a better job of explaining what the past two days have been like for me. It has been such a blessing to work with such wonderful children and teachers, but so heart breaking to see the level of poverty many of these children face on a daily basis. I am blown away at the level of support for these schools though. People are investing in the future of these children. I hope to do the same.
As you pray today, remember the children, parents, teachers and others with whom we have worked. Also, remember our team as we experience and learn from everyone we meet.
-Caroline, Candler School of Theology ‘13
Somaly Mam Foundation and AFESIP
Monday, July 4, 2011
A new church being built
Methodist School of Siem Reap
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Marilyn's and Joseph's Dream
Sunday morning in Siem Reap
As we drove up to the Khmar Thmey Methodist Church just outside the city of Siem Reap, we were greeted by smiling children playing outside the church. This joyous spirit was present throughout the worship as well. I was particularly inspired by the music, which featured primarily Khmer melodies. The church is blessed by some members who are wonderful musicians, and several played native instruments. One young girl played her recorder especially beautifully. I cannot adequately describe the spirit of joy and hope which seemed to be present in the midst of extremely modest surroundings. Indeed by Western standards, the area is quite poor. After the service, Joseph Chan told us the history of the church. Around 1991, Cambodian citizens who were still in Thai refugee camps were returned to Cambodia. The UN bought pieces of land for resettlement. The church we visited was started on land the Methodist church purchased in 1994 in the middle of this resettlement area, which was the new home for 240 families.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Despair and Hope
Monday we saw the consequences of human cruelty at the Killing Fields. On Tuesday we witnessed the resilience of the human spirit and the healing power of love as we met girls and young women who are survivors of the sex trade. We had the privilege of a brief visit to one of the training centers run by AEFSIP for girls rescued from sexual slavery. AEFSIP is (a Cambodian group) started by Somaly Mam to rescue girls like herself, who had been sold into slavery. Girls who come to AEFSIP are not forcibly taken from the brothels. When they are discovered through police raids or found through the efforts of the Social Ministry, they are given a choice to enter a center and begin a new life. Not all leave. When girls arrive at the AEFSIP center they are often traumatized, having had no education, and few of the skills needed to manage their own lives. The center provides basic education (grades 1-4), life skills training, vocational training (sewing, cooking, hairdressing), medical care, and psychological counseling. It is truly an impressive and inspiring program. Looking into the warm brown eyes of the girls we met there, many in their early teens, some with young babies, it was hard to imagine the violence, and suffering they had endured. The cruelties visited upon them include captivity, constant physical and sexual abuse, exposure to disease, and other terrors I can barely imagine. For the most part, the scars were not physically visible, yet one could sense the residue of suffering hovering in the shadows. Yet, in the midst of this were incredibly resilient and strong young women with a will to live and a desire for a better life. Here were staff and volunteers giving of themselves, sharing their love, and helping these girls toward wholeness. Here were young women nurturing the seeds of hope, greeting us with shy smiles, and taking one step at at time toward healing.