Some more changes

We received some updated photos and news. 3 weeks of Vacation Bible School are on now and the school itself will be opened by the end of July.


Old view from the back

New view from the back

Old Kitchen

New Kitchen & Medical Supplies

The Shack

I am currently readiung this book. It is excellent. I do not want to give the story a way so you will have to read it for yourself. But I do want to quote a paragraph from page 59.

"With evening quickly approaching, an intense discussion began regarding the efficacy of immediate pursuit or holding off until daybreak. Regardless of their point of view, it seemed that everyone who spoke was deeply affected by the situation. Something in the heart of most human beings simply cannot abide pain inflicted on the innocent, especially children. Even broken men serving in the worst correctional facilities will often first take out their own rage on those who caused suffering to children. Even in such a world of relative morality, causing harm to a child is still considered ABSOLUTELY WRONG. Period!"

Well, I don't thing I could agree more. What say you? Keep up the great work everybody at ARC and Rahab's House. And I think my prayer today is for Gary and everyone at IJM. Bless you all.

How many sacraments are there?

Marty's Daily Diary #15

#1 - to transform communities so that injustice isn't acceptable any more
#2 - Sway Pak is a "cesspool." There is no other word that I can use right now. ... BUT the Kingdom of God is in-breaking in it.
#3 - But at the end of this very hard day 2 I am also full of HOPE.
#4 - help me to use these [God-given] opportunities
#5 - I had the holy privilege of painting that shower
#6 - Today I saw some of hevaen's angels
#7 - Perhaps today is the day I will look back on for the rest of my ministry as the day I sincerely prayed that I would never again pray the Lord's prayer from my memory but rather from my gut.
#8 - So what about Rahab's House? Could it be the yeast that is needed in Svay Pak?
#9 - I am not very fond of this place.
#10 - Is the work we are doing in Svay Pak so profound that the devil is trying everything to disrupt this work and frustrate us?
#11 - 2 worlds colliding - Two worlds where evil is manipulating and controlling, and the kingdom of God is freeing and life fulfilling.
#12 - What makes someone rob a child of their innocence for 'pleasure' in 'room 9?'
#13 - These stairs have led children up to a hell-hole of iniquity like nothing we can imagine in our darkest nightmares. But now I pray that these stairs will lead child after child after child up in to the new shining rooms where they will hear about Jesus.
#14 - Instead of asking "where is God?" I need to be asking "where are God's people?"

We arrived back from Cambodia on May 18th, 3 1/2 weeks ago. So much has happened since then. I am back to work, preaching, being interviewed, preparing stuff, meetings, lunches, conversation after conversation, and 1 game of golf. Life is back to "normal." Talk of Cambodia and our "trip" have, for all intense purposes, vanished. What did I expect, really?

But I am still trying to deal with those 2 weeks. I journaled everyday during it and my thoughts and the thoughts of the rest of the team still resound in my head. So many questions. So many emotions. So many challenges. How have I changed? Have I? How have the rest of us changed? Have we? Will this change my view of my future ministry? Has it?

When I get a chance to stop whatever I am doing my thoughts often go back to Rahab's House and I wonder what is happeneing right now in that place? I can still see some of the faces of the kids. I can still see the garbage heap. I can still see Sochea and Clay and the rest of the blessed people who are devoting their lives to God's work there. I yearn to know if the place is making a difference. I yearn to know what God's kingdom is looking like right now in that cesspool.

Things are not "resolved" for me but I know that is OK. I don't like loose ends. If I begin to watch a movie late at night then I'm in for a late night - I need to see the end. I would love to see the end to this story, to this place, to this part in the in-breaking kingdom. Wouldn't you?

But the more I think about it the more I realise that I saw something even greater. I have read our team's diary entries and I think most of us have asked if we really have made a difference? Physically we have - the photos prove it, but is that all? I have found a profound sense of peace that we witnessed the emergence of a "sacrament" in Svay Pak. As an "aspiring minister wanne be" as I have been called in the past by the "super-intendant" I believe that a sacrament, in simple terms, is an ourward visible sign of an inward invisible reality. The reality that I beleve and I know is occuring in Svay Pak, in particular through Rahab's House, is that God has moved in to Svay Pak and has setup His house, His business and He is working to do His will in that place. I saw God's removal van drive right in to the heart of evil and take up residence. I'm sure there is a song title in there ... "God is in the house!"

I will never forget Rahab's House. I will never forget Svay Pak. I will never forget those angels in ARC. (God bless you all!)

I have re-entered "normal" life. But it will never be normal again because I have seen God on the move and I want to see that happeneing everywhere I go. There are so many places that need God to move in and claim as His house.

I hope that God will use me, my family, my friends, my church family, and anyone else I meet to help Him move in to another house, wherever that may be.

God bless the continued sacramental work of Rahab's House.

All my love and prayers
Marty (a.k.a. Squirrel)

Second thoughts....(Kit)

I was pleased with the work we did. We all worked so hard, and Rahab’s House looked so terrific when we were done. Sure, there is still work we could not accomplish in our time frame, but we got those walls down, we obliterated the Pink Room, we connected with the kids in a meaningful way…it was so satisfying, so wonderful…or was it? I’ve been trying to convince myself since I came home that we had done something significant in Svay Pak, but this little voice kept eating away at me, reminding me of my own word: ‘speck’. Weren’t we just a bright, eager, outraged little grain of sand on a mighty shore of degradation and human trafficking and sexual abuse? We, the little niggling voice said, were insignificant, we will be washed over, we will be forgotten . Who were we kidding?

I didn’t mind our work being ‘small’ – as I said early on in this blog, I am well used to ‘Speck Work’. I just didn’t want it to be futile. And that is what that voice was saying.

Then last week I went to the regular monthly Elders’ Meeting. We have started each meeting for the past few months by studying a chapter from a popular Christian book, and we settled in for another session this evening. But Grant, trying to recover from Cambodia, prepare for a week in Ottawa, be with his family, minister to a congregation, etc, etc, had actually forgotten to read his chapter. So, we decided that just for this meeting, we would put the book aside, and turn to Scripture. Completely on impulse, Grant said, “Let’s turn to…um…Luke 9, the feeding of the 5000”. God forgive me, I felt a flash of disappointment – what was there to discuss in this well-known story? And then Grant started to read, while my little world quietly turned upside down on me.
Of course! We WERE just grains of sand, just little threads. But in the same way that a kid with 2 dead fish and a bit of bread could actually participate in - be a living part of! - our Lord feeding 5000 people, and have twelve baskets of leftovers….we also, in our own tiny way, were making our little stitches in a heavenly tapestry. Suddenly the work we did in Svay Pak took on a wonderful, fresh significance for me. It mattered after all. It mattered to the One who counts the most.

A Secret Oasis - Tim

Marty asked if I would put my little report about ARC from last Sunday (May 25th) on the BLOG. It essentially repeats my earlier blog about this encounter from in-country.

Imagine if you will a secret oasis behind enemy lines, a royal, shady compound behind high walls and security cameras. Secret because it contains the priceless living property of some very evil people who will stop at nothing to get it back. Even the neighbours think the place is just an orphanage. You walk past a swimming pool into a gazebo and sign a confidentiality agreement. The Cambodian male director, a great guy who by the end of your visit will humbly ask you to pray for him, leads you into two large adjacent 4 storey houses, almost like a hotel. An outbuilding serves as offices and staff quarters. You meet teachers and house mothers, see bright classrooms, computers, an infirmary visited by one of the country’s best doctors, breezy landings and spacious bedrooms with bunkbeds. Teenage girls sometimes appear or are furtive, sometimes in groups, sometimes alone. Some of them were rescued from Svay Pak in 2003, from the very brothel you are smashing up. You can’t believe your eyes that the little girls you’re seeing were on the market 5 years ago.

This is ARC, Agape Restoration Centre, or NewSong, same thing. 45 girls live here, rescued from rape factories and abandonment by parents. (you think, even the nazi SS loved their own children.) You know that there are 30,000 others still un-rescued somewhere in the country. You’re told it costs 10,000 American dollars to give each one the medical, psychological, educational, and spiritual aftercare required, and you get an inkling of the scope of damage done and the rocky road they’re on. In the mess hall you eat a wonderful Khmer lunch and Marty’s banners are handed out in a joyful and excited ceremony.

