It’s been nearly a week since we crossed from Mae Sot (Thailand) into Myanmar, boarded a 10 hour night bus, and landed in Yangon in the wee morning hours. Knowing that the boarders to this mysterious land had only been opened to tourists and travelers a few short years ago – I was curious about what we’d find.
As we explored the alleys and road-ways lined with produce vendors, red-tobacco splatter, pigeons, cars, and concrete buildings – it quickly became apparent that this place was home to a strong and resilient people.
Our friends here introduced us to an underground community of believers who are bursting with dreams and strategies for rebuilding and releasing this gorgeous country into the fullness of what it was created for. The glimmer in their eyes and the laughter on their lips told me that God is alive and well here. He has woven Himself into the land and the people. And whether Myanmar’s residents know it – they are hearing the call of the One who relentlessly loves them. So many of the people we pass by on the streets eagerly responded to the exchange of a simple smile or “hello,” and even happily allowed us to pray for them.
They are seeing Jesus in us.
Father-God is building something here that will endure. A place where every orphan can become a son or daughter. There are approximately 70 orphanages within this country, which only begins to reveal the number of people needing fathers and mothers in their lives here.
God is building a house that will endure…
…because every house apart from His house does not hold the power to last.
“Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the guards stand watch in vain.” (Psalm 127:1)
It is obvious that God has had his eye on this city for a long time (and on this country). Nothing has missed His gaze. And HE is raising up a community of indigenous fathers and mothers to build what no one else can except through Him.
