When we arrived at our village we emerged into a network of huts that were tucked in the shadow of an ominous mountain. This was another Karen village although I don’t know the name of it. We walked through a dried up rice paddy field and came upon 100 children participating in a Christian youth camp. I stood there for a moment and though surely not, not here but I was wrong. We were met with a warm welcome and where asked to get on stage and worship, which we did without hesitation. We got to meet several pastors from Thailand and Burma who were participating in this camp that is held ever year.
We ate lunch with the group, which was challenging for some since we could see they were washing the dishes in the river with no soap or bleach. Typhoid is very common in this area so it left me thankful for making the decision to get that vaccination. After lunch we played games with the kids and had a great time. God continues to show up and show me the unthinkable. I am starting think there is a real movement taking place right here right now in this time. It seems that a lot of the planting and sowing that has taken place in these countries by missionaries past is ready to be harvested. Some say God is dying that as we become more intellectually astute that less people are following God but I can tell you that what I am seeing says otherwise.