You sit quietly, watching, eyes front. An ARC teacher sits down and motions 3 of the girls to sit across the table from you. These are the ARC-angels. They speak with you in broken English about how they’re doing in school for what seems like a long time but isn’t, because you’re concentrating hard. Then, out of the blue, you’re hit with a sledgehammer. One of them asks, very softly, if you can be her daddy. Not her knight in shining armour to whisk her off to North America, just her ordinary, loving, kind, protective daddy. As you pick yourself up off the floor, dimly aware others on the team are standing with you, watching together this high drama, two things slowly dawn on you. First, the matchless, combat-grade courage it took for her to ask that question of you, who must look very like the hundreds of abusers she’s suffered from. Second, you’ve been granted the rarest, once-in-a-lifetime moment of privilege. You’ve seen, talked, and against all solemn instructions even enclosed their hands with yours. And because the girls once enslaved at Rahab’s House weekly go back to minister there, you’ve even been allowed to be partners with them in by far the best work you’ve ever done, with these godly young women, new creations, who have shared so deeply in the fellowship of Christ’s sufferings, and learnt about forgiveness and the power of God. And they don’t want you to leave.

You wonder who are you that you could be allowed anywhere near something so sacred. Then you remember the terrible, bottomline mercy and grace of first Corinthians 6 “you are not your own, you have been bought at a price.”

Preliminary Team Report

On Sunday May 25, 2008 the Field Team reported back to the church about the mission trip to Rahab's House. Each member chose one aspect or area of the trip which they wished to speak about. An audio recording of this is available from our church website http://fairviewchurch.ca/index.cfm?i=4385&mid=18&showid=6107

Re-entry - Grant

When the astronauts of the space program return to earth they call it re-entry. From Mercury to Gemini to Apollo to the Space Shuttle and International Space Station missions all astronauts go through re-entry. Re-entry from space involves all the necessary preparation and then the intentionality of “heading home.” The transition is from one world to another – from weightlessness to experiencing the full forces of gravity. As the space craft ploughs through the atmosphere and begins to slow down the astronauts experience increased G-forces – they experience extreme pressure. They are also cut off from communications because of the ionization occurring around the craft. Finally they land (or splashdown like in the old days) and they are back home – home to a world that is much as they left it but a world they see as very different from their experiences.

This has been my 5th re-entry from Cambodia and each one has been a different experience. As I reflected on my return home this time I was reminded of the astronaut re-entry process. The experience “away” is in many ways “other-worldly.” Cambodia is a very foreign culture to us. It is also a country that was dismantled to the point of the stone-age by the Khmer Rouge and in the last 30 years has clawed its way into the 21st century. Svay Pak is another world itself where children are a commodity to be bought and sold and used and abused at the sick whims of adults who see these children as objects to be used for their own obscene gratification.

I have returned to the world I left but I’ve been in another world. I’ve experienced the increased pressures in returning to the “regular world” while still holding this “other world” in my soul. Those increased pressures we often refer to as culture shock and reverse culture shock but it is more than just that because our experiences were not just of another culture but of a very real evil. The increased pressure – the increased G-force – has been difficult.

In re-entry astronauts also experience communication “blackout.” As much as they might want to communicate with Mission Control and as much as Mission Control wants to communicate with them, they cannot. Much of the Field Team has experienced “communication blackout.” Some times it is too difficult to express what we’ve experienced and some times we just haven’t processed it enough to be able to express it – some things we never will. It is also difficult for the Home Team who want to hear but who are also going through something of overload as they’ve carried on in the regular world and supported the Field Team and families throughout. But there others who only want to hear that we had a “nice” trip and close themselves off from the pain of what we would share.

I’ve been in another world and returned to the regular world. I am so thankful to be back with my family. My family has always been very high in my priorities. This time in Cambodia has only served to reinforce the importance of my family to me and my relationship with each of these people I love so much.

Of course return to the regular world also means dealing with all the regular world stuff – this is my place of struggle. After being immersed in a world where every move is done with intentionality and is therefore meaningful, returning to the regular world to find conflict over the insignificant, debate over trifling matters and valuable time spent on self-gratification…well let’s just say my patience is a little thin at the moment. I am not suggesting that only things like the child-sex-trade are important but this experience does have an impact on one’s priorities.

We are home but our lives are changed.

We are home but we cannot look at the regular world the ways we did just a few weeks ago.

Kelvin's post #11 "Re-entry"

We have been back in Canada now for over a week and have settled back into what we consider to be "normal life". I have been thinking a lot about that in the past few days and now realize that what we have is really not normal. We live in a place where our landscape is green and full, our roads are paved, we don't need razor wire fences and pad locks around our homes and property, we have proper garbage pickup and disposal,we can drink fresh water straight from the tap, when we flush our toilets (with fresh water!) the waste actually goes away to be treated and doesn't just run a few feet away to drain into a swamp behind the house. These are just a few of the things that I have always taken for "normal" having grow up with it all. We are extremely blessd living in Canada and I will never take it for granted again.

The way that most of the adults interact with their kids is also a lot different, I never saw any of them playing or showing any kind of affection to the kids . I was told by one of the locals that as babies the kids are considered cute but once a child is able to walk and talk the parents lose interest in them (Barb's little sunshine girl and her mom were an exception). Is this because they do not know how to interact with their kids? When the parents were kids themselves it would have been around 30 years ago and alot of them have probably had to grow up on their own because their parents would have been taken away or killed. I do not know this to be the fact but given the countries history it is probably a fairly good assumption.

Another thought that ran through my head was that this may be a way for parents to disconnect themselves from their kid's knowing that some day soon they would be selling their little bodies to the highest bidder. If these parents have any kind of heart it must hurt knowing the torture the kid's are having to endure. It would kill me to know something like this was happening to my kid's.

The one big question I have is how did a little one lane dirt road town like Svay Pak end up being one of the worlds capitals for child sex? As was said on Sunday there is no sign on the side of the highway saying "Svay Pak, turn left 200 meters ahead".

There are things that go on in this world I will never understand and this is one of them. I just hope that this little project that our team has been a part of will grow into something that will push out the evil that lurks in the alleys of Svay Pak.
May God bless the people that will be working out of Rahabs house and may this place become a blessing to the comunity, especially to the kids.

Kelvin

Our Early (EARLY) Morning Reflections in Cambodia (Kit)

As requested, here is the list of the Bible verses we read and were sustained by during our time in Cambodia. I deliberately chose familiar and much-loved verses/passages for these times. We followed with a time of prayer with a different team member 'closing' for us each day.

Isaiah 41:10
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand

Micah 6:8
He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.

Psalm 46:10
Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.

1 Corinthians 3:16
Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you?

Psalm 25: 4-5
Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.

1 Peter 5: 6-7
Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.

Proverbs 16:3
Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed.

Romans 12: 1a ( from The Message)
So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering.

Hebrews 12:1-2 (after briefly talking about the wonderful catalogue of ‘the faithful’ in Chapter 11. The picture is of a race, not a sprint, but an ‘in-it-for-the-long-haul’ run. And I just HAD to slip my beloved Hebrews 11-12 in somewhere!

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

Psalm 28:7
The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped.

Joshua 2: 1-13
Then Joshua son of Nun secretly sent two spies from Shittim. "Go, look over the land," he said, "especially Jericho." So they went and entered the house of a prostitute named Rahab and stayed there. 2 The king of Jericho was told, "Look! Some of the Israelites have come here tonight to spy out the land." 3 So the king of Jericho sent this message to Rahab: "Bring out the men who came to you and entered your house, because they have come to spy out the whole land." 4 But the woman had taken the two men and hidden them. She said, "Yes, the men came to me, but I did not know where they had come from. 5 At dusk, when it was time to close the city gate, the men left. I don't know which way they went. Go after them quickly. You may catch up with them." 6 (But she had taken them up to the roof and hidden them under the stalks of flax she had laid out on the roof.) 7 So the men set out in pursuit of the spies on the road that leads to the fords of the Jordan, and as soon as the pursuers had gone out, the gate was shut.
8 Before the spies lay down for the night, she went up on the roof 9 and said to them, "I know that the LORD has given this land to you and that a great fear of you has fallen on us, so that all who live in this country are melting in fear because of you. 10 We have heard how the LORD dried up the water of the Red Sea for you when you came out of Egypt, and what you did to Sihon and Og, the two kings of the Amorites east of the Jordan, whom you completely destroyed. 11 When we heard of it, our hearts melted and everyone's courage failed because of you, for the LORD your God is God in heaven above and on the earth below. 12 Now then, please swear to me by the LORD that you will show kindness to my family, because I have shown kindness to you. Give me a sure sign 13 that you will spare the lives of my father and mother, my brothers and sisters, and all who belong to them, and that you will save us from death."

1 Peter 3:14 (this was when Jeff was so ill and in hospital).
But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. Do not fear what [others] fear - do not be frightened. Take courage.

