Over the next ten days I’m going to write more about our time in Myanmar, glimpse by glimpse, blog by blog. I’ll be blurring faces to help protect the identities of some of our friends there. Here’s a moment we experienced.
 

In a wooden shack on woven mats the body of Christ rises to its knees and cries out in prayer. Fervency and desperation mark their cries as they clasp their hands in front of their chests, or hold them open to God, asking Him to bring His KINGDOM to their country. To Myanmar.

 
 
 
The bare light bulb overhead is a magnet for insects of many kinds that infiltrate the airspace of the small wooden house on stilts. But the people pay no mind to the crickets jumping on their backs or the mosquitos drifting in the sultry November air. Their sole focus is to gather as the church, pray, worship and be taught more about the Kingdom.

Their pastor and his wife aren’t natives of this southern city of Myanmar. They’re transplanted northerners who only came south after months of fighting God’s command for them to do so. “There’s hardly electricity” or “It’s so hot” or “Their culture is so different” were their excuses at first. But they decided to be obedient to God, and they became missionaries to the southern part of their country.

Since Cyclone Nargis hit the area in May 2008, devastating villages all around and killing about 130,000 people, the church has grown with 70 new people giving their lives to Christ. Formerly, most of the church members had been Buddhist. But they’ve found hope in Jesus that they never found in Buddha.

As they meet in a wooden shack and pray on woven straw mats, they’re defying their government, which endorses Buddhism. Each individual is allowed to make his or her choice of faith, but only 12 legally endorsed churches in the country are allowed to exist. All others–all house churches–are breaking the law. By moving south as missionaries, the pastor and his wife are breaking the law. By using their home as a church, they’re breaking the law. By building a bigger building next door to use instead, they’re breaking the law.

 
 
 
But they do it anyways. They operate on faith that the Lord will protect them from their own government. And then they pray for that government.
 


In a wooden shack, on woven straw mats, brave warriors fight in the spiritual realm for their country. They’re bringing the victorious Kingdom of GOD into their dark land. And someday they’ll see that Kingdom come to Myanmar.