Sunday, October 27, 2013

Cambodia - July 26, 2013

[The following post is an excerpt from my journal as I traveled to Cambodia. The inconsistency in the entry title and datestamp is due to limited internet access while I was on the trip. These experiences were documented in real time, and I am posting photoblogs now that I have returned. In order to protect all those involved with the organization that rescues children from sex slavery and works to prevent others from being trafficked, I have intentionally omitted specific names and locations.]



Friday, July 26, 2013 - Phnom Penh, Cambodia


"If I say, 'Surely the darkness will hide me
    and the light become night around me,'
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
    the night will shine like the day,
    for darkness is as light to you."
Psalm 139:11-12

Today we traveled through the city quite a bit. We went to a Christian bookstore, which does not sound like a big deal in the US, but it is in Cambodia. This country is infiltrated by Buddhism. Christianity is not generally accepted here. We also went shopping for Kids Club and the Coconut Boys ministries. We bought 16 Bibles, 35 chairs, one table, two sets of bunk beds, and 10 mattresses. The Coconut Boys had previously been contently sharing twin bunk beds with no mattresses. Needless to say, they were ecstatic to receive the new beds and mattresses!

In the midst of visiting these sources of light, we experienced the reality of darkness. We drove past buildings composed of crumbling, moldy concrete. By US Standards, they appeared to be condemned abandoned buildings. However, remnants of curtains in the windows, or clothes hanging to dry gave reason to believe people live within these filthy walls. I quickly learned that these buildings are brothels. The scum on the building's exterior does not compare to the scum inside. [The following pictures depict one of the brothel buildings.]





The purpose of the Khmer Rouge, the Cambodian genocide which occurred in the 1980's, was to essentially eliminate the educated. Pol Pot, the leader of the Khmer Rouge, was determined to achieve these end goals at all costs.

What I find interesting, however, is that Cambodia's tactic with respect to the Khmer Rouge is to honor the lives lost, but focus on the future. The goal is to leave the past in the past. In contrast, when I traveled to Rwanda, a country which experienced a more recent genocide (1994), I saw that the country is being proactive in educating the people about genocide in hopes to prevent it from occurring again in the future.

Phnom Penh comes alive during the day- heavy traffic, families picnicking, street vendors, and even open-air exercise classes, all on the lawn in front of the King's Palace. But amidst this liveliness, there is so much darkness. You do not see it unless you are looking for it: older white men with young Khmer girls. For the "trained" eye, it screams "trafficking." Unfortunately, for  the untrained eye, it just appears to be an oddly matched couple.

According to our translator, one reason why trafficking is so prevalent here is that the people are not informed that it is an issue. The Khmer people could literally live their entire lives passing brothels on a daily basis and not know the extent of the issue. In fact, some individuals may be naive to the reality as a whole.

This is why education is so important. It seems to me that by keeping the Khmer Rouge out of the public eye, Pol Pot's goals are still being met. Forgetting the past and looking toward the future probably works in some instances. However, what if the problems of the past are still very much alive today?

This is why I am so grateful for all of the programs we have been visiting that educate individuals about sex slavery and work to effectively fight the evil and injustice. These programs not only work to educate the public, but those who are stuck in slavery. These ministries show these individuals the value of an alternate future. They shift the perspectives of prostitutes, showing these men and women their self-worth and potential. Most importantly, these programs teach those involved in trafficking how precious they are in God's sight. They allow those who have been in slavery to view themselves as our Father sees them- much more valuable than they could have ever imagined.
 
[The following pictures are from today's travels around Phnom Penh and Kid's Club.]








































Thursday, October 10, 2013

Cambodia - July 25, 2013

[The following post is an excerpt from my journal as I traveled to Cambodia. The inconsistency in the entry title and datestamp is due to limited internet access while I was on the trip. These experiences were documented in real time, and I am posting photoblogs now that I have returned. In order to protect all those involved with the organization that rescues children from sex slavery and works to prevent others from being trafficked, I have intentionally omitted specific names and locations.]


Thursday, July 25, 2013 - en route to Phnom Penh, Cambodia

"...encourage the young men to be self-controlled.
In everything set them an example by doing what is good."
Titus 2:6-7


Today we headed back to the capital city, Phnom Penh, for the final leg of our trip. Our one pit stop on the bus ride back was at a tarantula farm [yes, those exist]. Being someone who is freaked out by spiders but enjoys the adrenaline rush of conquering fears, naturally, I decided I needed to hold a tarantula.

["Proof or it didn't happen!" Welp, here ya go!]


Yep, that happened, alright. Moving on...

While on the bus, I was eagerly awaiting our arrival back to the city because I knew I would get to spend time with a boy who stole my heart [no, not like that].

Throughout the trip, I have seen trafficking and its effects in action. I have seen older white men in intimate settings with young Khmer girls. The fact that I can see trafficking occurring so clearly in public makes me wonder how much is happening behind the scenes. The prospect of it all makes me feel sick. Needless to say, I have grown skeptical. I have caught myself beginning to distrust nearly every man I pass by. I cannot help but think that a majority of the adult men here have been involved in trafficking in some capacity, whether it be working as a pimp, selling a child, buying a girl for the evening, or even being a silent witness. Not to say that women are not also involved- [believe me, they are!]- but it is the men that I see. It has become increasingly difficult to refrain from making judgements about people I encounter.