2 Peter 1:2-8
Grace and peace be yours in abundance through the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord.
3His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. 4Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature and escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires.
5For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; 6and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; 7and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love. 8For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Am I Missing Anything? by Barb

Well, there are a couple of answers to that question:

1. Traffic – do I miss the crazy zany traffic of Phnom Phen? Well …. The streets here seem very empty and there is no challenge when you come to a cross street – green means go and red is stop; driving here is very orderly and there is no room for a challenge - folk don’t like you crossing the yellow line or white ones for that matter. Yes, I do miss not having the thrill of a lifetime going to and from work each day!
2. Blogging? ……. Not sure, but don’t laugh you guys – I’ve decided to buy a laptop! No Kidding! For those of you who don’t understand this – I was the worst blogger of the 10!
3. My Roommate, Kit? Yes. For not knowing each other prior to this trip, we did okey! I miss our glass of coke at the end of the day and our chats; hearing you say “okey, I’m turning my ears off now”; your caring and concern for all of the guys, your sense of humor and your ability to take a couple of verses and produce the most eloquent sermon!
4. The "Guys"? Far more than I ever thought! So different, so diverse, so very hard working, yet so compassionate about the work they were doing. Yes, I really do miss them all.
5. Rahab’s House – do I miss the scraping and scraping, the Polysporin, the kids playing, watching Richard playing soccer or being a merry-go-round; do I miss the hugs and infectious smile of Sunshine and her family – yes, more than anything.
6. Morning Prayer and Evening Chats – yes, that brought us all together and kept us focused as a team and as individuals
7. Rice and noodles, noodles and rice – no …… not really
8. Meeting Clay, Christa, Helen (from Aim, IJM, Chab DaC) and everyone from ARC; seeing Marie Ens and Rescue and meeting all those that benefit from her place of rescue – it was such a privilege to meet and see firsthand the difference they are making to so many lives in Cambodia. They are living Jesus every day, all day, 24/7.
9. Those amazing coffees every morning? – oh yeah – many thank yous Clay They were totally amazing!
10. Do I miss my little Sunshine family – yes, absolutely – every day and many times a day I think of them
11. Would I do it all over again? Yes, in a heartbeat.

And now, back at home …… what happens from here? To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. The 2 weeks in SP were life changing and are extremely difficult to translate into words – there is so much in my heart and thoughts that words by themselves can’t explain. The sites, sounds, feelings of Cambodia pop into my life here in Vancouver at any time of the day or night and give a kind of “home-sick” feeling. Only the Lord knows for sure what lies ahead and I leave it all in His hands, knowing that His ways are perfect and He is in control.

Thank you to everyone at Fairview and to my family and friends for all of your support.
Thank you to all of the folk in Cambodia – Clay, Christa, Helen, Marie and the Cambodian workers that we had the privilege of meeting – you all touched my life in ways you can't imagine.
Richest blessings to each of you.
Ah-Koon.

Arms in the air. Toph

One of my most persistent memories is of the traffic in Phnom Penh, motos everywhere weaving in and out, each of them honking at every intersection, two to five people on each, helmets a rarity. In amongst them, every few days, there would be one with the passenger holding his arm in the air. Holding an IV bottle. Sometimes the bottle was wrapped in a black plastic bag, perhaps intending to offering protection from the sun, but in fact absorbing its heat, internalizing it. Welcome to outpatient care in Cambodia.

This is my image for the country: balanced precariously, dodging obstacles, sustained somehow despite reason, safety, and common sense. Business as usual, despite external circumstances, despite personal hardship.

Cambodia has endured so much in my lifetime—unprovoked American bombing, genocide, drug trafficking, sex trafficking, exploitative foreign investment… It’s a continual cycle, and the fact that the country persists at all is in many ways amazing. And behind it all is a culture that once created an empire that lasted five centuries, which built massive stone monuments with beautiful carvings that continue to stand, even though they were built without mortar, just stacked, liable to collapse at any moment. There’s another image of the country.

We’ve told lots of stories on this blog, but we haven’t told them all. Some are private, deep feelings that struggle to find words. Some are painful, with memories that clench our chests and make it hard to breathe until we choose to think about something else. Some are confidential, left unmentioned for issues of security. Some are sublimely ridiculous in their beauty, such as the SWAT-team efficiency of our stealth leapfrogging Presbyterians snapping photographs of pedophiles. Each of us have brought different perspectives to the stories we have told, and we have each been selective. In many of my posts, I have wanted to see hope in Svay Pak: but is this really saying something about the village, or does it just say something about me?

I know what stories I am omitting. I haven’t written about Room 8, and I’m not going to. It hurts, and it’ll be inadequate. So I always found something else to write about, and on the days I didn’t, well, I just didn’t post. But Room 8 stays with me, even though its walls have come down. I feel the hollowness inside me whenever I think of it, and I don’t feel better because it is gone. That story is just for me, I’m afraid.

Returning to life in Vancouver doesn’t involve forgetting, but it means we need to carve out a space for the thoughts we’ve had. “Did you have fun?” I am asked. “Was it a good trip?” Well, let’s see. I began to re-evaluate everything about my life and the world, and this process will likely continue. I’ve begun to realize more about human evil than I had ever allowed myself to think about before, and feel disgusted and ashamed, vicariously assuming responsibility for others. I hope to God that I emerge somehow a better person, truer to who I want to be. “Yes, fun. Very good, thanks.”

There are stories I am omitting.

The trip is over, but this isn’t an ending. Rahab’s house is beginning a new identity, and we will never know the details of what happens in the building. All we know is that we were able to make it a place that would better serve the rescued girls who offer community outreach there twice a week, better serve those who teach there, who offer medical help, who offer themselves, week after week, to improve Svay Pak. And we, who were there just briefly, who were balanced precariously, despite reason and common sense, are now holding our stories above our heads, wrapped in plastic, and letting them feed us, and give us life.

First Impressions of Svay Pak -- Toph

(This was my part of the Team's report back to the congregation, read this morning)

When we first turned off the highway, we entered another world. The turn was unmarked—no one comes to Svay Pak who doesn’t already know where it is. We rumbled along a dirt road and first saw the white façade of Rahab’s House. The folding metal gate, the building’s entrance, had been drawn, and the front room, clean and painted, felt receptive, with Clayton, our Aim4Asia contact, awaiting us. Inside were wooden desks, and coloured visions of Bible stories on the wall. For the first twenty-five feet, it looked fine, safe, healthy, with a wooden staircase leading to an upper floor; not like what I imagined a brothel to be at all.

I was wrong. Access to the remaining eighty feet of the building’s depth was along a thin corridor: two people would squeeze by one another if they passed. And off the corridor were the rooms. First, on each side, came the grey-white rooms, larger spaces where deals could be struck for the sale of children. And then came the pink rooms: numbered one through five along the right, and six through nine on the left. I can describe their size (about six-and-a-half-feet square, just large enough for a stained, wooden bench-bed) and the colour (a dusty pink), but neither of these describes the rooms. They were filthy; light fixtures dangling, dust and dirt everywhere, greasy cobwebs sticking to moist walls. And the graffiti, beside little flower stickers—scratches for help, with confusing messages proclaiming “I love you” over and over: Was this a script for the girls enslaved there? Or the words they had continually heard? Or a genuine cry for honest affection, from family, friends, or from God? We had no idea. Doors hung askew, wood was rotten. Behind them the cold emptiness of the cement kitchen, two fetid mosquito-infested wash-basins, and a squat pot gave way to the exit, which had been cemented over, to prevent any escape.
The weight of the evil on the place was viscous. And all this was in the dark, seen only by flashlight. We were sneezing from the dust, we were crying from the asphyxiating burden hanging over the place, and we were stumbling in the dark, both literally and metaphorically. And we weren’t alone.

Eee eee, we heard coming from the cold concrete darkness, eee eee. A few of us suspected it was a bat, and our hearts clenched at the prospect of our work before us. Eee eee. What were we doing in this place, why had we been called here, now? And were we ready? Eee eee. And that’s when we had our first little miracle: the cry in the darkness was found to be a baby kitten, trapped and abandoned by its mother, living in that building, somehow, alone. But God had brought us there at a time where we could rescue it, and give it the hope of better life and care. We had a purpose amongst those filthy, evil walls. Within half an hour, our sledgehammers had begun their assault on the remains of the brothel.

