Kelvin's post #5 "What are they thinking"

We have now completed day 4 and the construction is well underway. Every day when we arrive the kids are very quick to come around and give Hi Fives and show us which one of the picture's hanging on the walls are the ones they coloured, and just generally hang around and try to be helpful. Through out the day there will be a few teenage boys that will walk in and have a look around before leaving again. Some of the mothers of these kids will also come strolling in to have a look to see what is happening. We play with the kids and maybe give them a sucker or something and just try to show them that we are their friends, we are not here to hurt them. We smile at the adults and say hello to them as best we can but I can't help but wonder what they are thinking.
Who are these people? Where do they come from? Why do they come here and try to change things? Do they think this will make a difference? Are they crazy?
Maybe we are crazy. If you really think about size of the problem we are dealing with in Svay Pak and around the world, how can renovating this little building make a difference. There is a song we used to sing when I was in youth group and it goes something like this.

It only takes a spark to get a fire going,
And soon all those around will warm up in it's glowing.
That's how it is with God's love,
Once you've experienced it.
You'll want to sing, it fresh like spring.
You'll want to pass it on.

This song has been stuck in my mind for the last few day's and I pray that this little spark that we have started will become a bon fire for the Lord.

We have met a few of the girls today from ARC, and some of them were rescued from this horrible place; they did not know what we were doing there, only that we were there. When they arrived I was nervous, would they be scared of us? Would they see us as the westerners that they are trying to forget? As the girls walked in my nerves calmed instantly as they were smiling and seemed to instantly understand we were there to help them. As we were introduced my heart was crying, how could anyone steal the Innocent's from these children. I watched as one of the girls looked past us into the bright wide open space that was once a living hell. She put her hand over her mouth and stared, her eyes were moving all around the room, I couldn't help but wonder, "What was She Thinking"

Kelvin