Next Monday, 4th February, is this year's BMS Day of Prayer. There's a whole spread of resources on the BMS website - among which is our prayer letter written specifically for the day. You can open it by clicking on the picture below, or by clicking here.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
New Year - but not yet!
Did you think that the New Year had already begun? Not for the Karen - the Karen year 2752 officially begins on Saturday 12th January. So Friday 11th January will see a variety of Karen New Year's Eve celebrations, including the one advertised below at the City Karen Baptist Church in Chiang Mai.
You might have noticed the times on the poster - yes, they will be meeting at 6am on New Year's Day for a celebratory worship service! Maybe your church could try that next year?
This weekend will not be the end of the New Year celebrations in Thailand, though. The Chinese New Year on the 10th February will be observed by many Thais. When we lived in Bangkok, we were surprised that more of our local shops closed up for Chinese New Year than for the Western New Year.
And then for the big one - the Thai New Year, celebrating the beginning of the year 2556 (Buddhist Era), on April 13th. After that, it's not so long until December 31st...
You might have noticed the times on the poster - yes, they will be meeting at 6am on New Year's Day for a celebratory worship service! Maybe your church could try that next year?
This weekend will not be the end of the New Year celebrations in Thailand, though. The Chinese New Year on the 10th February will be observed by many Thais. When we lived in Bangkok, we were surprised that more of our local shops closed up for Chinese New Year than for the Western New Year.
And then for the big one - the Thai New Year, celebrating the beginning of the year 2556 (Buddhist Era), on April 13th. After that, it's not so long until December 31st...
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
A Christmas Tale
Earlier this week I had an extraordinary glimpse into life on the Thai-Burma border. I was travelling alone to a large conference in a rural Karen village. Arriving in the border town of Mae Sot in the early morning, I found the right Songthaew (an adapted pick-up truck used as a public bus) in the busy central market area.
With 7 passengers on board, we were soon winding our way through the chaotic, but cheerful, bustle of the town centre and out into the countryside. After just a few kilometres, however, the bus driver decided that he didn't want to go any further, and dropped me and the one other remaining passenger off at a small police check point by the side of the road.
As we waited for another bus to come by, I was beginning to feel quite annoyed at the bus driver. He had promised to take me to my destination - but now I was stuck here, under a makeshift shelter, miles from anywhere, on a hot and dusty Thai highway! However, the two friendly police officers soon cheered me up, asking me (inevitably) which football team I supported, and whether I knew David Beckham.
And it soon turned out that, while it certainly was remote, the check point was far from deserted. Within minutes of our arrival, my conversation with the police was interrupted by the arrival on foot of two ladies and a small girl. It transpired that one of the ladies was seriously ill, and after walking overnight from her village to the road, had just fainted. Tragically, her 12-day-old baby had died two nights ago, and her friend had escorted the grieving mother, with her two year old daughter, to seek medical attention. The police officers rushed into action, calling the hospital in Mae Sot to send an ambulance, and ushering the group into a shaded spot to wait for help.
Before the ambulance came, a man appeared, looking for his motorbike. It had been impounded, he explained a little sheepishly, after an incident at a local Muay Thai boxing match. With a mildly disapproving air, one of the police officers took down his details and handed him back his bike.
Then the ambulance arrived - which turned out to be an open-backed pick-up truck - to whisk the poorly lady and her daughter off to hospital. Soon after their departure, a second man approached the check point, asking for help: his son had gone missing several days ago, and he wanted to know how to report the incident, and what he could do to find him.
While this was being dealt with, a bus came past. One of the police officers helpfully hailed the bus for us, and we got on board, joining about 10 other passengers, along with a orange-clad monk sitting serenely in the passenger seat. As we pulled away from the small check point, I reflected how, in the normal course of things, I would never have spent those minutes sat by that roadside.
In fact, speeding past in a car, I probably would have barely noticed the existence of this little shelter. And yet, during my brief visit, I had glimpsed here something of the aching depth of human suffering, the simple beauty of human companionship, and the eloquent grace of human compassion.
And it struck me that, at Christmas time, we celebrate the fact that God didn't choose the easy, VIP route, speeding by on the highway. Instead, Jesus chose to enter into our suffering and messy humanity, to live, to work, to travel, to wait - and to serve people like those I met under that police shelter. This Christmas, He challenges me to do likewise.
| Songthaews waiting for passengers in Mae Sot's market |
With 7 passengers on board, we were soon winding our way through the chaotic, but cheerful, bustle of the town centre and out into the countryside. After just a few kilometres, however, the bus driver decided that he didn't want to go any further, and dropped me and the one other remaining passenger off at a small police check point by the side of the road.
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| Miles from anywhere - police check point |
As we waited for another bus to come by, I was beginning to feel quite annoyed at the bus driver. He had promised to take me to my destination - but now I was stuck here, under a makeshift shelter, miles from anywhere, on a hot and dusty Thai highway! However, the two friendly police officers soon cheered me up, asking me (inevitably) which football team I supported, and whether I knew David Beckham.
And it soon turned out that, while it certainly was remote, the check point was far from deserted. Within minutes of our arrival, my conversation with the police was interrupted by the arrival on foot of two ladies and a small girl. It transpired that one of the ladies was seriously ill, and after walking overnight from her village to the road, had just fainted. Tragically, her 12-day-old baby had died two nights ago, and her friend had escorted the grieving mother, with her two year old daughter, to seek medical attention. The police officers rushed into action, calling the hospital in Mae Sot to send an ambulance, and ushering the group into a shaded spot to wait for help.