Three Little Words

It's been just short of a week since we arrived back in Vancouver. It's been a bit rough adjusting to the time change - not sleeping at night and making up for it at the office! It seems so long ago that we were melting in the sticky heat of Cambodia that it almost doesn't seem real. But then I wake up in the middle of the night (wondering where I am), and lie there trying to get back to sleep, the memories come flooding back. Or a picture pops up on my computer, and I remember.
I was asked by someone this week to sum up our experiences in three sentences. Being the non-stop talker that I am, I boiled it down to three words:

Amazing, Heartbreaking and Rewarding.

Amazing - I have not been anwhere like Cambodia before - a country of contrasts - the people of Svay Pak and Phnom Phen, of ARC and Rescue. The sights and smells, the garbage everywhere, the insane traffic, the food. The beauty of the countryside contrasted with the overcrowding of the city. The hot, sticky, humid air and the warm rain showers to the pounding torrential rain. The poverty and (for want of a better word) slums and the grandeur of the mansions, temples and government buildings. It is a beautiful, humbling place. We don't realize just how blessed we are in this country.

Heartbreaking - from the kids of Svay Pak, to the orphans of Rescue, to the girls at ARC, to the boy selling newspapers outside our hotel, to the girl carrying a huge plate of lotus seeds on the riverfront, to the boy dragging himself across the street begging because he can't walk. They are all children of God, but because of circumstances, they will not all have the same future. I got to know the kids of Svay Pak much better than the others. They are just ordinary kids who are looking to have fun, to be loved, to get attention- other than being yelled at or hit.

And yet they are in survival mode. They are 'sharks' - out for what they can get, because this is what they have been taught. This is all that they know. The only way they know how to behave. When a soccer ball that a boy has been given is taken away by an adult because they can make a profit by selling it, or they don't want kids playing in front of their home, or they just want it for their own child - what does that say to him?

Then there are the unspeakable things that happen to them at night. I don't want to believe that the kids I was playing with during the day were the same ones being abused at night - but I know that everyone is for sale in this place. Kids have no value here - except as a product to be sold. And when they no longer can fetch a good price, they are discarded with the rest of the garbage

You can see it in their eyes.
I really noticed it in the pictures. It was rare to capture their happy smiling faces. the eyes gave them away - sad, hard too old for their years. Their childhood has been stolen from them - just like the soccer ball.

Rewarding - Because the old, dark, horrible, evil building has gone!! the cubilcles, the ugly, cheap pink paint, the ceiling, even the nails are all gone. It has been replaced by a bright, open space, that can be used to redeem these kids and maybe give them a brighter future. Give some value and self esteem back to them.
I hope that our being there has left the door open to the kids and people of Svay Pak and that they will see it as a safe, welcoming place that they can go. With people like Clay and Ratna there, I am confident that this is the future of Rahab's House and the reason that God sent us there.

Rewarding because I have seen glimpes of the Kingdom in places like ARC and Place of Rescue and now Rahab's House, where the yeast is starting to spread and will keep spreading until evil has no place left to go. This has given me the proof that God is working to redeem his creation and there is hope for this world - and us.

I would like to thank everyone on the Field Team for making this such a memorable trip. and the Home Team for the support and prayers that made this trip a reality - and of course thanks be to God for giving us this opportunity and allowing me to be a part of it.

The Team in Action

Do you want to know what the team did? The following video is the team in action, knocking down the walls during week one. Holy work!

First swings

Monday 5th May 2008, at Rahab's House in Svay Pak.

How it all started.

Due to network limitations whilst we where in Phnom Penh I was not able to upload these videos. The following three videos are the first swings of the hammers.

1. Helen from Chab Da Coalition

2. Christa from IJM

3. Grant

Reflecting from Barb

It is Sunday evening in Taipei Airport and we are waiting for a 7 hour layover to end before the flight home to Vancouver. Some of us are just so eager to be on that flight home. And then there is me - I wandered aimlessly for a couple of hours, not interested in shops or people watching, but a little sad that this chapter is ending and wondering how the next one will begin. This past week I've met 9 people that I really didn't know very much about before this trip, but know without a doublt that God brought us all together in a way no one could have imagined. Yes, there were difficult days but we knew that God was with us giving us the strength necessary for each moment of each day. And that was only possible because David and the home team were praying for us non-stop. I could feel that every day but it was even more evident on Tuesday when Jeff and Kelvin weren't well. I spent my day on the sixth floor going between 2 rooms. As the day progressed I knew that Kelvin was out of the woods, but not Jeff. He really started getting alot worse as the team was coming back from Rahab's House and I just wanted Grant to come through that door so that Jeff could get better care along with an IV. Jeff went through so much. His inner strength was much more than any 18 year old I've ever had as a patient!
And then all of a sudden Friday came ..... the guys had worked so hard to get us all to this point - the scraping was done, painting got finished, inside and out. Kit put her last coat of paint on the door and on the cross, the loovered windows were all washed - at least the dirt was off them even though they didn't shine like when Windex is used. The kids kept calling for Richard for one last soccer game or being swung around as though they were on a ride at the PNE, only this was much more fun.
Sunshine came with her mom and little sister for one last cleaning of the wound on her forehead; it was looking better; mom was doing a good job - you could really tell how much she loved and cared for her little girls. Fortunately one of the fellows from Agape was helping us and he was able totranslate for me while I explained what to do with a tube of polysporing that we gave her from our first aid kit. It was difficult saying good-bye, yet on the other hand I knew that she would feel safe coming back to Rahab's House for all the activities that will be happening there.
I left Rahab's House on Friday afternoon, confident that God's love, grace, and compassion was now there and it will continue to be there because of people like Clay, Helen, Christa and the others. And some of the girls that were rescued from that terrible place are now going back and that is happening because of a miracle - they have Jesus in their hearts and lives. Only Jesus can change that dark terrible place. One of the highlights of my time in Cambodia was Thursday when Toph took me on a "walk about" around this little village. There are no words to describe how my heart felt, seeing such poverty, such darkness and deprivation.So, here I am reflecting on 2 weeks (I'd be here all night if I filled in all the spaces), wondering what it all means for me and for each team member. I can only think of the vers "commit your paths to the Lord ...."
Before I close, I would like to thank Kit for all of her patience, wisdom and love, taking me on as a roommate! God truly had His hand in bringing us together. And I would also like to thank all of the guys for all of their hard work and commitment, for their compassion, and their love for the Lord, and for the times of prayer and sharing - I will cherish those times forever.
It is now 10:30 pm so will close.
Many many thank yous for all of your love, caring and prayers that have followed each of us on this incredible journey.
BlessingsBarb

Week 2 in pictures - by Paul

We're all in Taipei at the moment. It is 10:00 p.m. Sunday night, so most of Fairview folks are just waking up and getting ready to worship together. It's strange to think that by the time we land in Vancouver at 7:25 p.m today, our Sunday will have already been 43 hours long.

I've uploaded a number of pictures, which will give some context to the blogs that have been written this past week. Enjoy them.

http://picasaweb.google.com/rahabshouse.paul/Week2InCambodia

on our way- Jeff

well today is the day. we come back home.
it really has been an interesting trip home. this morning i woke up and with all excitement started to pack up my things. i made my bed and found something i would rather have not seen. a BIG HUGE UGLY cockroach was in my bed. who knows it could have been there all night. this is when my thoughts were, "I need to get out of this country". don't get me wrong, Ive loved this experience and would do it again in a heartbeat, but this was just a little too much, and i would like to sleep in my own bed tonight.
we finished packing and went down for some breakfast. this was the first big plate of food that i have been able to eat since Tuesday and it was GOOD. i think I'm getting mostly better at this point in time. we finished up breakfast and did some last look arounds at our hotel rooms and headed off for the van to take us to the airport. we went through the city taking in the last few minutes of Cambodia that we would see.
when we got to the airport we found a Dairy Queen. so some of us had blizzards and then it was time to board. we got on the plane and arrived safely at the Taipei airport. this brings us to the now. we have to wait 7 hours for our last plane to arrive to take us home. we are all a little anxious to get on that plane. i think its the only time when we are dying to get on a plane that will take us 14 or so hours, but it will be worth it.

see you all soon
Jeff

Transcendant and Imminent - trying to pull it all together (by Grant)

The first thing that I have to do while sitting here in the airport in Taipei is to aplogize for the use of big churchy words. I recently preached on the need for the church to use language the world can understand. I used the words Transcendant and Imminent in the title to this blog because those are the only words that would come to mind.

Transcendence is that quality of God where we see Him as being above us, greater than us, far away from us. It speaks of God's power and Lordship as He oversees all things.

Imminence is that quality of God where He comes close to us - Jesus is God come close. The Holy Spirit is the imminence of God where He is with us and even a part of us.

