Today started with a drive out to a Tibetan refugee camp. In a cramped bus, I put in my headphones and let the music fill my head. My expectations were that a refugee camp would either look like an Old Testament Jewish tribe or a prison. Clearly I do not have much experience in refugee camps. In actuality, the camp looked like a small village. Cement buildings, shops and restaurants. These people have lived here for several generations now so they’re very well established. Our goal in going amongst the Tibetan people was that we would pray over the multiple temples they constantly visit. The majority religion is Hindu. These temples are large, ornate and filled with offerings. I sat in the doorway and prayed over the future patrons of the temple. I prayed over the monks and their livelihoods. After that first temple, we took a hike up a hill to a view that overlooks the entire camp. Sitting atop this hill is a small cement building resembling a mausoleum. An altar to the king of Hell. Painted at the top of the doorframe was an ugly red monster face. I can’t accurately describe what it felt like to see “the king of Hell” seated in the highest position. To see this ugly little red creature overlooking an entire camp of vulnerable people. To know that the enemy has a foothold in their way of life. This so called “king” has a throne here so that the people can pay tribute when necessary. They obviously don’t like him, but they tolerate him. They pay their dues because it’s all they believe they can do to fight against him. If only they knew the truth – somebody has already conquered him. His power was destroyed the moment death met it’s match on the cross. For those that surrender to Christ, that false king holds no authority. There wasn’t much that we could do other than sit on that mountaintop and worship the one true King. We shouted our praises to Jesus and rebuked the name of the enemy! We prayed over the children of Tibet, the monks in the temples, the families of refugees and for freedom. That the people of this Tibetan camp would know true freedom. As we walked down the hill I felt hopeful for their hearts. The manager of the guesthouse I live in is Tibetan and a dedicated evangelist! It isn’t impossible to shed truth and light in these dark places. We’ve seen God move before and I know we’ll see him move again.
Please pray for the people of Tibet.
Pray for those that escaped years ago.
Pray that this people group would come to know true freedom.
