I'm sitting on the floor of my bedroom in the middle of Boray, Cambodia. Boray is referenced as nothing more than a bus stop. While it is a small rural place far from anything begging to be bought, it is still alive and fertile with life.
I will say one of the most comical things about being here is that you are an attraction. I don't mean people are drawn to you and can't wait to meet you, I mean people literally stop what they are doing for the rest of the day to mass herd around you and stare at you.
I love their curiousity. It beckons to know more about what is in front of them. Each standing there, young and old, trying to figure out why we would want to come and wash their hair free of lice or give them medicine to kill the worms in their bellies. Why we would want to come and teach them English, proper hygeiene or repaint their playground so that they have something fun to play on again or their bathrooms so that it's nice. [Nothing like a freshly painted door to class up a squatty potty!] Why we would want to come and reconstruct the house of two widows so that they can have a new roof and siding and not have to worry about leaks since half of their year is flood season.
So many why's and only one answer for it all.
To bring the kingdom.
Language barriers didn't matter. Skin didn't matter. Economic status didn't matter. Who we worship didn't matter.
Clean hair mattered. Healthy bodies mattered. Eduaction mattered. Freedom to play mattered. A new home mattered.
Each of us, while foreign to one another, experienced Love. Our needs were met, both as the servants and the served.