I chose these two concepts because that's the way I am processing the last couple of weeks. We have been very involved in the small picture, the closeup, the imminence. In the midst of thinking about that I am also thinking about the big picture, the wide angle view, the transcendence.

God sees everything in both views all of the time. God sees and loves the individual child in Svay Pak and He sees and loves all those trapped in the child sex-trade around the world. We have difficulting doing both at the same time which is not unreasonable. When we look at the big picture we can end up throwing our hands up in the air because the problem is too big to tackle - the evil is too fierce to confront. But when we look at the closeup as we've done the last couple of weeks we see the individuals, we see the victims and the abusers and those who profit from the trade. In seeing only the closeup we can become so focused on what we see that we can forget the bigger issues.

The first time I was in Cambodia in 1995 I met a girl named Kim who was living in an orphanage in the north of the country. She was 14 and had escaped from the pimps who bought her from her parents. She couldn't go home because her parents had sold her - she couldn't trust them and honour plays a twisted roll in this. I was disturbed by the story by glad that this girl was safe and was being protected. That same trip I chose to leave for home from Phnom Penh rather than spend a few days in Bangkok with Brian and Louise McConaghy partly because I just wanted to get home to my family and partly because I didn't want to go to a place that was so well known as a destination place for those who sexually abuse children.

When I returned home there was word of Canada writing a new law to prosecute Canadians who committed crimes against children in other countries. With Kim in mind I wrote to the Minister of Justice and urged him to press forward with the legislation. I thought that for me that letter might be the end of my involvement in the issue of child sex-trafficking and abuse. I was wrong.

Through becoming more involved in Cambodia through Fairview's involvement in funding the original orphanage building at Sunshine House and later our adoption of Sokna I learned that Thailand had begun to crack down on the child sex-trade - much of it moved to Cambodia. I have had an obvious connection to Cambodia for the last 13 years and the child sex-trade has been like a thorn in my soul ever since meeting Kim in 1995.

Marty loaned me a book by Bill Hybels and told me it helped him understand me - it is about "holy discontent." Holy discontent is that thorn in the soul that just won't go away until you do something. The child sex-trade in general and that trade in Cambodia particularly is my holy discontent.

I have known God's grace in this trip as I've had the opportunity of addressing my holy discontent in an "imminent," hands-on sort of way. Will I ever do something like this again? I doubt I will ever have the opportunity to do a job like this again but still I can speakout, I can make people aware and I can support those who are on the frontlines in the battle against the sex-trade.

I need to look at this issue with God's eyes as much as possible and see the individual child and the whole of the problem - transcendent and imminent.

May our Lord bless us all as we deal with our own "holy discontents" and as we see the issues through God's own eyes.

Grant

Leaving ... but it is not over.

Marty's Daily Diary #14

Having spent 2 weeks in Svay Pak and seeing and experiencing evidence of the atrocities that have occured, and are still ocurring, there, and having visited the Killing Fields and Tuol Sleng, one could be forgioven for crying out with the Psalmist ...

Why, LORD, do you stand far off?

Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

Psalm 10:1

Is God here? Correction, there? (I am currently sitting at gate C8 in Tai Pei, Taiwan waiting for my flight back to Vancouver) As I reflect on the past 2 weeks and particularly the "colliding worlds" which are so evident throughout Phnom Penh and Svay Pak I could be forgiven, I hope, for answering 'yes.' I have a very limited knowledge of the history of Cambodia, but I have read some of the stuff surrounding the events of 1975. Did God leave Cambodia before then? After all, how could He let the Khmeer Rouge do what they did? How long has the abuse of children been going on in and around Svay Pak? Despite the incredible work of IJM in 2003, 5 years on brothels are still operating. Kids are still being violated in the most unimaginable ways. Surely, if God was present this stuff would not be tolerated one more night.

Then I hear one word resounding in my head, over and over and over again - 'grace.' It is so easy for me to judge the animals who live in Svay Pak and run these brothels, and of course it is even easier to judge the animals that pay to come in to these brothels, but if I am going to do that then am I not judging myself as well? I am drawing lines in the sand and that is a very dangerous thing to do. Am I to declare that I am better than these people and as such I don't really need a merciful loving Saviour? I would be a fool to even think this way and so if I am openly in acceptance of grace then I must believe in my heart, despite how hard it is for me to accept the fact, that God wants to offer grace and forgiveness to these people also. As such, that explains why God has not obliterated the village by clicking His fingers. But where is He?

If you have been reading our diaries over these past 2 weeks then I would urge you to read one other thing. Gary Haugen's book "Terrify No More." I think Gary has the answer to my query. He rightly suggests that I am asking the wrong question. Instead of asking "where is God?" I need to be asking "where are God's people?" Why are we asking God to act when He has given us the resources and means, and moreover the opportunities to get involved in God's in-breaking kingdom. As Gary says ...

"In such a fallen world of wickedness and pain, there is joy to be extracted by getting into the saddle with our Lord, gripping the reigns, and riding in to the battle. ... We were created for good works." (page 243)

"Not me," I hear you cry. "God is not asking me to ride in that saddle." "I don't have the skills to do it."

You are right. Kelvin, my new found buddy and the only construction person on our team, reminded me that it is not about us. He reminded me of just how "ordinary" we are. Ten ordinary people from Vancouver who God used to do His work. Perhaps God wants more and more ordinary people to realise just how ordinary they are. Are you ordinary?

I have no idea what the future beyond this trip holds for me and my wonderful wife in Vancouver. I have finished my training to be ordained in to The Presbyterian Church in Canada, and I pray that that will occur in the near future. But even more than that I pray that I will live every day as an ordinary person. I pray that I will see the world through God's eyes and act in the ways that God has prepared for me to act.

My time at Rahab's House is over but the work in Rahab's House will continue, every single day. And I know that there is a desperate need for Rahab's Houses all over this world. Perhaps we need to open our eyes and see them.

God Bless.
Marty

Counting the hours...(Kit)

I am sitting in Taipei airport as we count down the hours of our seven hour layover - before we head home on our nearly eleven hour flight. I will be home at 7:30 Sunday night - but...it's already 7:00 Sunday night here.....

So we are done. It is hard to put into words what a complex experience this has been. We are all tired, and all looking forward to seeing you all again. I can guarantee you none of us will be asking for rice or noodles for a while, but having said that, I am more aware than ever of the fact that we have choices in these things, when so many people would be glad to have rice at all.

And now that we are so near to home, my words seem lame. I type some thoughts and feelings, delete them, start again. Maybe I will do what some of the others have done and just jot a few memories:

We had ten on the team, but when we arrived, we met Clayton, and we suddenly were a team of eleven. We thank God for this terrific young man who was so helpful to us. I was really impressed with his deep faith, his respect for the people of Cambodia, his sensitivity in difficult circumstances. And those Vietnamese coffees!! Clay, if you are out there, we talk about you every day, as if you were an old friend. Please keep in touch. I'm sure Marty will be writing to you.

And at home, there was Dave and the Home Team, keeping in touch, the glue that held this Home/Field Team together

"Eight strong men and two ancient nurses". And it clicked.

Yoda

My Little Sharks: wary, cautious kids who had never had a chance to learn what trust is. Did we make a blip? Will they remember that there are people who do not want to abuse them? I see their faces before me....It was so great that after the first few days they started to smile, then to laugh, then to play with us. Leaving them was hard. Their faces, some beautiful, some tough, some already beaten by life, flash before me as I walk through this glitzy airport selling stuff to the affluent.

I remember a couple of the older boys (ten years? eleven?) who followed Richard around. ("Tom!" "Tom!" "Tom!" "Tom!"). It was great to watch them come to trust him, confused at first that there was no 'deal', then delighted that he liked them back, knew their names, kicked a soccer ball around with them, swung them on his strong arms. I was there when he said goodbye to these rough little guys. I think Richard was the best thing that has ever happened to them. The clean, healthy affection between them as they hugged good-bye was very moving.
I can still hear the kids at Place of Rescue singing, can still see them playing soccer with the guys on the team and the tuk tuk drivers, and hearing the shrieks of laughter and cheers.

The door that ate the paint

The garbage everywhere

The unrelenting red dust

The girls who returnd to Rahab's House....the delight on their faces made all the work worthwhile

The moped fuel in pop bottles being sold roadside

The shoe store....

The insane traffic

New Song..

Jeff's hospital

Riding in tuktuks, feeling the sun, wind, dust or rain on my face, and even better, riding on the back of a moto. Now that was fun!!

