So thankful

In March, I posted about going to Samrach's new house with some people from church to help him and his siblings paint the house.  We went back a couple weeks ago to do the next coat (the first time was just primer), and he and his sister Sakhey just e-mailed this to all of us.  

Dear all,

we just let all of you know, we so thankful God through all of you, that helped  us to have a beautiful new house and painted the wall with beautiful color.

.now we can protect the raining,

.no mouse run around inside our house anymore and mouse can not bite us again while we is sleeping,

.it is enough space for sleeping,

.it is no flood to come up on the floor.

. it protect from the big wind.

................................

we don't know how can we share about our heart ,and how much can we tell about our feeling to you  that we are really exciting with the great miracle, great mercy,great love ,great blessing  from God to have a new house through all of you.

 Shalom,

 Samrach & Sakhey.

This e-mail made me grin.  Their English is cute. (Not to mention a million times better than my written Khmer.)  Their statements are heartwarming.  And it was a happy reminder of a happy time spent with them and their family.

But once I got over all my condescension, I felt convicted.  Grammar notwithstanding, their infectious joy is unmistakable.  So many families near my house and school can't say any of these things about their houses.  In a storm last week, many homes near school had roofs or even walls blown off, and were majorly flooded.  At my house, I've never worried about being awakened by bites from the friendly kitchen shrews and scampering attic rats. Strong walls protect us from the elements.  I have a spacious room to myself and even a bathtub, for crying out loud. I overlook the blessings they describe and so many more. 

So today I want to take time to share in their delight in this "great blessing from God:" a home.  Lord, let me thank you as passionately as Somrach and Sakhey for daily evidence of Your great miracles, mercy, and love in my life.

Fernweh

My 9th graders are working on Multi-Genre projects, where they address one topic (soccer, the future, rebellion, sleep) through many genres of communication. One person might have a collage, a short story, a persuasive essay, and a movie review, for example, all related to one central topic.

This Cambodian student's poem is part of her project on Fernweh (German, literally "farsickness"), the opposite of Heimweh ("homesickness"). Fernweh is similar to Wanderlust: the longing to venture to distant places, the ache for the faraway.  

I love how her poem drops me into another world and another heart. She wrote it completely independently, with no input from me. This class has some incredible writers!

You don't know where the feeling comes from,

or when it actually begins to stir in the pits

of your stomach and eventually overtakes your body

and your previous thoughts. It makes you numb with

emotions, but somehow you know precisely

what you were doing before it happened.

Time is slow; so slow, that you swear you can feel

the plates of the earth shifting, and hear the blood rushing

through your veins, and you're sure you've memorized every

chip and crook and cranny on the "antique" table you're

sitting at. You stare out the window, and the lazy

evening sunlight beams down on you, and you can

feel the rays growing weaker, and you suddenly realize that

the way the city lights begin to blink on, one by one, are like an

animal's eyes in the dusk, and the bustle of the city is quieter

than you would've wanted it to be, and suddenly you don't

quite know how to feel.

You know that you feel, quite suddenly, that this

apartment room is suddenly smaller than before, and the walls

are seemingly pressing in on you. Suddenly, you long

to be away from this small town, with the all too familiar faces

and the same bakery shop that has been there for

longer than your mom has been alive, and the supermarket that

everyone seems to go to, because there's nowhere

else to go - and you want to be on the other side of the world,

walking the streets that have been worn down with the feet

of millions of pedestrians that have scurried past

every day. You want to be where the city never sleeps,

sitting in a hushed room and listening to a cellist play; and thriving

in a sea of anonymity, falling in love with the glorious sights

and the wafting smells from a Mexican restaurant.

You long for a place you've never been to, a place

where you've only seen on a few postcards, and in your

own imagination. It is a kind of longing that strangely keeps

you going, that motivates you to finish school and continue

with your fine-just-fine life, until you will finally be able to

break free from this routine.

Suorsdey chnam thmey!

That’s Khmer for “Happy Khmer New Year!”

