Ruby blood that sprinkles the towns
and plains
Of Kampuchea, our homeland,
Splendid blood of workers and
peasants,
Splendid blood of revolutionary men
and women soldiers.

Live, live, new Kampuchea,
Democratic and prosperous.
We resolutely lift high
The red flag of the revolution.
We build our homeland,
We cause her to progress in great
leaps
In order to render her more glorious
and more marvelous than ever.
~ Phleng Cheate, Khmer Rouge’s
national anthem

After a civil war victory over Lon
Nol’s government in April 1975, Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge took the
capital of Phnom Penh and forced everyone out of all the cities in
Cambodia. Armed with communism’s ideals of fairness and equality,
the Khmer Rouge sought to create an agrarian society without
education or Western thinking influences. They killed anyone
associated with Lon Nol’s government or military, educated people,
teachers, doctors, corrupted by western thinking. In addition, they
killed religious people including Buddhist monks and 90% of
Christians. In years prior, the major political leaders of Pol Pot’s
Khmer Rouge studied in France and discovered communism. While the
practice of Chinese communism appealed to the Khmer Rouge, it seemed
insufficient to Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge, who wanted to take
communism even further. On January 7, 1979, Vietnamese troops took
control of Phnom Penh and the government. By the end of the Khmer
Rouge rule, as many as two million people died, 1/3 of Cambodia’s
population.
 
Cambodian schools do not teach the
holocaust and genocide of the Khmer Rouge. The older generation
rarely speaks of the horrors they’ve experienced in the killing
fields. Still mass graves throughout Cambodia’s killing fields,
undetonated landmines dotting the countryside, and S21 remain a
memorial to the devastation of the Khmer Rouge. Only thirty years
later, Cambodia tries to forget its embarrassing past while films
like the Killing Fields and books like Children of the
River
do not let us forget the inhumanity of genocide and remind
us of the preciousness of life.
 
Psychology tells us that healing from
traumatic experiences requires an integration of emotions, thoughts
and memories, through retelling the stories and making meaning of
those stories. While this is an important step in healing it is
insufficient. As I’ve recently experienced in my own life, healing,
true healing, comes not only from a psychological integration, but
even more from a complete surrender and release of past
disappointments, frustrations, tragedies, sorrow, grief, and pain to
the one who treasures my every tear and hears my silent cries.
Despite my circumstances and my earthly experiences, I stand arms
wide and heart abandoned in worship to God for His unchanging
character and unfailing love. Healing says God is good even when I
don’t understand and don’t like what is happening around me. Healing
sings I love you, Lord for
the first time in fourteen years. Healing forgives and hopes for
renewal. Healing says not in my timing but Yours, not my wisdom but
Yours. Healing claims the promises of God even when I don’t feel
like it.

God did not intend for earth to be
ridden with corruption, pain, disease, death, and fear. No, God
despises these things. Earth is only a temporary place for imperfect
people, flawed by sinful and deviant thoughts, desires, and
intentions. I look forward to the day when I will be completely
healed – when God’s glory will radiate upon me, when there will be
no more sorrow, no more pain, when things of this earth will fade in
comparison to the overwhelming love of God and the joy I experience
in His presence.
 
Come to the water you who thirst
And you will thirst no more.
Come to the Father you who work
And you will work no more.
 
All you who labor in vain,
And to the broken and shamed.
 
Love is Here, Love is now.
Love is pouring from His hands from
His brow.
Love is near. It satisfies.
Streams of mercy flowing from His
side.
‘Cause love is here.
 
Come to the treasure you who search
And you will search no more.
Come to the lover you who want
And you will want no more.

And to the bruised and fallen,
Captives bound and broken-hearted,
He is the Lord. He is the Lord.
By His stripes He’s paid our ransom,
By His wounds we drink salvation,
He is the Lord. He is the Lord.
 
~Love is Here, my anthem