The yellow Cross

The market...if I stopped to seriously think about it I would probably turn and run. Tough survivors there too, like the young boys who shadowed me, made sure I did not get lost (How'd they know that I could get lost in Safeway parking lot, let alone this dank, dark twisted maze of a market?), fanned me, took me to booths to buy things, treated me like a cherished grandma (hoping for, and receiving my pathetic monetary thanks )....and who offered their bodies and sexual services to the guys on the team.

Our early morning devotional times, and our evening check ins.

The girl in the yellow dress.....

Seeing pink turn to yellow......that was so wonderful

"What did your last slave die of?" That's young Marty speakin'.

So many memories, and they are crashing in on me now, but I better go find the guys before they send out a search party.

Thanks to each of you for your prayers, your emails, your love.

Alll praise to Him.

K

Reflections on Friday (late) - Grant

I stand in the bright yellow of Rahab’s House and I feel warm – not the sticky heat that is everywhere; I feel warm because I know this place has been transformed and God has used Fairview, even us, to do this great thing. I stand in the bright front room and feel warm but the smell of garbage is still wafting in from across the narrow dirt road; the screams of the kids who gather outside are getting to me (most if not all of us) a little more than they had been. The village representative who has been with us the whole time has already stolen from us and we watch him like a hawk because he’s eyeing everything.

I walk up the steep stairs for the last time. This used to be the “virgin room” – not any more. It is now a beautiful airy space that is bright with light and bright with hope. I pray with two others who had come up for the last time. It is a powerfully emotional prayer for me as we acknowledge what this space was and that it will never be that again rather it will be a place of hope – it shines with God’s hope.

I go down the stairs for the last time. I feel good.

I walk through what is now a wide open, brightly lit room and there is a sense of holiness about it. I don’t think I am over spiritualizing it to say that. So much of the work that went into making the room as it is was holy work – knocking down walls, chipping away at the bits of wall still attached to the floor, scraping off the pink paint and on and on the list goes. Holy means “set apart for a special purpose.” Rahab’s House has a sense of holiness to it now.

God has used us for His purpose and for His own joy. My joy at seeing this place in this condition must parallel God’s joy. God’s joy is likely bigger not because we have done such good work but because He sees the whole of the plan from beginning to end. God knows what will become of this place and the impact it will have on Svay Pak.

11 days earlier I cried tears of distress as I walked through the cubicles. Today tears of joy roll down my cheeks.

Our part of the work is accomplished. God had things going on in Rahab’s House long before we arrived and God will have things going on long after we’ve left. ARC is having a kitchen installed as well as a new tiled floor and movable dividing walls are being constructed. It would have been nice for us to see all of that work done but that would have just served the purposed of making us feel good. It is probably better that we don’t get to see everything this place will be because it reminds us that we are just a small part in a much bigger work that God is doing here.

I feel God’s satisfaction. I walk toward the open gate. I stand just inside for several minutes. The team decides to walk through the village to the highway to be picked up by the van there. I step out of the holiness of Rahab’s House into the evil and need of Svay Pak and walk to the road. God has a lot to do here and He’s got some very good people here in Cambodia to help him.

I reach the highway.

It is time to go home!

Grant

Last day - Tim

Last day in Cambodia. Here's a random jumble of some of the things I will not forget:

• on the third day at Rahab's House in the dark because the power had been cut - cleaning out the debris along the back wall of the 'kitchen' - weeping, not letting anyone see - for my own little troubles or for what had happened to kids in this miniTreblinka? - both?


• treading on some poor doctor's shirt and bones at Cheung Ek killing field, exposed through the dirt in the middle of the path and still not yet put at respectful peace by his country


• sitting across from the angels at ARC - and an offer I could not touch - it was Sacred


• the little tiny girls of Svay Pak. Always the little girls. May the Lion protect you and heal you.


• accelerated sweat


• meeting rare individuals of the Kingdom, like Helen, Clayton, Marie Ens, Cheung Te, and Ratanak, the ones who are on the front line of this anti-trafficking business for the long haul, leaders God Himself has raised up


• a senior army officer in a fancy SUV and wearing a contemptuous scowl, throwing his weight around by ramming a young woman's moto from behind when she had no place to move it out of the way anyway because she herself was boxed in


• one beggar with horrendous injuries from a landmine (both arms, most of both legs), yet still able to perambulate


• orange-clad monks who not only don't work but parasitize the rest of the population and encourage the worship of stone cows, the repetition of meaningless mantras, and much worse


• a spiffy (Saudi-financed?) mosque and Islamic centre amongst the most putrid poverty of the Muslim quarter just before you arrive at Svay Pak


• a free market economy on steroids and with no safety net, trying to do accelerated time travel down the 25 years they are behind other parts of Asia


• portraits of a nattily dressed but weak king not held in true respect by his own people because of his fear of Cambodia's neighbors and desire to maintain his own privileged position


• the much caressed elephant parked in front of his/her favourite bar and gloriously oblivious to traffic cops (sort of like everybody else)


• the beauty, patience, and natural grace of the Cambodian people. This could be Eden.


• other moments, from within the team, which are too private to disclose to the world

A deep thank you to Fairview and to the Lord Jesus for the privilige of being able to take these memories home.

rapping things up- Jeff

Today was a final market and sight seeing day. Many of us went to the mall or the markets to get some last minute gifts for the people back at home. Martin, Kit, Grant and I went to the markets and then we went for a tour of Phnom phen. Our tuk-tuk driver took us around the city pointing out some things that we might like to see. We saw the royal palace, watt Phnom and he even showed us where he lives. We passed the hospital that Sokna was born in as well, so we took some pictures (only from the outside) and then we went back to the hotel.

After all of the shopping I began to realize that this experience, this part of my life is coming to an end. This rose a range of emotions. Since Tuesday I have wanted to just leave this place, all that we have been through I feel that I am physically and emotionally drained. Even getting royalty type treatment in the hospital I feel that being in the hospital for so long that it made me just want to be home in my own bed near things that aren’t so foreign and even just having some of the comforts of home. On the other hand I think about all the things that still need to be done in Svay Pak, and all of the people and friends that we have made and it makes me a little sad that we are going to leave. I probably wont see many or even all of them ever again.
So were coming back tomorrow and we’ll arrive Sunday evening Vancouver time. I’ll leave here with both feelings of happiness and some sadness but I think I’m really looking forward to getting home

Hope -- Toph

So our time in Svay Pak is done. It is likely that I will never again visit this village, even though I would very much like to return to Cambodia. There are big issues I am still working through, however.

What did the trip achieve? The task of renovating Rahab’s House is done. The building is no longer a brothel, but a great, beautiful open space with bright yellow walls which will be a tremendous resource for the people who work there. Since the building was raided in 2003 and the girls working there liberated, the shell had remained. Though some of the girls have had the courage, tremendous courage, to return and to begin community outreach from this building, work was confined to the front room. This was a renovation that was needed, but which always fell just below the funding threshold for Aim4Asia. We were able to provide that service. All of Rahab’s House is now clean, functional, and able to be used by these women in their work: teaching, providing food, providing medical outreach, serving the community. In time, someone will live there full time, in the upstairs rooms. In a real sense our work was to provide a better platform for these people to do their ongoing work. On that level, I am confident that the trip was a success, and that we will see it as such in the future.

From the start, however, we have asked ourselves why it was necessary for us to do the work; wouldn’t hiring local workers be more cost effective? What did it mean in Svay Pak to have ten white faces there, day in day out, for something other than sex? I hope it meant something: we were seen to be giving; we were friendly; we were polite; we were asking for nothing from the village. Many of the kids, and some of the adults in the village, seemed genuinely touched by our presence. But…

The last day working was difficult. Some of the kids were especially rambunctious, even rude, and some new faces appeared, children we’d not seen before. Children were excited to have their pictures taken, but were wild, taking anything they could. Abouot two minutes before we left, one of the new children, a boy with a scratch on his chest that he bragged had been caused by a machete (this seems unlikely!), held out his hand and asked me for a dollar. So not everyone saw us as different, and though this was the only time it happened, it did sour things a bit.

In contrast, some kids showed real generosity. Paul, my wheelbarrow helper on the first day, had been given a hat by Richard as a memento, and then he offered it to me, almost immediately. Genuine generous reciprocity, even if it did miss the point of being given the hat. I encouraged Paul to keep the hat, so he could remember “Tom”.

But again, we only see the village during the day. We have no idea what goes on at night, and, the truth is, we are scared of it.