A neighbor's New Year's offerings, a few years back

Today’s the first of three days in this mid-April holiday, when farmers celebrate the end of harvest and the imminent arrival of rainy season.  (This year, the rains have started early – it’s pouring outside as I write.)  Phnom Penh is a ghost town this week, since most people have gone back to their home villages to celebrate with relatives.  I'm savoring the hush and the wide-open streets.  For some people, like my friend Srey Pos, this is the only time all year that they’ll return.  Everybody wants to buy a new set of clothing to show off in their village.  They enjoy traditional games, songs, and foods.  Most people also participate in religious ceremonies honoring Buddha, ancestors, and other spirits.

At the hotel my parents and I visited last year in Siem Reap

I found this fantastic New Year 2013 song on YouTube. In it, you can observe typical elements of Khmer life and culture, such as…

This style of music – the sound is typical of songs played at weddings, in karaoke videos, and other sources of popular entertainment.

Melodramatic slapstick humor.

Wooden houses on stilts: this is true of almost every house in rural areas, while in the city most homes are made of concrete, but even my next-door neighbor and several families near Logos have houses like this.  The blue trim around the windows and door is also typical.

Guys sitting around drinking beer.

The low bamboo structure that the guys are sitting on.  People use those to prepare and eat food, hang out with visitors, and often sleep on.  They're often located under the houses.

The krama, a checkered scarf worn around people’s heads.  (It's quite versatile: hat, bandana, scarf, man skirt, bag...I've even seen one suspending a baby between bicycle handlebars.)

Fruit and incense being offered to ancestors and other spirits.  (This happens all the time, but especially during the New Year.)

Traditional long skirts, made from colorful sarong material.

Dancing that consists mostly of simple steps (in a circle or in place) while twisting your wrists around.  Note the lack of physical contact.

Guys flirting with girls who reject their advances, or at least pretend to.  

Livestock wandering around...though I don't tend to see pigs where I am, only cows and chickens.

I'm probably missing more...what else stands out to you?

Obviously the song and the holiday celebrate tradition, and some people in the capitol are more cosmopolitan and "modern."  But most of the video is still quite normal in everyday Cambodian life, including for the average Phnom Penh resident.   (With the possible exception of throwing sticks at livestock.)  Despite the ubiquity of TV, electric guitars, and cell phones, most aspects of Cambodian culture have remained constant over several hundred years.  

Playtime

My ears perked up when I heard “barang” – white person.  My 8-year-old neighbor with curly locks was talking about me to my landlord’s niece.  “I want her to play too!” 

I shot a look at my landlord’s niece, then asked the little girl, “Play what?”  Not that I expected to understand the answer.  Even if I recognized the title – and I didn’t – I’d already been  watching my landlord’s niece scream and run around while little neighbor kids threw baby powder at her.  Was this a real game or just their own invention?  Was there a way to win and stop being chased?  How long would it continue?  Why tonight of all nights, when I was exhausted and the humidity was near 100%?  All I wanted was to go inside, shower off, and unwind with a book.

Then suddenly, I took off running.

Every evening lately, as I’ve turned onto my street coming home from school, I’ve asked myself, “Do I feel like talking?”  Srey Pos has been living with us for over a year now, in my landlord’s house that adjoins ours.  She’s their 17-year-old niece and the one who opens the gate each evening for me, eager to talk after sitting with the guard dog in front of our house all day.  Her job is to keep people from breaking in, and presumably to clean and cook a bit for the landlord’s family.  But since the landlord and his wife have been staying out till 8:30 or 9 PM for an English course, Srey Pos has all kinds of time between my return (5:30 or 6) and theirs.  Sometimes I come home with a lot to do, or just can’t think of anything to say to her.  And some nights, to be perfectly honest, I’m just not willing to spend energy making conversation.  But I try to reserve a few minutes to linger and chat more often than not.

