Like I said - 'far too much food'. You should have seen the girls steaks - no change out of one cow, I reckon!
Sunday, 30 August 2009
Randy Clark - an incredibly unassuming man who reckons that he is 'best qualified' in his calling as a starter and sustainer of revival outpourings because 'God chooses the weak; the foolish ...' His last message on why so many back away from the healing ministry was incredible. He spoke about the suffering that must be embraced - that all are not healed and when you involve yourselves with terminally ill people and they die, it takes a huge emotional toll. It was a stunning message.
The conference ran from Wednesday evening until Saturday early afternoon, with Bill Johnson also speaking at two Sunday services. Bill is a man who models what I want to be when I grow up - a true father of the faith in this hour. His teaching has the capacity to turn on lightbulbs all over our understanding.
The signs of grace that follow the teaching were also wonderful - amazing stuff with deafness healed, long-time limping people now running, crook backs, munted knees and ankles completely healed ... just so much happening that it rolled into a wee taste of heaven on earth.
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Getting the special lunch dished up - Sopheap, Sara (our new 'on call' girl who will get plenty of work in the next two weeks as we head to a conference in Melbourne) and Bonna. Sreymom and Dtouch are still in the kitchen.
Pastor Jesse and Soar joined us for lunch too, and yes ...
... indeed, that is Marty and Robyn with us too. They are here for over three months serving in New Life. Marty is setting up a maintainance schedule for all the church vehicles and doing a spot of mechanical training. Robyn is in the office, learning office workings so that she can write up a manual of office procedure. Also together they are teaching an English class - and loving it. Good kiwi stuff here - diving in and thriving.
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
Pheng (centre lady on the bunk) just two weeks ago.
New Life Fellowship were brilliant. They released a vehicle and, together with Pastor Mara, Donnie and a young guy driving, we took Pheng and Kia home to Takeo province. As soon as we arrived, a guy hit the sound-system button and the taped funeral dirge music kicked in. I'm real glad that Pheng missed all that - she was listening to a different sound.
Action at a power pole near us, just 48 hours later. The landlord actually picked up the tab - but I'm not sure this will be likely to happen ever again!
Saturday, 1 August 2009
It usually takes three days for new patients to settle in to the Healing Home. Pretty well everything is hugely different for them compared to their village life - being in a city, the big house; unfamiliar people; white fellas around and the Christian culture.
Somtac took perhaps two weeks to settle in. He was very sick and in addition deaf as a doorstop. We were pretty concerned as he seemed to waste away before our eyes, not eating and not moving from his bed.
Somtac - I always wonder at the memories people of his generation carry. We get to ask some of our patients about their life under the Pol Pot regime - but Somtac was just too deaf to communicate such things with.
Then Susie sorted some throat medicine and he bounced back, almost overnight. The next day he shuffled out to devotions. The day after he was kicking a soccer ball with Sak's boys. Plus, he turned out to be a real character, kidding old Yay to do a spot of Khmer dancing. Together with his faithful little wife, he headed to his home a couple of days later.