Today, Saturday, Richard and I went to visit an 11th-century temple two hours south of Phnom Penh (by Tuktuk!). It was beautiful – a wonderful reminder of the richness of the Khmer civilization that had flourished for centuries. As we drove along the roads, children waved. They waved from bicycles, from roadside storefronts, from the verandas of their shacks. But there was a politeness, a joy, a desire to try out an English “Hello”, and a look of surprise when we try responding in Khmer. Adults would also wave, as they sat in the shade in hammocks, with a child balanced on their bellies. This is what cultural contact should be like. It was truly happy, sincere, open, undemanding, fun. And it was completely unlike the encounters we have had for two weeks in Svay Pak.

Svay Pak in some ways looks like every other little Cambodian village. But it is also completely unlike every other little Cambodian village. This is a village where a gift of a soccer ball means one child runs home with his treasure, rather than it becoming a source of amusement for all the kids (I think four soccer balls were distributed, though none ever reappeared after it was initially put away. I had always thought a soccer ball like this could be a universal gift, for almost any age, anywhere in the world. Not in Svay Pak, where Yoda says (mimes) that the kids sell the balls for cigarettes.) So I ask myself, can Svay Pak change? Can the suspicion, and the hurt, and the brokenness, and the disfunction, and the corruption, and the perspectives of the West, and the disease, and the greed, and the exploitation, and the violence, and all that is wrong with this village change?

I have to believe it can. I have to believe that there is something redeemable in this village, though I admit my evidence is not strong. There have been two or three mothers with children who show affection. There are rare generous acts by the children. And, above all, there is the courage of the girls who had once been sex slaves in the brothels here, who have been rescued, and who choose to come back. Twice a week, to help the community from which they have been saved.

They see hope for this community. And because of them, so do I.

Go…Stop…Go…Stop - Grant

The last few days have been days of whiplash for me – not the kind you get in your neck so you don’t have to worry. It has been a real emotional time of whiplash which has a physical and emotional impact. It was go, go, go through the first 9 days we were here and then Jeff got sick. There was the frantic effort to get him to the hospital and get him the care he needed. He began to improve immediately and I was so thankful – we were all so thankful. Though we had a team working hard in Svay Pak, my place was with my son in the hospital. So for about 50 hours the two of us were full stop. I could go out and breathe in some stifling air but I didn’t go out much because Jeff couldn’t and I wanted to be there for him in everyway I could.

When Jeff was released we rejoined the team for our reflection time – to cheers mind you – and then out for supper. And then it was full GO again. We had one more day to complete everything at Rahab’s House before we had to be done. It was a crazy day as I felt like I was moving in slow motion trying to keep up. (I will post again on my reflections of that last day.) And now it is Saturday and we have left Svay Pak behind – physically at least. Today is a day to decompress and finish shopping and do some touring of the city we’ve not been able to do.

Go…Stop…Go…Stop

It is time to go home!

Grant

Kelvin's post # 10 "Restless in Surrey"

I was sitting in church one Sunday morning about six months ago going through the motions of a worship service but that was about it. I have been going to church all my life, I have sung all the songs, read the Bible, prayed, gone to bible classes, and much more. I have done all the things that you are supposed to do when you “Go to Church” but it all seemed to have become routine. I was getting restless, I could not explain it at the time but I had the sense that God wanted me to do more but I could not put my finger on it.

Now here I am in Cambodia, with an exhausted but satisfied team of dedicated Christians, most of whom I did not know three months ago. As a team we have been through a lot in the past two weeks, we have stared evil in the face in Svay Pak, Tuol Sleng, and the Killing Fields. We have seen the love of God poured out at Arc and the Rescue center. As said before by other members of the team, “Cambodia is a Country of Extremes” and God has shown us both sides of the coin.

A few months back when talking with pastor Tom at my Church I told him about going to Cambodia and I remember him telling me that I would come back a changed man. God has given me an experience so far out of my comfort zone that I don’t know if I will ever find it back!
Maybe He does not want me to find it back!

Tomorrow we get on a plane and leave this place; our part in the transformation of Rahabs House is complete. I thank God for calling me to be a part of this team and my prayer is that Rahabs House will always be a place out of the ordinary, a place that stands out in Svay Pak. A place where people can come to know Christ and a place where kids can come, feel safe and be kids.

This will be my last post and I would like to thank everyone for all their love and support over the past few weeks, we could not have done this without you.

Kelvin

still alive- Jeff

Sorry for not blogging for a bit, the past couple of days have been quite the adventure. I’m sure as many of you know I was in the hospital for a couple of days. I was feeling fine until Monday night. It started with a bit of heartburn so I didn’t really pay attention to it. Paul gave me some Pepto-Bismol and I thought that was that. I was wrong.

When night hit all hell broke loose and I had probably the most terrible night of my life. I won’t share the wonderful details but I was really sick. Morning came and I was feeling same as I was in the night, so Barb stayed with me in the hotel while everyone else went to Svay Pak. When lunchtime hit I was feeling almost 100% better, until I ate something. There I was back where I was the night before. When everyone came back from Svay Pak I was getting worse and worse. The vomiting started to give me some harsh dehydration and that is when we decided that I needed to go to the hospital. We called up Clayton and asked him where we should go, he said there was a U.S run clinic but they were closed on account of it being a holiday. So we called him again and he told us he would go to the hospital and arrange things for us. While we were waiting for the arrangements to be made my dehydration started to get worse. I started to loose feeling in my hands and feet and they eventually became almost paralyzed. This is when I started to get scared. Though Clayton was on his was and he had gone to the hospital to make sure that I would get a bed and they were getting ready for my arrival.

We took a tuk-tuk to the hospital which was the fastest way to get there and they had a wheel-chair ready for me and within 10 minutes of being at the hospital, I had an I.V in me and was getting pumped full of fluids (wouldn’t get treatment like that in Vancouver). After being in the ER for a bit I was taken to my room. Clayton once again was a hero and told a bit of a fib to get me some special treatment. He said that we were working with the government at least something along those lines I don’t really remember (I was kind of sick). Anyways what Clayton said to the doctor must have been effective because when I got to my room it was nicer then any other room I have seen in Cambodia. I was nicer then any hospital room I have seen in Canada (though I haven’t spent a lot of time in hospitals in Canada). There was a flat screen TV on the wall, couch, table, sink, fridge, and I was the cleanest room I've ever seen in Cambodia.

When getting to the hospital I had no idea that I would have to be there so long. I thought I would be, go in the afternoon and get out at night. They told me when I got there that I would have to stay over night. My doctor was a Thai doctor who went by the name of Doctor Tom. On the second day he came back and told me that I would need 3 days of antibiotics to get rid of the ecoli infection that had caused this whole mess. So yesterday I was freed from the “Royal Rattanak hospital” and given some more take home antibiotics to help me finish off the treatment.

Today we went for our last day at Rahabs house. I wasn’t able to do a whole lot, but I was able to help do some painting. Part way through the day I was just feeling so tired that I had to return to the hotel early but at least I wasn’t feeling sick

Well thank you for your prayers and your support, I’m feeling much better now, not 100% but I'm getting there

Jeff

It's Just the Beginning

Today was our last day at Rahab's House. We finished the work we came to do. The old, dark, evil, horrendeous building is gone and has been replaced with a big bright yellow, spacious building, where God's light is set to shine on the people of Svay Pak. Indeed it has already started.

It was very hard to leave those kids, not knowing what sort of future lay in store for them. However, I can take some comfort in the fact that we have made an impression on them and they can associate RH as a safe welcoming place, which will make it easier for Ratna, and the girls from ARC when they come to do the ministry and healthcare sessions.

Ratna came by today and we presented him with the banner. He is a friendly young man with a passion for God - and was already interacting with the kids before he left. The new Rahab's House is in good hands.

I am going to be sorry to leave this place tomorrow, a country of contrasts, a country that is still dealing with the devastation and horrors of a civil war. A country where the seeds of God's kingdom is breaking through in places like ARC and Place of Rescue and now Rahab's House. A country that 30 years ago was in the Stone Age and is now trying to deal with 21st century issues, while missing a whole generation of people my age that were wiped out. A country where evil still has a foothold, but is in God's hands.

I don't know how this experience will change me once I get home. I will be processing this for a while. I do know that God brought this team of ordinary but amazing people together for a reason. I knew from the moment that this trip was announced that I had to be here. Time will tell what the results will be.

It is finished - by Paul

Today was our last day at Rahab's House... and we knew that by the 3:00 p.m. it would all have to be finished... the painting, the cleaning up, the rearranging of the little furniture that exists at the moment. What would we feel leaving a place where we toiled for ten days?

What a priveledge it has been to serve our Lord. He used ten ordinary people from Vancouver to transform an oppressive life-sucking building into a place of hope. In physical terms, here was our contribution:

• Cubicle walls torn down and hauled out.