In a sense, having her around is perfect for me.  I love practicing Khmer but don’t get to use it that much at school, and she’s eager to decipher all my mangled sentences.  The trouble is, while she’s good at understanding me, I often don’t understand her responses.  I’ve heard that her province has a pretty thick accent, but some of the variations in her speech almost sound like speech impediments to me: ex. changing “r” to “h.”  When her grandma visited, I noticed that the grandmother was easier to understand.  Given my limited Khmer proficiency and the great number of Khmer vowels that only vary slightly, I need some context to figure out that “chwa” means “swy” (mango) or “bhua” means “braw” (boy).  Plus, she doesn’t really rephrase, slow down, or use gestures: if I tell her I’m confused, she just repeats the same thing at the same speed.  My comprehension has improved as I’ve figured out a couple of sound shift patterns and key words, but it’s still tough going.

Regardless of how much I understand, I’m glad to get to know her more.  It’s great for me to build a relationship with someone who’s not fluent in English or comfortable in Western culture, like my other Khmer friends.  And I feel for her – it has to be so lonely living here by herself.  She’s not close with the landlords, and worries about getting in trouble with them for various reasons.  They may be relatives, but it’s not a warm, fuzzy relationship.  For those reasons, my Filipina roommate Ethel and I have been reaching out to her – Ethel probably a lot more often than me, even though Ethel is new this year and knows about 4 words in Khmer.  Ethel uses a hilarious combination of gestures, dramatically intoned English phrases, and those four Khmer words to communicate better than I’d expect, with questions as complex as “Are your aunt and uncle sleeping here tonight?” 

Srey Pos keeps saying she wants to learn English, which I’ve never tried to teach her, but Ethel’s taken her up on it.  I hear them outside sometimes: “Girl…boy…ABC…”  Personally I think she needs to start back at the basics.  She still can’t remember “What’s your name,” which nearly every kid in Phnom Penh has down pat by age 6.  Besides "hello" and "OK," I think “bowl” is the only word she’s really mastered.  (I found out tonight that she now calls Ethel "Bong Bowl" - "Bong" shows respect and means "older sister.")

She's always eager to spend time with us.  She once asked if she could come over and help me finish my Christmas cookies.  Though she didn’t care for the taste of peanut butter and chocolate, she was a huge help at mixing and forming the cookies.  She always comes over to ask for help with her broken phone charger or her cell phone stuck on a weird setting from pushing one too many buttons.  She also asks us often to borrow our phones so she can call her village, since she’s always running out of credit.  (Like many Cambodians, she probably buys it $1 at a time, which expires after a week.)  For a while, Srey Pos was often jumping rope with her 9-year-old cousin, and had a blast whenever we jumped in for a while. 

Ethel and I occasionally go for evening walks, and that’s Srey Pos’s new favorite.  She goes on Ethel’s bike up and down the street, circling around us while we walk.  Once when I went with just her, she actually walked alongside me, headphones blasting Khmer love songs from her cell phone.  Friday night when I got home from dinner with a friend, she asked if we could go on another walk.  I reluctantly agreed, knowing how tired I was and how sweat had drenched my shirt at least 3 times that day, once during each brief bike ride.  I figured a walk could be peaceful and I knew she'd appreciate it.

But the minute we got outside, little neighbor kids were swarming us, trying to throw baby powder at her.  She told me she’d already changed outfits three times from all the baby powder thrown earlier in the day.  They zipped around us on bicycles, with the kid in front driving and the one on the back tossing clouds of fragrant white dust toward her.  Srey Pos alternately shrieked, ran away, and grabbed me as her human shield.  They were afraid to get it on me, but she got pretty well-covered.

After we progressed about a block during 10 minutes of these shenanigans, she turned around and took me back to the house, and the little kids desisted.  But when we got back to the gate, she started talking with the one little girl, who asked if I could play.  Play what?  I am so not in the mood for this.  I had already felt relieved to be done with our “walk” – it had been a long week and a long day.  I was about to say no and head to the front door, when a voice inside me said, Oh well, why not?

The little girl with one of the biker boys.  I wish I knew their names, but I can never remember - their building has a lot of kids.

I turned and sprinted toward the bike with two boys on it, making them giggle and shriek.  What was I supposed to do?  Run away, but let them catch me every now and then?  I supposed I could handle that for a few minutes.  So I ran and shrieked till the baby powder ran out and the kids went home.

