Hi everybody!!
I’m sorry it’s been a couple weeks since you’ve heard from me. Truth is, I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about!
So today, I’ll tell you a little bit about what my Sunday has looked like here in Poipet Cambodia.
This morning my team and I woke up early, got ready for church and left the house for the day with one of our hosts, Zach. We went for a quick breakfast consisting of noodle soup (similar to pho) and hit the road to make it to church.
Half of us riding in the back of the truck and the other half in the cab, after a little bit of a drive we pulled up to church.
Four wooden poles and a tin roof with a tarp on the ground to sit on.
After walking around to gather some more kids from around the village, we began.
Most all of it I couldn’t understand because of the language, but watching the kids sing and bow their heads in prayer, I knew they were truly receiving something special from the Lord. He sure does love His children!
After getting some lunch, it was time for church round two. This time looking a little different than this morning.
We entered the slums of the city.
We walked right down the middle, greeting kids and parents alike. We came to a building that from the outside you would never know that it’s a place of worship to our King. But let me tell you… the Lord is lifted high in that place.
I’ve always heard that the “church” isn’t a place, it’s us, the body. Until the race I have never actually seen that concept play out with my own two eyes. Sometimes, church is on a tarp under a tin roof. Sometimes, it’s just in a open building wherever you find one. Sometimes, it’s a small space between two cinder-block walls. Sometimes it’s an an old bar on the side of the road. Wherever you are, BE THE CHURCH.