• Pedophile pink paint scraped off the walls, in many places down to the concrete.


• Wall footings chisseled out and filled in with concrete.


• Walls filled in where cubicle walls were attached.


• Ceiling and wall removed from upstairs rooms.


• Kitchen removed and floor leveled.


• Cistern emptied and cleaned out.


• All walls painted either sunshine yellow or bright white.


• Ceiling of front room painted bright white.


• Rafters denailed and painted white.


• Front of building scrapped and painted.


• Louvres cleaned of years of dust and painted.


• Upstairs door painted white with a yellow cross on both sides.


• Louvre glass windows washed.


• Front sliding door fixed, lubricated and painted.


• Tile floors scraped, swept and mopped.


• Staircase sanded and varnished.

There are probably a few things I missed, but all in all, we accomplished more than we expected. It is finished.

Well not quite. Ratana came by today. He is the young man who has been called by God to work in Svay Pak, just like the ten of us... except that he is going to be part of the next chapter of God's story. Ratana has been working with the girls who had been rescued from brothels in Svay Pak, including the building that is now Rahab's house. They have been coming out twice a week to share the love of God through teaching, medical outreach or food distribution. Until now they have only used the front room and the small space that was unoccupied by the brothel cublicles. They now have a huge area to work with, so their mission will be able to grow and evolve and spread out and shine brightly to light up all the dark and grungy recesses of this... come to think of it... NOT God forsaken village.

Leaving was hard. Our immediate work has come to a close. I will follow as best I can to what God will be doing in Svay Pak. I will wonder what became of the little children who came to play with us, but really wanted to abscond with our belongings. I will pray for the little girl who had an injury on her forehead, which Barb lovingly attended to everyday, and for her mother and sister... the only three people who seemed to love each other, and responded by bringing a small bag of fruit to Barb. Will they come to Rahab's house to learn of the love of God? I think they have already experienced some of it while we were here.

It is finished for us...

We left Svay Pak with lots of emotions still perculating inside of us. We didn't hop in the van today and drive out. Instead, we walked the road to the highway. We wanted to make sure that all the villagers saw a bunch of white middle aged guys and a couple of women walk out of there without having abused or raped any of their children or slaves, and that this would signal an end to their lifestyle and a new beginning for the village.

I'm finished here... and ready to come back home. Thank you all for sustaining us in prayer. Thank you Lord for calling us to serve you.

A Staircase to ...

Marty's Daily Diary #13

It is 4:30pm, Cambodia time, Friday afternoon, May 16, 2008. I have just had a shower having returned after our final day of work at Rahab's House. All the demolition, scraping, painting and cleaning is done. We are almost at the end of our mission trip and as such our blogging is coming to an end as well. So what do I want to talk about today?

That's easy - steps. The last thing I did at Rahab's House involved steps. An old steep mahogany staircase rises from the main floor to the two upper rooms. These steps, like everything in Rahab's House are a little worse for wear and they have taken a lot of abuse from all our team over the past two weeks. Everyday, up and down we have gone like yo-yos. The stairs are dirty with dust and grit, they have not seen paint in a very long time. Everything else in the place was being renewed but we didn't have a plan for the stairs. So we decided to give them a clean up. A clean up. The staircase is not the only thing in Svay Pak that needs a clean up.

As Barb began the much needed scraping and wire-brushing of the staircase and we bought the necessary varnish for the steps I began to look closer at the steps. Looking caused me to think. I was the one looking at the steps but what had they seen over the years? Last Monday when we arrived at Rahab's House and began to walk a round we all meandered in and out of the cubicles in the downstairs. Then we hiked up the steps to the upper area to find that pink shower area and that pink room. That room where young girls, correction, children were sold for the first time and depraved men had their sordid adventures, including the use of video tapes etc. The staircase in Rahab's House has seen everything and everybody. It has the dirt of everyone on its steps. As a result the steps look old, jaded, dull, in need of care and attention. The steps needed someone to love them.

Svay Pak needs someone to love them. That is a hard task to perform. In fact, God is the only one who could love this place, surely. The dirt needs removed, the scum scraped off and each step needs the tender loving care of being sanded down to its core. Only then can it be covered in a shiny new coat of grace.

And I believe He will do this. Just the way the staircase today has been transformed by one coat of varnish, God can and will redeem Svay Pak. Rahab's House is the seed that has been sown in this place and which will grow and grow and grow. These stairs have led children up to a hell-hole of iniquity like nothing we can imagine in our darkest nightmares. But now I pray that these stairs will lead child after child after child up in to the new shining rooms where they will hear about Jesus, they will worship Jesus and they will grow to love Jesus. These stairs have been redeemed, becasue Jesus decided to redeem them. I believe He is pouring out His mercy and grace on Svay Pak; a hell on earth and as such Svay Pak will become heaven on earth. I look forward to that.

I said my final goodbyes to Rahab's House today. I've been told about its past. I have witnessed some of the evidence of that past. But I have seen its present. I have watched as slowly but surely something beautiful has emerged and I believe its future looks bright. I don't know what that future holds. But I know someone who does.

Heavely Father, continue to burst forth into Svay Pak from this place. Continue to bless these people. Continue your work of varnishing these children of yours. Deal with the evil the way that you know best.

What a 2 weeks!

What a staircase!

Marty

P.S. - With regards "Marty and Me." In all seriousness it has been a joy and an honour to work alongside people of God over these past 2 weeks and in particular my new buddy Kelvin is one of the finest leaders I have ever known. You are a star in my eyes and in God's Bless you brother!

Toph's Guide to Survival in Cambodia

1. Beer. There are three types of Cambodian beer, all lagers. Tiger is pronounced “tiger”, and is without taste. Anchor is pronounced “ann-chore”. Ankor, which comes in large bottles, is pronounced “anchor”. So if you want an Ankor—and you do (it’s our beer, our country)—ask for an Anchor.

2. Amok. The national dish seems to be some combination of river fish and mild curry, and is called fish amok. I have now had it in five different places, where I have been served (1) a fish pate served in a banana leaf, (2) a fish stew, with small chunks, (3) large steamed fish pieces in a brown sauce, (4) a grainy fish paste served on a bed of caramelized carrots in a lovely tin foil fan, and (5) a think stew with large chunks and full fresh “spinach” leaves (it’s not spinach, but the leaves are that size and colour), topped with yoghurt, served in a coconut. It is always served with rice. So the national dish is some kind of fish served with rice.

3. Economy. The economy runs on American dollars; everyone has them. The local currency, riel (4100r=1 USD), serves as change. Within days, your pocket is bulging with riel, and you find yourself buying newspapers, in hopes of handing over a fistful of bills.

4. Newspapers. The Cambodia Daily sells for 1200 riel, or 30 cents. Except there aren’t any cents, and the paper boy doesn’t have change for a dollar bill. The news combines local stories with international news, in English and Khmer, and has many job ads.

5. Tuktuks. They wait in clusters outside your hotel. You don’t want one, so you wave them off, and take three steps, when two more will ask if you want a ride. You wave them off and take two more steps, and are asked again, and wave them off. And so on down to the corner to buy your newspaper, whereupon a tuktuk pulls up, smiles and asks “tuktuk?”, as if he genuinely believes you haven’t been asked twenty times a minute, since your journey began. You hire him to drive you back to the hotel, just so you don’t have to feel guilty about not giving them work.

6. More on tuktuks. Tuktuks can be hired for $20 a day; they will be very pleased with this as it is more than they would otherwise make, and will take you wherever you want. They will wait for you, whatever you are doing. It turns out they may also offer to do manual labour. Apparently people haggle with tuktuk drivers; I find this hard to believe, the prices are so low…a buck to go here, two to go there. It’s clear I am overpaying, but it’s still less than bus fare. Word has got around about our group. When we ask a tuktuk driver how much to go somewhere, he just smiles and says “whatever you want to pay”.

7. Toiletries. When travelling, one is sometimes caught with insufficent toiletries. No problem; buy a doughnut. The local market is giving out free tubes of Pepsodent toothpaste with almost every purchase.

8. DVDs. The market sells a season of a tv show for five or six bucks, movies for two bucks. Movies that came out last week. Movies that will be coming out next June. Anthologies offer 28 Sandra Bullock movies, on a single disk. I don’t think she has made that many movies.

9. Clothing. When traveling, one is sometimes caught with insufficient amounts of clothing. No problem; buy paint. Canisters of white paint come with a t-shirt wrapped in a plastic bag, floating on the top. The paint has to drip off for a few hours before you can open the bag, and you have to remember to take off your paint gloves when you do. The t-shirt may preserve a slight smell of emulsifier.