Running hard and laughing hard felt really good.  It reminded me of other exuberant nights with friends in youth group, my campers, my younger siblings.  Yeah, my shirt got soaked through yet again.  No, I didn’t have time to read once I’d showered – I just collapsed into bed.  No, I didn’t mind getting home too late to join in their antics the next night. 

But I almost missed out on a magic moment, and I’m so glad I didn’t.

A not-so-lovely paint job for an oh-so-lovely family

I've heard about Prek Pneu for a while.  It's a fishing village on the outskirts of Phnom Penh where my friend Leanne runs a catch-up school for the 50% of kids who haven't been attending school and are thus behind their grade level.  I've learned a lot about the challenges it faces: water contamination, unmet medical needs, rampant child trafficking.  I've seen photos on my organization's (Asian Hope) website, teachers from her school have joined my after-school English classes, and I've even blogged about some of Leanne's stories.  But my first visit last weekend wasn't through Leanne or her school...it was through my church.

For several weeks, people at my tiny house church had been giving us prayer updates about a home being built for some of their co-workers at Mercy Medical Center, a free hospital for needy Cambodians.  Somrak and his sister have done amazing work during their several years at MMC, counseling, encouraging, and sharing the Gospel with patients.  But since they're orphans, their salary at the hospital was barely enough to provide for their six younger siblings, and Somrak's work as a pastor in his village doesn't really help.  They've all been living in a rickety wooden home in Prek Pneu where the roof leaks and the house floods with the first raindrop.  So people at my church were excited to report that they'd been selected by Habitat for Humanity for renovations, giving them a sturdy concrete home.  Somrak and his siblings, ranging from early 30s to older teens, paid for part of the renovations and did a fair bit of the labor.

Habitat doesn't include painting, but someone donated money for paint.  So our church went out last Saturday to help this family put primer on their new house.  Of course, since this is Cambodia, it turned into a party: on top of their family and 17 of us foreigners, the house was brimming with cousins, friends, and curious neighbor kids.  (Curious neighbor adults were a bit more discreet; they chatted with us outside and/or walked by frequently.)  Everyone seemed delighted to welcome us.  I met too many to remember, but a few stand out: a sweet 10-year-old girl named Lakhina, and a teenage boy with a harelip who I later heard was completely ostracized until this family showed him compassion and acceptance.  He is now a Christian and has learned pretty decent English.  He and a few others gave me a quick tour of the village, showing me the beauty of the river and proudly pointing out their homes to me.  He and the others spoke with warmth and confidence.

Compared with some service trips I've been on, this one didn't feel so much like a "hit-and-run" of outsiders descending upon an unsuspecting community.  Most of the foreigners who went with me work for Mercy Medical Center, which means that they speak pretty decent Khmer and have a deep respect and appreciation for the two oldest siblings.  Many of them had attended one sister's wedding the week before, and several had visited the family at home before.  The rest of us who work for Asian Hope likewise had some common ground.  One of the guys painting for us is a guard for the school there;  many of the kids attend it; and the siblings all know Leanne, as well as the teachers attending my English classes.  Angie Ketchum will be researching health concerns in Prek Pneu next year as part of her master's program in nursing, so she was excited to meet some people who might soon be able to help her.

The outside walls were often slow going, since their house is sandwiched between several others.  So accessing the walls involved being sandwiched inside a chain-link fence, clambering onto on a shaky tin roof, or climbing a ladder in a neighbor's courtyard. To reach the second story, we taped the paint rollers onto bamboo poles.  So for almost two hours, my job was to refill one guy's paint roller since he couldn't reach the paint tray from his ladder.  I flipped the pole around between the ladder and clothes rack on the paint roller side, and between the neighbor's staircase and chain-link fence on the top end of the pole.  My job also included directing someone how to paint the trim above the window, since he was sticking his arm out the window to paint blindly.  It was pretty funny.

