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God’s Provision=Luxury

by davidnliney on Jan.28, 2012, under All

As Told by Volunteer, Rachel Guzy

Nothing could have prepared me for this trip to Cambodia until I walked it out, and it was the more phenomenal than I ever imagined.

I felt prepared since first hearing about the epidemic of human trafficking in Cambodia.  I wanted to know more and wondered how we as Americans could allow slavery to exist on any level, anywhere in the world!!

Being the first time to travel to Asia, I learned about Cambodia before arriving in June 2011, as well as human trafficking as it existed there.  I felt ready, but soon learned that readiness and preparation failed to prepare my heart and eyes for what I experienced.

Although there are many differences between myself and Asians, that didn’t seem to matter.  I felt love.  The natives I interacted with were quiet and reserved yet made their presence known through their hospitality.  They are overly generous with the little they posses.  Much can be learned from this people.

As I visited members of the church, although, I had an interpreter, if that were necessary, it didn’t matter I couldn’t communicate in their language or them in mine.  I later learned we were both well versed in the language of love.  We were warmly welcomed into a member’s home.  Even though it was my first time to meet this family, I felt as though I was catching up with an old friend.  We sat on the floor as the grandmother began to share the many ways in which God has provided for her.  I wanted that, too!!  I thought how easily accessible it is for us to just go to the doctor when we are sick because we can afford the payment of that in some way or another.  Here, they don’t have that luxury.  God’s provision is their luxury.

I was asked to teach English to the Bible school students in their facility every night.  I was reluctant to teach.  I remember thinking to myself, ‘This is not what I came here to do, I had not prepared for it, nor do I have the slightest clue as to how to begin teaching, let alone building rapport with people I couldn’t communicate with.  I do not want to do this.’  I quickly learned that structured lessons were of no benefit because they would just write/repeat what I would write/say without knowing the meaning.  The change had to first start with me and so I adapted.  We were active in learning; I taught them the hokey pokey, and we enjoyed each other.  Teaching was on the forefront of my mind when I woke up, went to sleep, anytime I was not teaching, I was thinking about teaching and what I would teach the students next.  They were so hungry for it.  They pulled everything out of me; I left them not knowing what else to teach.

By this time, I had forgotten all about the reason I went there, until plans were made for me to take a trip to the safe house.  Now I didn’t want to go.  The day after our arrival at the safe house, Trully and I, headed out to local remote villages.  I experienced things in these villages; my story does no justice for.  I learned that these people have nothing because they don’t know better and if you don’t know better, how can you do better?  It is impossible without an education or freedom from oppression.  And if you think it is so simple to get an education there, think again.  While school is free, if the students do not pay the teachers, the teachers will fail the students.  So what is a child to do when faced with poverty in a nation where $60 per month is excellent pay?  “Get a job,” they say.  Well if it was only that easy.  Whatever your hands find to do that day is what you do.

Walking the “bar area” (which really means prostitution area), I wanted to know what I could observe.  Acting as though we had no idea as to where we were, we met a young woman, 14 years old.  My mind was racing with how I could save this child from slavery.  I mentioned that if she would leave me her contact information I would teach her English by writing simple letters and she was delighted.

I brought this issue to the attention of the Chackos upon our return to the training center.  As we debriefed, I realized that my idea  to rescue this girl and the others involved would not be beneficial at that time.  I wanted this child out of situation badly, but I didn’t want to have to prosecute the bar owner we also spoke to.  She was working in this condition out of means to meet a need. I was confused until I reminded Liney she told me to pray for my own victim of trafficking and this was the answered prayer and that she had to do something.

We decided that on the next trip to visit this girl, we would share with her the plans we made to have her stay at our safe house and I would sponsor her education (of $15 per month), with the condition that she not return to that work. (NOTE: We are still following up on this case–please pray for her freedom.–GR Team)

I left Cambodia, sad!!  I regretted not extending my trip.  I was not prepared for this night.  I cried with the students that shared how I impacted their lives.  This trip is forever engraved in my memory, never to be forgotten.

Since being home, God has not stopped His work in me.  He is showing me more and more His love and provision that is unique to me.  I pray that I will return to Cambodia some day

 


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