Jun
10
2009
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Empty

Boxes scattered haphazardly, trash sprinkled around, no cars.

When I got home from work today it looked like my neighbor left in a hurry. Asking around, I discovered that the police raided his room, confiscated all his CD burning equipment, and impounded his (sporty) pickup, his sports car, and his Buell motorcycle. Following this, our landlady asked him to leave.

While this is by far the most dramatic exodus, it is not the only departure from my place of residence. Several months ago I began considering moving to the house of some friends when they left for the States (they leave this Saturday). At that time I leaned towards staying where I am. But about that time people started leaving. One friend bought a house. Another friend got tired of the mosquitoes (our sinks are outside). Another friend found a rental in a quiet neighborhood.

At that point I decided I would go ahead and move. Though I still hated to leave my next door neighbor and our guard. As of today the next door neighbor is gone, and it is entirely possible that the guard will seek new employment soon. The next door neighbor had significantly supplemented our guard’s salary.

Written by Micah in: Thoughts |
May
08
2009
1

The Moon

This evening an image crossed my mind. I’m still trying to decide how well it fits. I was observing Thai people circle the neighborhood temple. They were commemorating and contemplating the birth, enlightenment, and death of the Buddha. This commemoration corresponded with the full moon. This commemoration meant that you couldn’t buy alcohol in Thailand (one of my neighbors was bemoaning this).

In this context I thought the Buddha is like the moon. The Buddha taught many good things. Yet for many Thais his teachings are a distant thing. When the moon is full, when holy days arrive they attempt to live up to the Buddha’s teachings, but as the moon wanes many fall into immoral ways of life, immoral in their own eyes.

As these thoughts were forming I thought the Thai people need the Sun which does not wane, they need Jesus the Christ. They need someone who not only taught good things, but stands ready to make us good people, stands ready to enable us to live holy lives.

Written by Micah in: Thailand,Thoughts |
Feb
03
2009
2

Tag

Last night I went to a park with friends. Chasing one of my littler friends around attracted the attention of some of the other kids in the park who asked to join the game. One of the the little girls asked me for the rules. I told her there weren’t any she just had to run away. That girl then proceed to make a number of rules and tell them to me. The most annoying rule was the time out rule. Anytime anyone was “tired” they could say “eep” and then I couldn’t catch them. It was amazing how often that girl got ‘tired’ and cried “EEP” right as I was about to catch her. Despite the eep nonsense, I had a great time.

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May
17
2008
2

I’m Not Strong Enough

I just finished listening to a very good reminder. I just listened to the Pentecost Sunday sermon from FABIC, You’ve Got to be Pentecostal. I want to live a life not my own with a strength not my own. In and of my self I do not have the strength even for surrender. God help me let God help me.

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Apr
27
2008
0

Church (the Isaan Way)

I had a great experience today. I went with friends to an Isaan church a little over an hour a way. It was inspiring. It was Isaan led, it was Isaan style.

The worship team used traditional Isaan instruments (many churches here use guitars, bass, etc). I was very much a fan. I want to learn to play Isaan instruments, particularly the khan and the phin.

The bread for communion was sticky rice. This to me was very good, very refreshing. Linguistically communion has grated on me in other churches in Thailand. Bread is called khanom pang. Khanom is a word that prefaces snacks and desserts. The bread of life is NOT khanom. When Thai people speak about eating they say “eat rice.” Rice is the staple food. The bread of life, to the Isaan, is rice.

We wrapped up the service with a shared meal. Great time.

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