Even given those constraints, our work wasn't exactly efficient.  We ran out of paint and had to send someone on an hour-long errand to get more, giving us time for a leisurely lunch of fried rice and pork with the siblings.  The Ketchums brought all four of their girls along: the older two were quite helpful, but of course the younger ones (ages 7 and 3) couldn't contribute much to painting.  Still, they were a great connection point for Angie and the neighbors, who couldn't get enough of little Megann's blonde locks and shy smile.  Addie was super-excited to meet a girl who had the exact same bike as her, plus an amazing hot pink basket on the front.  Could we have finished faster and with fewer people under the right conditions?  Sure, but taking six hours with the whole gang meant more joking, more encouragement, and more connections with people who had a knack for making us feel like treasured friends.

Somrak was so animated in thanking us.  He kept saying, "We never knew how to paint...none of us...but now that you showed us, we can show others!"  That surprised me - it never occurred to me that they wouldn't be as competent as we were at painting (if not much more).  He added with a grin, "And it doesn't even have to look perfect."  That was certainly true: we splattered paint on everything from shutters to tiles to nearby bicycles, not to mention ourselves.  I just took that as a given; Khmer don't usually pay much attention to details like paint spatters, or even varying shades of paint.  Hopefully he didn't mind either!

At the end, we all gathered downstairs to pray over the house.  Voices mingled in Khmer and English to ask that their home would continue to be a source of great blessing and hope to the community.  This family's lives speak powerfully to their neighbors of a God who cares for the downtrodden, who loves the overlooked.  It was an honor to connect with people who have overcome so much hardship and who can speak with such confidence about the goodness of God.  We may have passed on a few painting tips, but there's a lot I'd like to learn from them.

Two thousand reasons

"For all your goodness I will keep on singing,
Ten thousand reasons for my heart to find." - Matt Redman

Almost exactly two years ago, on March 11, 2011, I started a list.  My list was inspired by the concept in Ann Voskamp's book One Thousand Gifts, which I wouldn't read until the following December.  (In this post, I discussed a passage from it that really challenged my habits.)   It tells her story of moving from heartache to joy through chronicling a list of one thousand blessings in her life.  There's a lot more to the book, and it's influenced my life more than anything else I've read in the last few years, but just the idea was enough to get me going.  

Tonight, I reached two thousand.  My "gratitude journal" overwhelms my heart - a tangible record of reasons to smile, reasons I love Cambodia and Pennsylvania, the people around me, what I get to do, my life.  Sometimes I picked up my pen convinced I had nothing to add for that day, then slowly recalled example after example of moments that had made me giggle or perk up or appreciate someone.  Like Voskamp, my joy in the day-to-day has increased as I've practiced writing it down.  It's what I've wanted to do all along, what I've had in my blog heading for over five years: learning to notice the (extra)ordinary.

In celebration of two thousand reasons to praise the Giver of all good things, I present to you, not all two thousand, but twenty to represent them.  I'll include all the 100's.

100. Being humbled from my self-centeredness to realize how faithfully other Logos teachers are serving God.
200. Homesickness quickly dissipating once I arrived back in Phnom Penh from the US.
300. Running into my favorite street vendor, whom I hadn't seen in over a year.  Her personality is as sweet as her snacks!
400. Teaching a very energetic and opinionated 5-year-old by herself in Sunday School.
500. Laughing really hard during a spontaneous birthday dinner for a friend, ignoring the piles of work and the fact that final exams started the next morning.
600. Two lunch table crowds merging, breaking down high school cliques, at least for the day.
700. A student's hilarious Khmenglish (Khmer-English) accent imitation.  "Ho-nay?  You wanna buy some wat-ta?  Cheap pri' fo' you!  It so hot to-DAY!"
800. Shorts with my name on them - I stumbled across the type of athletic shorts I'd been hoping to buy, and they even had the Chelsea soccer team name and logo
900. A very productive day in the middle of a relaxing break.
1000. Psalm 20 saying all I wanted to say to some dear friends who were leaving Cambodia due to difficult circumstances.  "Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God."
1100. The awesome relationships my parents have formed in their community through hosting an Austrian exchange student for a year.
1200. A meeting at my church that moved from hostile accusations about a tough situation to mutual sorrow over all that had gone on.
1300. French and German movies on my flight back to Cambodia.
1400. A student who recognizes the hold that worrying has on her life, and who wants to join the battle against it.
1500. My sister Julia made several significant sacrifices to be with me by visiting Cambodia and by scheduling her wedding around me.
1600. During free time on a service trip, a bunch of students spontaneously gathered to sign worship songs.
1700. The sweet, intelligent, 11-year-old language lover I met at a relocation village.  (Her slum was demolished and the government moved her community to the edge of the city.)
1800. The hotel where my relatives stayed during Julia's wedding let my family eat their excellent buffet breakfast for free.  Cooper merriment ensued.
1900. Jumping rope with the landlord's 9-year-old daughter and 16-year-old niece.  The rope was homemade, composed of hundreds of rubber bands linked together.
2000. A student's emotional intelligence and heart for her classmates, expecially those who are often left out.