Despite losing a significant portion of my trust for the men here, God has shown me a silver lining- a valuable stream of beauty within the ugliness. Our translator's brother has begun a ministry for pre-teen and teenage boys where he mentors them and teaches them to make jewelry by carving coconut. Along with teaching these boys a trade in order to earn an income, he is also teaching them how to be Godly men. And it is becoming very fruitful. One of the boys in particular has helped provide a much-needed fresh perspective on Khmer men.

Earlier on the trip, we took a tour of the village where these boys live. At one point on the tour, we had to walk down a slippery staircase toward a part of the village on the river. Some of the boys were excitedly leading the tour, while the group of us women fell behind because we had slowed down in order to prevent slipping and falling. Before I knew it, a 13-year-old boy turned around and stopped at a spot where we had to take a particularly large step down. He offered out his hand and assisted us as we made the descent.

Amidst a world where trafficking is so prevalent, this one gentlemanly gesture spoke so loudly. This 13-year-old boy is more of a man than most traffickers will ever be. Thanks to this ministry, these boys are quickly transforming into men of God who will, in turn, raise up the next generation of Godly men. The prospects are so hopeful!

For now, prayer is the answer. Pray that God, in all His power, uses this ministry as the seed that becomes a root which grows a trunk which separates into branches that sprout leaves until the entire country is covered with Godly people. Pray for the hearts of the men and women involved in trafficking. Pray that they begin to see the children they victimize for who they are- precious children of God who deserve to keep their purity. Pray that their hearts become repentant and that they may, one day, get to enter the gates of Heaven.

That's right- I said it. I want to see those who do evil in Heaven someday. Even the most vile things they have done are covered by what He has done for us. He sent His only Son to die on the cross in our place. For me to deny that a trafficker could be saved would be denying the validity of God's promise and the power of His sacrifice. Pray that repentance occurs.
Sex slavery is extremely evil, but God is infinitely Good! Pray that traffickers turn their backs on evil and sprint toward Good.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Cambodia - July 24, 2013

[The following post is an excerpt from my journal as I traveled to Cambodia. The inconsistency in the entry title and datestamp is due to limited internet access while I was on the trip. These experiences were documented in real time, and I am posting photoblogs now that I have returned. In order to protect all those involved with the organization that rescues children from sex slavery and works to prevent others from being trafficked, I have intentionally omitted specific names and locations.]


Wednesday, July 24, 2013 - Somewhere Else in Cambodia

"Listen now to me and I will give you some advice, and may God be with you. You must be the people’s representative before God and bring their disputes to him. Teach them his decrees and instructions, and show them the way they are to live and how they are to behave."
Exodus 18:19-20

While the girls at the safe house were at school, we traveled to tour the famous temples at Angkor Wat. The prestige of these temples is incredible! I can't imagine how much time and effort it took to build them without the assistance of modern machinery. [Be sure to check out the pictures below!]

We went to the safe house around dinner time and ate with the girls. After dinner, I had the privilege of leading a devotional and craft. The devotional discussed how we are all uniquely created, yet Christ is the common bond that holds us all together as brothers and sisters. In order to demonstrate this in a craft, we had the girls each paint a small piece of coconut. Then, we threaded fishing line through a small hole in the coconut pieces then tied them to a small hoop to create a wind chime. The uniquely decorated pieces of coconut represented each of us as a unique being, and the string holding the wind chime together represented the common bond we have in God.

Unfortunately, one girl just wasn't feeling the craft.

I tried to put coconut, paint, and a brush in front of her, but she refused. I was at a loss. I did not want to force her to paint a piece, but I also did not want her to feel regret for not having a piece of her own to be proud of when she saw the wind chime hanging in the house days, weeks, or months down the road.

With gestures, I decided to ask if I could decorate a piece for her. She obliged. Thank goodness one of the girls at the other safe house that speaks English fairly well taught me colors in Khmer because I was able to ask this girl which was her favorite.

"Phoa Teuk Krewt." [Pwah Tuh-KROWT].

Orange. Excellent.

I sat next to her as I painted her name in orange on a piece of coconut. Then I used some other colors to add a bit of flair. I showed her the finished product, and she smiled.

Then something great happened. I asked her if she wanted to decorate one, and SHE SAID YES!

This girl simply required both verbal and physical encouragement. In addition to me explaining the instructions to her, she also needed to see it done in order to understand the project. She needed to witness someone else decorate one to realize it was something she wanted to do.

In the same way, being an effective witness for Christ requires both a verbal and physical component. You can tell people who God is and what He has done for us, but often people are more skeptical than that. Our culture has lost credibility when it comes to words. We are stuck in the habit of talking up our good qualities. We post boastful 'check out how good I look today' pictures and 'my life is cooler than yours' statuses on Facebook. On first dates, we put our best foot forward while locking up the crazy inside of us for a few hours at a time. We volunteer for random crap in college in order to bulk up our resumes...

...then we wonder why people are skeptical when we tell them how good God is.

Well, it's because words just do not have much weight anymore. However, words accompanied by actions can provide an added level of credibility. Rather than simply telling someone who God is, show them who He is! Be like Jesus. Set the example of what it looks like to live life for Him. And, just like the little girl with the wind chime craft, maybe they will change their mind. Pray that they will.



[The following pictures are from the visits to the temples at Angkor Wat. Enjoy!]