Before the ambulance came, a man appeared, looking for his motorbike. It had been impounded, he explained a little sheepishly, after an incident at a local Muay Thai boxing match. With a mildly disapproving air, one of the police officers took down his details and handed him back his bike.
Then the ambulance arrived - which turned out to be an open-backed pick-up truck - to whisk the poorly lady and her daughter off to hospital. Soon after their departure, a second man approached the check point, asking for help: his son had gone missing several days ago, and he wanted to know how to report the incident, and what he could do to find him.
While this was being dealt with, a bus came past. One of the police officers helpfully hailed the bus for us, and we got on board, joining about 10 other passengers, along with a orange-clad monk sitting serenely in the passenger seat. As we pulled away from the small check point, I reflected how, in the normal course of things, I would never have spent those minutes sat by that roadside.
In fact, speeding past in a car, I probably would have barely noticed the existence of this little shelter. And yet, during my brief visit, I had glimpsed here something of the aching depth of human suffering, the simple beauty of human companionship, and the eloquent grace of human compassion.
And it struck me that, at Christmas time, we celebrate the fact that God didn't choose the easy, VIP route, speeding by on the highway. Instead, Jesus chose to enter into our suffering and messy humanity, to live, to work, to travel, to wait - and to serve people like those I met under that police shelter. This Christmas, He challenges me to do likewise.
| Speeding by... missing out? |
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
35 degrees C in Bangkok...
| Snowmen on a Bangkok roof... |
| Now that's a tree |
Not to be outdone, however, a neighbouring shopping mall took a different approach - decorating their tree with giant red baubles!
| A novel decorating approach... |
Monday, December 10, 2012
15 days until Christmas?
Today is Constitution Day - one of two Thai public holidays during December. The other one was last week - the 5th December, the King's Birthday. Thailand has 16 'bank holidays' every year - seven more than the UK!
Christmas Day, however, will be a normal working day for most people. Markets will be open, children will be in school, and public transport will be running normally. In fact, some of the Karen university students that we work with will actually be sitting mid-term exams on Christmas Day. Add that to the 30 degree heat, and it can be easy to forget that this is Christmas time!
Instead of focusing their celebrations on one day, therefore, the Karen churches tend to celebrate throughout the month of December. There is a very strong tradition of carol singing - we've already had two groups of young people visit our house so far this year.
And while many Karen Christians will have to go to work on December 25th, their churches will just choose a different day on which to celebrate Jesus' birth - and to use the occasion share the good news with their friends and neighbours too!
Christmas Day, however, will be a normal working day for most people. Markets will be open, children will be in school, and public transport will be running normally. In fact, some of the Karen university students that we work with will actually be sitting mid-term exams on Christmas Day. Add that to the 30 degree heat, and it can be easy to forget that this is Christmas time!
Instead of focusing their celebrations on one day, therefore, the Karen churches tend to celebrate throughout the month of December. There is a very strong tradition of carol singing - we've already had two groups of young people visit our house so far this year.
| Carol singers at our house last Friday evening |
| A Karen village arranging their outdoor Christmas celebrations |
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Loy Krathong Day
Today is the Loy Krathong Festival - one of the most colourful and lively festivals in the Thai calendar. As with most folk Buddhist ceremonies in Thailand, Loy Krathong defies simple explanation! There are many different aspects of the festival, and the details of what happens varies widely across the country.
| Krathongs on the River Ping |
At its heart, though, this annual festival involves asking forgiveness from the goddess of the river(s) for past sins against her - including, but not restricted to, causing pollution to her waters. Thai Buddhists make 'krathongs' - small floats traditionally made from banana leaves, decorated with flowers and a candle and/or incense stick. People take their krathongs down to a local river, and, after saying a short prayer for forgiveness and future happiness, float them onto the water.
| Abigail and Jacob with their krathongs |
Abigail and Jacob both made a krathong in their Thai class today - and after school we went down to the Ping River to see what was happening. There were specially constructed bamboo piers to enable people to get right down to the river itself. Meanwhile the river banks were crammed with vendors selling a huge variety of ready-made krathongs, as well as Chinese lanterns (a northern Thai twist to the festivities). Most people come to float their krathongs after dark, and they often combine the visit with a merit-making trip to their local temple.
| Krathongs for sale on the riverbank |
Thais love to celebrate - so even a potentially sombre festival like this one is accompanied by an array of fireworks, firecrackers and loud music. There is also a Loy Krathong Parade - with prizes awarded for the best decorated floats, and a beauty contest too. Last year's festival was a muted affair, amidst the devastating flooding which hit large parts of the country. This year, however, the Loy Krathong party is in full swing - we can hear the fireworks rumbling from our home tonight - and will continue until early tomorrow morning!
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Youth Camp
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| Some of the young people outside the meeting hall |
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| Some of the weekend's organisers - Say, Joy, Joel and Samer |
My favourite moment of the weekend, though, was on Saturday evening, when I went with a few of the youth leaders up to a nearby viewpoint. We had an amazing view over the area, and, in the distance, we could just about make out the tower blocks and smog of Chiang Mai. As the sun went down over the mountains, we stood and prayed for the city, and for the young people about to travel back there - that they would 'remain in Jesus', and be a faithful witness to God. May God bless this city through them...
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| Chiang Mai from a distance... |
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