To be continued...one gift at a time.

Bible Camp 2013

This year's Bible/Adventure Camp was fantastic!  Grades 9 and 10 spent a whole school week at a camp near the Thai border, participating in low and high ropes activities and teacher-led devotion sessions.  (The older students go to a different camp for a week of service activities - thankfully this year they had more fun and it felt less like a "labor camp" than last year.)  This year's theme was "Freedom Generation," referring to the freedom that Christ gives us.  

Like last time I went (back in 2010), it was quite fun and a great chance to bond with students.  (See the photo montage for evidence.)  But what made it even better was the spiritual intensity: we didn't just laugh hard, we sang hard, cried hard, and prayed hard.  

Students in my small group were really honest and sincere in discussions, eager to overcome differences and past grievances to unite together in God's love.  One says he talked with God for the first time in years.  He said it like he couldn't believe it had happened, like he was shaken by how powerful the experience was.  I'm praying that we'll keeping growing in these great ways now that we're back!

Here are some student quotations about the spiritual side of their experience:

“[Before camp] I was pumped up and ready to be with friends.  I was most excited for jumping off trees, and for new challenges.  Then devotions came around, and I enjoyed it.  As the week went on, I was able to focus more on God.  Through the activities we were doing, I was able to see how God works.  There were some days that I was looking forward more to devotions than the activities.  This was probably the most exciting thing about the camp was getting to know God more.”

“I got to know the people in my group because of all the time we spent together.  It was uncomfortable at first, but after a bit of fooling around, I was able to be friends with them…After meeting all the people in my group, I learned that my impressions were wrong.  After spending time in small group, I saw that they had similar problems just like me.  It’s comforting to know that I’m not alone and that I’m not the only one struggling.”

“My first two days of camp weren’t that great, actually...  On Tuesday evening I took a walk in the forest, just exploring the trails and submerging myself in the beauty of God’s creations.  I was thinking about how I felt [left out] with my group, and miraculously, I felt this calm settle over me, and it was as if God Himself were holding me, telling me that He is there in the midst of my loneliness, and He will always be there by my side.  Everything went uphill after that.  I learned of God’s faithfulness, and my favorite time, hands down, was worship.  Camp was only five days, but it gave me a wilder passion to worship and pray.  It also has already been impacting me.  I feel more sure of His love now, and I strive to love others.  In a way, it’s easier to love now.”

“I know myself better through Bible camp.  I know that I am a doubtful person, slow to believe things.  I really doubted God and the ropes.  I didn’t have much trust or confidence.  I had a fear that I was going to fall.  I learned that God always supports me even if I doubt him.  He is always near me when I need him.  I just need to notice him more.  I have to stop doubting him and put more trust in him.”

"Something that I learned about all of us as we came together was that even with all the diversity, we still have a common bond and passion: to love, to find unity, and to follow God.  And our common motives are what brings us together in unity.  I think God has really opened my eyes through this experience.  It really helped me to be more open and to step out of my comfort zone and talk to people I’m not close to yet.  Bible camp also gave me the belief that I *can* do things that I set out for, and I can achieve the goals I have.  The experience was amazing, and I’m really thankful for it.”